<?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-3641581</id><updated>2011-12-31T07:29:57.693-03:00</updated><title type='text'>mychoice</title><subtitle type='html'>a escolha foi minha... o desejo foi meu... agora aguento as consequências...sozinha... fuck!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>125</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-84424281</id><published>2002-11-12T14:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-12T14:00:02.383-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"&lt;b&gt;duplipensar:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;capacidade de guardar simultaneamente na cabeça duas crenças contraditóras e aceitar ambas&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;George Orwell&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;1984&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-84424281?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/84424281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/84424281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84424281' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-84237258</id><published>2002-11-08T13:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-08T13:58:17.520-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>você é desprezível, sabia? perdi meu tempo e alimentei seu ego. anyway, obrigada por isso. chata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-84237258?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/84237258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/84237258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84237258' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-84237166</id><published>2002-11-08T13:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-08T13:56:15.846-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>é, e parece que as coisas começam a voltar ao normal, ou melhor, como elas devem ser. Quando a gente cai de cara no chão o  tempo é certamente o melhor remédio. Mesmo odiando clichês, essas são as únicas duas coisas que eu tenho certeza na vida: da morte e do tempo. o resto, acontece.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-84237166?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/84237166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/84237166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84237166' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-84130968</id><published>2002-11-06T16:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-06T16:50:56.846-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Eu fico feliz quando penso que o homem difere dos bichos e das plantas porque pode amar sem reproduzir - embora o Papa não goste disso. O homem transa por prazer. Então, pode ser homem com homem, mulher com mulher, com diafragama, com pílula, com o que for… Homossexualismo é assim uma coisa normal. E o hetero, e o bissexualismo. O homem pode amar independente do sexo, porque ele não é bicho, não é planta. Se o cara não quer, não sente atração, tudo bem. Mas não tem esse negócio de regra geral quando se fala de amor."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cazuza&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-84130968?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/84130968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/84130968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84130968' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-84130156</id><published>2002-11-06T16:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-06T16:31:37.950-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Disparo contra o sol &lt;br /&gt;Sou forte, sou por acaso &lt;br /&gt;Minha metralhadora cheia de mágoas &lt;br /&gt;Eu sou o cara &lt;br /&gt;Cansado de correr &lt;br /&gt;Na direção contrária &lt;br /&gt;Sem pódio de chegada ou beijo de namorada &lt;br /&gt;Eu sou mais um cara &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas se você achar &lt;br /&gt;Que eu tô derrotado &lt;br /&gt;Saiba que ainda estão rolando os dados &lt;br /&gt;Porque o tempo, o tempo não pára &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dias sim, dias não &lt;br /&gt;Eu vou sobrevivendo sem um arranhão Da caridade de quem me detesta &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tua piscina tá cheia de ratos &lt;br /&gt;Tuas idéias não correspondem aos fatos &lt;br /&gt;O tempo não pára &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vejo o futuro repetir o passado &lt;br /&gt;Eu vejo um museu de grandes novidades &lt;br /&gt;O tempo não pára &lt;br /&gt;Não pára, não, não pára &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não tenho data pra comemorar &lt;br /&gt;Às vezes os meus dias são de par em par &lt;br /&gt;Procurando agulha no palheiro &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas noites de frio é melhor nem nascer &lt;br /&gt;Nas de calor, se escolhe: é matar ou morrer &lt;br /&gt;E assim nos tornamos brasileiros &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te chamam de ladrão, de bicha, maconheiro &lt;br /&gt;Transformam o país inteiro num puteiro &lt;br /&gt;Pois assim se ganha mais dinheiro &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tua piscina tá cheia de ratos &lt;br /&gt;Tuas idéias não correspondem aos fatos &lt;br /&gt;O tempo não pára &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vejo o futuro repetir o passado &lt;br /&gt;Eu vejo um museu de grandes novidades &lt;br /&gt;O tempo não pára &lt;br /&gt;Não pára, não, não pára&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cazuza&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;O Tempo Não Pára&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-84130156?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/84130156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/84130156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84130156' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-84129986</id><published>2002-11-06T16:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-06T16:27:12.960-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;faltou o último e mais importante:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;preconceito&lt;/b&gt; . [De &lt;i&gt;pre- + conceito&lt;/i&gt;.] S. m. 1. Conceito ou opinião formados antecipadamente, sem maior ponderação ou conhecimento dos fatos; idéia preconcebida. 2. Julgamento ou opinião formada sem se levar em conta o fato que os conteste; prejuízo. 3. P. ext. Superstição, crendice; prejuízo. 4. P. ext. Suspeita, intolerância, ódio irracional ou aversão a outras raças, credos, religiões, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;agora sim, e isso é tudo.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-84129986?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/84129986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/84129986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84129986' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-84129680</id><published>2002-11-06T16:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-06T16:19:38.466-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;verdade &lt;/b&gt;. [Do lat. &lt;i&gt;veritate&lt;/i&gt;.] S. f. 1. Conformidade com o real; exatidão, realidade: a verdade do ocorrido. 2. Franqueza, sinceridade. 3. Coisa verdadeira ou certa. 4. Princípio certo. 5. Representação fiel de alguma coisa da natureza. 6. Caráter, cunho. 7. Filos. Objeto central da reflexão filosófica, fio condutor em relação ao qual, em última instância, se definem, se aproximam e divergem as escolas filosóficas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;opção&lt;/b&gt; . [Do lat. &lt;i&gt;optione&lt;/i&gt;.] S. f. 1. Ato ou faculdade de optar; livre escolha. 2. Aquilo por que se opta. 3. Direito de compra e venda de título ou mercadoria, a ser exercido dentro de certo prazo, a um preço preestabelecido. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;liberdade&lt;/b&gt; . S. f. 1. Faculdade de cada um se decidir ou agir segundo a própria determinação. 2. Poder de agir, no seio de uma sociedade organizada, segundo a própria determinação, dentro dos limites impostos por normas definidas. 3. Faculdade de praticar tudo quanto não é proibido por lei. 4. Supressão ou ausência de toda a opressão considerada anormal, ilegítima, imoral. 5. Estado ou condição de homem livre. 6. Independência, autonomia. 7. Facilidade, desembaraço. 8. Permissão, licença. 9. Confiança, familiaridade, intimidade (às vezes abusiva. 10. Bras. V. risca (4). 11. Filos. Caráter ou condição de um ser que não está impedido de expressar, ou que efetivamente expressa, algum aspecto de sua essência ou natureza. [Quanto à liberdade humana, o problema consiste quer na determinação dos limites que sejam garantia de desenvolvimento das potencialidades dos homens no seu conjunto - as leis, a organização política, social e econômica, a moral, etc. -, quer na definição das potencialidades que caracterizam a humanidade na sua essência, concebendo-se a liberdade como o efetivo exercício dessas potencialidades, as quais, concretamente, se manifestam pela capacidade que tenham os homens de reconhecer, com amplitude sempre crescente, os condicionamentos, implicações e conseqüências das situações concretas em que se encontram, aumentando com esse reconhecimento o poder de conservá-las ou transformá-las em seu próprio benefício.]. Liberdade de indiferença. Filos. 1. Livre-arbítrio. Liberdade de pensamento. 1. Direito do indivíduo de externar suas opiniões ou crenças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;e isso é tudo.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-84129680?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/84129680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/84129680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84129680' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-84129120</id><published>2002-11-06T16:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-06T16:04:42.106-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>by the way, você também me faz sorrir sempre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-84129120?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/84129120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/84129120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84129120' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-84129077</id><published>2002-11-06T16:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-06T16:03:34.683-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fico extremamente feliz em saber que eu te faço sorrir sempre.&lt;br /&gt;fofa. eu te amo, sabia? e um dia te explico "why you don´t belong to this world", ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-84129077?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/84129077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/84129077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84129077' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-84128990</id><published>2002-11-06T16:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-06T16:01:02.056-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>e ainda mente sem ter vergonha...&lt;br /&gt;eu já disse, se for pra me oferecer a amizade só para ter a sua consciência limpa, como ser "minha amiga" por obrigação do tipo "é o mínimo que eu posso fazer por ela" EU NÃO QUERO. e também não quero compartilhar os meus "problemas" com alguém assim... eu não preciso disso. ou você me dá a sua amizade independente do que a sua "mulher" vai achar ou eu não quero mais nada. que saco viu.&lt;br /&gt;é por essas e outras que eu perco meu humor e fico na paranóia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-84128990?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/84128990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/84128990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84128990' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-83965668</id><published>2002-11-03T15:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-03T15:50:51.466-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>estou cansada, mas não vou desistir.&lt;br /&gt;estou triste, mas não vou me enganar.&lt;br /&gt;eles choram, mas vai passar.&lt;br /&gt;é dolorido, mas faz parte do processo.&lt;br /&gt;paciência. o tempo é do tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-83965668?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83965668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83965668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#83965668' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-83874065</id><published>2002-11-01T11:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-11-01T11:26:33.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;=&gt; O Estranhamento Como Procedimento&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"A Arte Como Procedimento"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"A arte é feita para dar a sensação da coisa enquanto coisa vista e não enquanto coisa reconhecida; o precedimento da arte é o procedimento da representação insólita das coisas; é o procedimento da forma confusa que aumenta a dificuldade e a duração da percepção, porque em arte o processo de percepção é um fim em sí mesmo e deve ser prolongado; a arte é o modo de viver a coisa no momento de sua consecução; em arte aquilo que está feito não tem sentido."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chklóvski&lt;/b&gt; (1916) - &lt;i&gt;Formalista Russo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e isso explica porque os artistas modernistas/concretistas eram tão geniais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.art54.com/marcelduchamp/pictures/003.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mictório, Ready-Made de Marcell Duchamp&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-83874065?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83874065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83874065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83874065' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-83837332</id><published>2002-10-31T16:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-31T16:13:45.930-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>e mais uma da &lt;a href="http://surradepaomole.blogspot.com"&gt;"pegar-emprestado-sem-pedir"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ANALTICONS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(__|__) &lt;i&gt;bunda perfeita.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(::|::) &lt;i&gt;bunda com celulite.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(__@__) &lt;i&gt;bunda de quem fez sexo anal-virtual.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(__#__) &lt;i&gt;bunda de quem fez sexo bem selvagem.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(__$__) &lt;i&gt;bunda de prostituta de luxo.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(__%%__) &lt;i&gt;bunda de quem fez sexo bem selvagem e teve que dar ponto.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(__*__) &lt;i&gt;bunda de quem tá com frio.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(__.__) &lt;i&gt;bunda de quem tá com muito medo.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(__?__) &lt;i&gt;bunda de quem não sabe o que vem pela frente ou melhor, por trás.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(__&lt;__) &lt;i&gt;bunda de quem andou usando consolo errado.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(__o__) &lt;i&gt;bunda pouco usada.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(__O__) &lt;i&gt;bunda bastante usada.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(__+__) &lt;i&gt;bunda de crente.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(__[¢!]__) &lt;i&gt;bunda de CDF.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(_____________0____________) &lt;i&gt;bunda da Carla Perez.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-83837332?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83837332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83837332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83837332' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-83806186</id><published>2002-10-31T01:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-31T16:07:11.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;" Só tenho de pedir opinião a meu coração e a minha cabeça , e não necessito de nenhuma grande dama e de nenhuma personalidade ilustre para saber fazer o que é justo e bom. É o coração que enobrece o homem, e mesmo não sendo conde, tenho talvez mais honra no coração que muitos condes. E , valete ou conde, à partir do momento em que me insulta, qualquer um é canalha"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Mozart, em carta à seu pai Leopold, 20/6/1781)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tirados &lt;a href="http://blogongo.blogspot.com/"&gt;daqui ó!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-83806186?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83806186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83806186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83806186' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-83806024</id><published>2002-10-31T01:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-31T01:02:53.660-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Tu não me procurarias se já não tivesses encontrado."&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pascal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é isso aí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-83806024?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83806024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83806024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83806024' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-83801745</id><published>2002-10-30T23:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-30T23:25:10.750-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;EU QUERO GRITAR PARA O MUNDO QUE EU SOU UMA PESSOA MUITO FELIZ... E QUE NEM MESMO OS PROBLEMAS QUE TENHO SÃO CAPAZES DE MUDAR ISSO.. ENQUANTO EU TIVER SAÚDE, RESPEITO E PRINCIPALMENTE LIBERDADE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-83801745?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83801745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83801745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83801745' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-83801622</id><published>2002-10-30T23:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-30T23:22:11.340-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Brice, você me surpreende a cada dia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"(...) Achamos que seria mais simpatico viver todos juntos e compartir as comidas e os jantares juntos. O Milton e eu ja temos combinamos todo: Milton como chef, eu como ajudante chef, as meninas como lavaloza, o Ze Mauro e o Rodrigo como faxineiras (sem roupa obviamente, servicio especial) e o Emerson e o Andre como escravos sexuais (e opcionalmente a Fernanda para os que estao a fim de exotismo!). (...) O problema de ficar todos em diferentes lugares e que vamos dificuldades para combinar e a gente se ver todos os dias. Especialmente com vcs brasileiros que, sem ofensa, sao super demorrados (e panamenos tb). (...) Vamos passar um ano novo increivel. Eu quero que seja ainda melhor do que a parada amigos. (...)"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agora, fala para mim se esse menino não é apaixonante. e ainda escreve lindamente errado(ele é francês!)&lt;br /&gt;ai ai... eu te amo amigo, você é um grande ser humano e tive certeza disso no dia em que te levei ao aeroporto e deixei aos seus cuidados a coisa mais importante da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-83801622?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83801622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83801622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83801622' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-83772917</id><published>2002-10-30T12:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-30T12:20:52.570-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>e &lt;a href="http://ladybug.blogspot.com"&gt;ela&lt;/a&gt; tá de blog novo... e tá maravilhoso!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-83772917?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83772917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83772917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83772917' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-83772873</id><published>2002-10-30T12:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-30T12:19:52.103-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>meu deus do céu! como é chato você ficar entrando na sua caixa de e-mail de 5 em 5 minutos para saber se tem mensagem... argh... humpf... viramos escravos dos meios de comunicação. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-83772873?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83772873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83772873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83772873' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-83772672</id><published>2002-10-30T12:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-30T12:15:25.283-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah! e eu não vou te ligar essa semana e tampouco vou sair para jantar com vocês amanhã. eu não quero vingança, mas não quero te dar a sensação de consciência tranquila, ok?! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-83772672?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83772672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83772672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83772672' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-83772598</id><published>2002-10-30T12:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-30T12:13:50.470-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahahahaha... hummm... que bosta! e eu ainda tento fazer a fina, a pinta de "não guardo rancores" e solto uma dessa: eu sempre lembro de você, se é isso que interessa... GOSTARIA DE DIZER BEM ALTO NA SUA CARA &lt;b&gt;"MEU CÚ PRA VOCÊ, BAIANA!"&lt;/b&gt;... mas algo que vem do meu caráter me impede de fazer isso, e você merecia muito mais. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-83772598?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83772598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83772598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83772598' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-83726237</id><published>2002-10-29T14:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-29T14:56:00.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tudo virá, no tempo certo e quando agente menos esperar. assim foi e assim será.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-83726237?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83726237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83726237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83726237' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-83726067</id><published>2002-10-29T14:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-29T14:51:59.376-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ladybug.blogspot.com"&gt;lady&lt;/a&gt;, descobri que o dicionário, ÀS VEZES, pode nos dar respostas incríveis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-83726067?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83726067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83726067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83726067' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-83725994</id><published>2002-10-29T14:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-29T14:50:08.983-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;amizade&lt;/b&gt; . [Do lat. vulg. *&lt;i&gt;amicitate&lt;/i&gt;.] S. f. 1. Sentimento fiel de afeição, simpatia, estima ou ternura entre pessoas que geralmente não são ligadas por laços de família ou por atração sexual 2. Estima, simpatia ou camaradagem entre grupos ou entidades. 3. Pessoa amiga; amigo. 4. Vinculação de caráter exclusivamente social; relações. 5. Mancebia, concubinato; amasio. 6. Entendimento, fraternidade. 7. Benevolência, bondade. 8. Dedicação de certos animais ao homem. 9. Bras. Pop. F. de tratamento: Amizade colorida. Bras. 1. Relacionamento íntimo, amoroso, sem compromisso social.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-83725994?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83725994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83725994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83725994' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-83725001</id><published>2002-10-29T14:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-29T14:54:25.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Brice, seu Francês maluco... você não sabe o quanto você faz falta para os seus amigos. Te amo amigo, essa aqui é bem especial para você, saudades:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seja eu,&lt;br /&gt;Seja eu,&lt;br /&gt;Deixa que eu seja eu.&lt;br /&gt;E aceita&lt;br /&gt;o que seja seu.&lt;br /&gt;Entao deita e aceita eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molha eu,&lt;br /&gt;Seca eu,&lt;br /&gt;Deixa que eu seja o céu.&lt;br /&gt;E receba&lt;br /&gt;o que seja seu.&lt;br /&gt;Anoiteça e amanheça eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beija eu,&lt;br /&gt;Beija eu,&lt;br /&gt;Beija eu, me beija.&lt;br /&gt;Deixa&lt;br /&gt;O que seja ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então beba e receba&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo no seu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;Eu no meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Deixa,&lt;br /&gt;Eu me deixo.&lt;br /&gt;Anoiteça e amanheça.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Marisa Monte&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Beija Eu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-83725001?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83725001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83725001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83725001' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-83598209</id><published>2002-10-27T14:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-27T14:22:16.010-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Certa noite, numa balada, a mais sarada-iogue-mamãe-quarentona do planeta, Madonna, encontrou a cantora Macy Gray. Fã desta que é, virou pra ela e disse: &lt;i&gt;"Adoro sua voz"&lt;/i&gt;. Macy Gray, em resposta : &lt;i&gt;"E eu adoro você inteira"&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-83598209?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83598209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83598209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83598209' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-83492400</id><published>2002-10-24T23:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-24T23:42:07.400-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahahahahaha!!!!! &lt;a href="http://mondotrasho.blogspot.com/"&gt;que ótimo...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Poesia Concreta&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Come.&lt;br /&gt;Comemeucu.&lt;br /&gt;Comecomicomeumeucu.&lt;br /&gt;Meu.&lt;br /&gt;Cu.&lt;br /&gt;Comemeu. &lt;br /&gt;Comemeucu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-83492400?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83492400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83492400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83492400' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-83418616</id><published>2002-10-23T16:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-23T16:19:21.103-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>estou de saco cheio de tanta cobrança, responsabilidade e ainda ter que ficar dando satisfação e explicação a todo instante.&lt;br /&gt;quero praticar yoga. muito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.yoga.pro.br/img/fotos/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;ashtavakrasana&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.yoga.pro.br/img/fotos/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;úrdhvamúkha shvanásana&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.yoga.pro.br/img/fotos/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;mayúrásana&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-83418616?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83418616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83418616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83418616' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-83364295</id><published>2002-10-22T16:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-22T16:34:22.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>e dando início a série &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"sonhos de consumo"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;... aqui vai &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Á"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; primeira:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.km02.com/gbundchen/fashion/original/fa041.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fala sééééééééééério, né?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-83364295?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83364295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83364295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83364295' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-83363313</id><published>2002-10-22T15:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-22T15:57:26.376-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>queria tanto que &lt;a href="http://www.zel.com.br"&gt;você&lt;/a&gt; voltasse a escrever... humpf!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-83363313?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83363313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83363313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83363313' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-83363142</id><published>2002-10-22T15:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-22T15:53:17.700-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>o que você prefere: ser invisível ou voar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropsdafal.blogspot.com/"&gt;ela responde&lt;/a&gt;: prefiro respirar debaixo d´água!&lt;br /&gt;descobri que &lt;a href="http://www.dropsdafal.blogspot.com/"&gt;ela&lt;/a&gt; é ótima!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-83363142?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83363142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83363142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83363142' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-83315030</id><published>2002-10-21T17:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-21T17:53:51.056-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;sonho &lt;/b&gt;. [Do lat. &lt;i&gt;somniu&lt;/i&gt;.] S. m. 1. Seqüência de fenômenos psíquicos (imagens, representações, atos, idéias, etc.) que involuntariamente ocorrem durante o sono: um sonho agradável; um sonho aflitivo; "o sonho coincidiu com a realidade, e as mesmas bocas uniram-se na imaginação e fora dela." (Machado de Assis, Várias Histórias, p. 55) 2. O objeto do sonho (1); aquilo com que se sonha: O meu sonho desta noite foi uma viagem à Lua. 3. Seqüência de pensamentos, de idéias vagas, mais ou menos agradáveis, mais ou menos incoerentes, às quais o espírito se entrega em estado de vigília, geralmente para fugir à realidade; devaneio, fantasia: Esta criança vive num mundo de sonhos. 4. Desejo veemente; aspiração: O seu sonho era ser aviador. 5. Aquilo que enleva, transporta, pela extraordinária beleza natural ou estética: A interpretação do quarteto foi um sonho; Aquele trecho de natureza é um sonho. 6. Coisa ou pessoa muito bonita; visão: Greta Garbo foi um sonho que empolgou uma geração inteira. 7. Idéia dominante perseguida com interesse e paixão: sonho de paz; sonho de liberdade. 8. O que é produto da imaginação; fantasia, ilusão; quimera: Seus planos não passam de sonhos. 9. Cul. Doce muito fofo, preparado com farinha de trigo cozida, leite e ovos, frito em gordura quente, e passado em açúcar e canela, ou servido com calda rala, podendo também ser recheado. [Sin., lus.: &lt;i&gt;bola-de-berlim&lt;/i&gt;.] Sonho dourado. 1. Sonho (7) ou aspiração dominante. 2. Esperança de felicidade: "O mundo - um sonho dourado, / A vida - um hino d'amor!" (Casimiro de Abreu, Obras, p. 93.) Um sonho. 1. V. &lt;i&gt;um amor &lt;/i&gt;(1). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-83315030?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83315030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83315030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83315030' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-83312482</id><published>2002-10-21T16:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-21T16:58:07.116-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"o tempo tudo destrói"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gaspar Noé&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-83312482?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83312482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83312482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83312482' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-83311685</id><published>2002-10-21T16:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-21T16:41:40.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tô com tanta saudade de vocês!&lt;br /&gt;humpf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-83311685?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83311685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83311685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83311685' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-83311507</id><published>2002-10-21T16:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-21T16:46:04.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pretensioso. obscuro. sufocante. genial.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;IRREVERSSÍVEL&lt;/b&gt;(&lt;i&gt;Irréversible, France, 2002. Dir. Gaspar Noé.&lt;/i&gt;), Quando uma mulher é estuprada por um estranho, Marcus, seu namorado e Pierre, amigo do casal perseguem o estuprador, que pode estar escondido em bares para homossexuais de uma grande cidade francesa. Na busca, conhecem o submundo das boates e bares gays por onde também trafegam milhares de prostitutas, que os ajudarão a encontrar o criminoso. A atmosfera parece um pesadelo, uma descida ao inferno, e Marcus não resiste, entregando-se às drogas. O filme traz uma descrição pormenorizada dos crimes que permeiam a trama, em especial o do estupro que originou a história. Gaspar Noé escreveu o roteiro, editou de maneira inovadora, fotografou e dirigiu sua obra. Foi o grande escândalo do Festival de Cannes 2002. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mostra.org"&gt;+ aqui.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-83311507?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83311507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83311507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83311507' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-83137626</id><published>2002-10-17T19:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-17T19:03:30.700-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>na boa, sem comentários quanto essa música... acabei de perceber que ela fala por ela mesma. e por mim também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I got so old&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I could die&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I got so old&lt;br /&gt;It made me want to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on go on&lt;br /&gt;Just walk away&lt;br /&gt;Go on go on&lt;br /&gt;Your choice is made&lt;br /&gt;Go on go on&lt;br /&gt;And disappear&lt;br /&gt;Go on go on&lt;br /&gt;Away from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;When I said it was true&lt;br /&gt;That it couldn't be me and be her&lt;br /&gt;Inbetween without you&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I got so scared&lt;br /&gt;I shivered like a child&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday away from you&lt;br /&gt;It froze me deep inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back come back&lt;br /&gt;Don't walk away&lt;br /&gt;Come back come back&lt;br /&gt;Come back today&lt;br /&gt;Come back come back&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you see&lt;br /&gt;Come back come back&lt;br /&gt;Come back to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;When I said it was true&lt;br /&gt;That it couldn't be me and be her&lt;br /&gt;Inbetween without you&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Cure&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;In Between Days&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-83137626?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83137626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83137626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83137626' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-83128815</id><published>2002-10-17T15:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-17T15:34:54.553-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;"Sexo é sujo? Sim, quando não se toma banho."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Madonna&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-83128815?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83128815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83128815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83128815' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-83121989</id><published>2002-10-17T12:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-17T12:57:15.526-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>não é preconceito e não quero generalizar... mas 90% dos americanos na faixa dos 18-25 anos que eu conheço são BOBOS... e são isso mesmo: BOBOS.&lt;br /&gt;é do tipo: &lt;i&gt;"Ãh... Slot quer chocolate... ãh..."&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Os caras não conseguem manter um diálogo normal e ainda pensam que são mais espertos que você.&lt;br /&gt;Humor americano é pééééééééééééééééééssimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-83121989?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83121989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83121989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83121989' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-83121830</id><published>2002-10-17T12:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-17T12:53:18.163-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Porque as pessoas se sentem superiores, modernas e cheias de sí e ainda insistem em fazer aquele ar blasé num evento de moda/arte/cinema/musica?&lt;br /&gt;Isso me chateia MUITO... isso é uma BOSTA... é muito CHATO... eu amo o contato físico com as pessoas, adoro falar, perguntar e saber a opinião delas... mas cada vez que tenho que ir nesses eventos "hype"(de cú é rola!) e entrevistar as pessoas eu perco o tesão pelo que faço. Parece que você está fazendo um favor sabe, e mesmo que a pessoa não seja mau educada com você, é uma puta falta de respeito o jeito como ela fala, como ela te olha, como ela encara o seu trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que jornalista é mala, aliás eu NÃO sou jornalista e acho que é por isso que não tenho saco para ficar babando ovo de mané. Prefiro 100.000 vezes ficar trancada numa sala com um AVID na frente montando aquilo que eu quero do jeito que eu quero e como eu quero que se pareça... não é egoísmo, é amor próprio.&lt;br /&gt;Fico de saco cheio desse povinho que acha que só porque tá num evento relacionado a arte tem que ficar fazendo caras e bocas e tipo só para fazer média(de cú é rola!). &lt;br /&gt;E o pior é saber que a hora que aquela pessoa toma um E, cheira uma boa farinha e bebe até o cú fazer bico, vai ficar lá fazendo carão, passando mal até morrer, podre e desbancada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meu cú pra vocês!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-83121830?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83121830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83121830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83121830' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-83121261</id><published>2002-10-17T12:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-17T12:39:45.790-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;e na fase "roubo-descontrol-do-blog-alheio" aqui vai mais um... a &lt;a href="http://drispaca.blogspot.com"&gt;Spaca&lt;/a&gt; é realmente incrível!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigos&lt;br /&gt;(Vinícius de Moraes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho amigos que não sabem o quanto são meus amigos. Não percebem o amor que lhes devoto e a absoluta necessidade que tenho deles.&lt;br /&gt;A amizade é um sentimento mais nobre do que o amor. Eis que permite que o objeto dela se divida em outros afetos, enquanto o amor tem intrínseco o ciúme, que não admite a rivalidade.&lt;br /&gt;E eu poderia suportar, embora não sem dor, que tivessem morrido todos os meus amores, mas enlouqueceria se morressem todos os meus amigos! Até mesmo aqueles que não percebem o quanto são meus amigos e o quanto minha vida depende de suas existências ...&lt;br /&gt;A alguns deles não procuro, basta-me saber que eles existem. Esta mera condição me encoraja a seguir em frente pela vida. Mas, porque não os procuro com assiduidade, não posso lhes dizer o quanto gosto deles. Eles não iriam acreditar. Muitos deles estão lendo esta crônica e não sabem que estão incluídos na sagrada relação de meus amigos. Mas é delicioso que eu saiba e sinta que os adoro, embora não declare e não os procure. E às vezes, quando os procuro, noto que eles não tem noção de como me são necessários. De como são indispensáveis ao meu equilíbrio vital, porque eles fazem parte do mundo que eu, trêmulamente construí, e se tornaram alicerces do meu encanto pela vida. Se um deles morrer, eu ficarei torto para um lado. Se todos eles morrerem, eu desabo! Por isso é que, sem que eles saibam, eu rezo pela vida deles. E me envergonho, porque essa minha prece é, em síntese, dirigida ao meu bem estar. Ela é, talvez, fruto do meu egoísmo. Por vezes, mergulho em pensamentos sobre alguns deles. Quando viajo e fico diante de lugares maravilhosos, cai-me alguma lágrima por não estarem junto de mim, compartilhando daquele prazer ... Se alguma coisa me consome e me envelhece é que a roda furiosa da vida não me permite ter sempre ao meu lado, morando comigo, andando comigo, falando &lt;br /&gt;comigo, vivendo comigo, todos os meus amigos, e, principalmente os que só desconfiam ou talvez nunca vão saber que são meus amigos! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-83121261?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83121261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83121261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83121261' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-83121071</id><published>2002-10-17T12:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-17T12:36:01.660-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>isso certamente já aconteceu com você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- É assim mesmo ou tem que montar?&lt;br /&gt;- Eu não sei, só estava olhando.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://planeta.terra.com.br/servicos/ordinario/"&gt;retirado daqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-83121071?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83121071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83121071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83121071' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-83064495</id><published>2002-10-16T12:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-16T12:13:34.633-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"OS AMIGOS SAO O MEIO PELO QUAL DEUS GOSTA DE CUIDAR DE NÓS..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;anonymous&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-83064495?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83064495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83064495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83064495' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-83017665</id><published>2002-10-15T12:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-15T12:35:03.080-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>acho que vou mesmo morrer outro dia... "keep on moving"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna wake up, yes and no &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna kiss some part of &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna keep this secret &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna close my body now&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll die another day &lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll die another day&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll die another day&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll die another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll die another day, another day &lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll die another day, another day&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll die another day, another day&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll die another day, another day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigmund freud&lt;br /&gt;analyze this&lt;br /&gt;analyze this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna break the cycle &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna shake up the system &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna destroy my ego &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna close my body now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll find another way &lt;br /&gt;There's so much more to know &lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll die another day &lt;br /&gt;It's not my time to go &lt;br /&gt;For every sin I'll have to pay &lt;br /&gt;A time to work, a time to play &lt;br /&gt;I think I'll find another way &lt;br /&gt;It's not my time to go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna avoid the cliche &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna suspend my senses &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna delay my pleasure &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna close my body now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll die another day &lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll die another day&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll die another day&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll die another day&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll find another way &lt;br /&gt;There's so much more to know &lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll die another day &lt;br /&gt;It's not my time to go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhhh, hahahahha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll die another day&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll die another day&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll die another day&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll die another day &lt;br /&gt;another day&lt;br /&gt;another day &lt;br /&gt;another day &lt;br /&gt;another day &lt;br /&gt;another day &lt;br /&gt;another day &lt;br /&gt;another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Madonna&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Die Another Day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-83017665?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83017665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/83017665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83017665' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-82972003</id><published>2002-10-14T14:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-14T14:30:29.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;saldo da balada:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- dois desmaios consecutivos&lt;br /&gt;- larica no McDonald´s que não caiu bem&lt;br /&gt;- 1/2 E "estrela de davi"&lt;br /&gt;- visual impagável&lt;br /&gt;- manhã na represa com o solzinho batendo na cara&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-82972003?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/82972003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/82972003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#82972003' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-82963979</id><published>2002-10-14T11:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-14T11:03:20.196-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tô com fomêêêêêêêêêê!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-82963979?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/82963979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/82963979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#82963979' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-82963840</id><published>2002-10-14T10:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-14T10:59:20.956-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Show do Red Hot Chilli Pepers:&lt;br /&gt;na boa, o som é muito bom e a banda também... mas eu esperava muito mais. O pico bombando, eu passando mal de calor e com o revertério no cérebro, caio sentada na pista! "Tô passando mal!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;============================================&lt;br /&gt;Rave DJ Rush:&lt;br /&gt;que lugar... que som... que balada.&lt;br /&gt;"Do you like fucking bass? Motherfucking BASS!!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-82963840?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/82963840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/82963840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#82963840' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-82699379</id><published>2002-10-08T15:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-14T10:49:29.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahahaha... descobri o único refrão da música... é na verdade as letras são do &lt;b&gt;Devo&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Mongoloid&lt;/i&gt; e da &lt;b&gt;Nina Simone&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Rags and Old Iron&lt;/i&gt;. Agora, vai entender o que eles quiseram dizer com essa letra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;======================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mongoloid... mongoloid...&lt;br /&gt;All he was buying was just rags and old iron..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Layo &amp; Bushwacka&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Love Story&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-82699379?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/82699379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/82699379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82699379' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-82696513</id><published>2002-10-08T14:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-08T14:25:40.333-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>o que você faz quando a música que está na sua cabeça é eletrônica e não tem nem sequer um refrãozinho para você cantarolar?&lt;br /&gt;humpf... pelo menos estou com o CD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-82696513?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/82696513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/82696513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82696513' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-82696443</id><published>2002-10-08T14:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-08T14:23:49.956-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"... and I´m not sorry, it´s human nature, it´s human nature.... and I´m not sorry, I´m not your bitch, don´t hang your shit on me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Madonna&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Human Nature&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-82696443?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/82696443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/82696443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82696443' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-82696176</id><published>2002-10-08T14:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-08T14:21:33.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cocô... essa noite eu tive um sonho tão legal, mas eu não consigo lembrar. Só sei que estava embalado por uma trilha sonora de primeira... aliás, dormir ouvindo uma boa música é muito bom.&lt;br /&gt;Cool Steps. &lt;br /&gt;by Me =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-82696176?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/82696176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/82696176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82696176' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-82696077</id><published>2002-10-08T14:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-08T14:15:51.696-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>meu deus, que caloooooooooooooooooooooooooooooor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-82696077?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/82696077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/82696077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82696077' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-82639033</id><published>2002-10-07T12:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-07T12:09:26.276-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>preciso tomar uma atitude rápido.&lt;br /&gt;depois das provas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-82639033?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/82639033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/82639033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82639033' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-82638763</id><published>2002-10-07T12:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-07T12:02:29.880-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eu juro por mim mesma: eu não paro de cantar essa música &lt;b&gt;há UMA SEMANA &lt;/b&gt;- não sai da minha cabeça!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran from my house&lt;br /&gt;That cannot contain me&lt;br /&gt;From the man that I cannot keep&lt;br /&gt;From my mother who haunts me&lt;br /&gt;Even though she's gone&lt;br /&gt;From my daughter that never sleeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran from the noise and the silence&lt;br /&gt;From the traffic on the streets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran to the treetops&lt;br /&gt;I ran to the sky&lt;br /&gt;Out to the lake&lt;br /&gt;Into the rain&lt;br /&gt;That matted my hair&lt;br /&gt;And soaked my shoes and skin&lt;br /&gt;Hid my tears.. hid my fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran to the forest&lt;br /&gt;I ran to the trees&lt;br /&gt;I ran and I ran&lt;br /&gt;I was looking for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran past the churches&lt;br /&gt;And the crooked old mailbox&lt;br /&gt;Past the apple orchards&lt;br /&gt;And the lady that never talks&lt;br /&gt;Up into the hills&lt;br /&gt;I ran to the cemetery&lt;br /&gt;And held my breath&lt;br /&gt;And thought about your death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran to a lake&lt;br /&gt;Up into the hills&lt;br /&gt;I ran and I ran&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking there still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I saw the crumbling tombstones&lt;br /&gt;All the forgotten names&lt;br /&gt;I tasted the rain&lt;br /&gt;I tasted my tears&lt;br /&gt;I cursed the angels&lt;br /&gt;I tasted my fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the ground gave way beneath my feet&lt;br /&gt;And the earth took me in her arms&lt;br /&gt;Leaves covered my face&lt;br /&gt;Ants marched across my back&lt;br /&gt;Black sky opened up&lt;br /&gt;Blinding me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran to the forest&lt;br /&gt;I ran to the trees&lt;br /&gt;I ran and I ran&lt;br /&gt;I was looking for me&lt;br /&gt;I ran to the lakes&lt;br /&gt;And up to the hill&lt;br /&gt;I ran and I ran&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking there still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I smelt her burning flesh&lt;br /&gt;Her rotting bones&lt;br /&gt;Her decay&lt;br /&gt;I ran and I ran&lt;br /&gt;I'm still running away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Madonna&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Mer Girl&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prometo que é a última vez que coloco essa letra aqui... essa semana! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-82638763?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/82638763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/82638763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82638763' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-82600702</id><published>2002-10-06T15:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-06T15:48:37.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>saudades.&lt;br /&gt;SAUDADE.&lt;br /&gt;S-A-U-D-A-D-E-S.&lt;br /&gt;s-a-u-d-a-d-e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SaUdAdEs.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humpf... dólar do inferrrrrrrno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-82600702?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/82600702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/82600702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82600702' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-82600594</id><published>2002-10-06T15:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-06T15:42:31.170-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my pleasure, darling.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-82600594?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/82600594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/82600594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82600594' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-82600570</id><published>2002-10-06T15:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-06T15:41:55.856-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eu não consigo tirar estes pensamentos da cabeça... eles são muito FODA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-82600570?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/82600570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/82600570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82600570' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-82600455</id><published>2002-10-06T15:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-06T15:49:30.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Traveling down my own road&lt;br /&gt;Watching the signs as they go"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Madonna&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Sky Fits Heaven&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I ran to the forest&lt;br /&gt;I ran to the trees&lt;br /&gt;I ran and I ran&lt;br /&gt;I was looking for me&lt;br /&gt;I ran to the lakes&lt;br /&gt;And up to the hill&lt;br /&gt;I ran and I ran&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking there still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I smelt her burning flesh&lt;br /&gt;Her rotting bones&lt;br /&gt;Her decay&lt;br /&gt;I ran and I ran&lt;br /&gt;I'm still running away"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Madonna&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Mer Girl&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-82600455?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/82600455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/82600455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82600455' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-82524417</id><published>2002-10-04T14:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-04T14:41:43.576-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rê, lembra quando eu disse que não escrevia mais no blog pois achava que ele só servia para curar dor e a felicdade era para ser vivida no mundo real? &lt;br /&gt;Pensei muito nisso e cheguei a conclusão óbvia: eu estava errada!&lt;br /&gt;Este blog serve para registrar todos os momentos da nossa vida. Voltei aqui para registrar a fase que eu vivo. Vivo. Descoberta. &lt;i&gt;Mulherzisse Descontrol...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-82524417?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/82524417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/82524417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_09_29_archive.html#82524417' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-82524225</id><published>2002-10-04T14:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-04T14:37:14.103-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I would feel like that forever, but its probably wouldn´t be good. I must go on, everyday trying, leaving those thoughts behind. Thank you, thank you... I don´t feel tired to thank you. I would felt in love with you. I had had to be strong, I didn´t want to feel like that anymore. &lt;br /&gt;I know that day was much more special for me than it was for you. I know. Anyway, I was looking for me."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-82524225?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/82524225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/82524225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_09_29_archive.html#82524225' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-82523914</id><published>2002-10-04T14:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-04T14:30:08.376-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm gonna wake up -- dress, and go&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna kiss some part of&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna keep this secret&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna close my body now &lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll die another day&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll die another day&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll die another day&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll die another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll die another day&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll die another day&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll die another day&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll die another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigmund Freud&lt;br /&gt;analyze this&lt;br /&gt;analyze this&lt;br /&gt;analyze this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna break the cycle&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna shake up the system&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna destroy my ego&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna close my body now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll find another way&lt;br /&gt;There's so much more to know&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll die another day&lt;br /&gt;It's not my time to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every sin, I'll have to pay&lt;br /&gt;A time to work, a time to play&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll find another way&lt;br /&gt;It's not my time to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna avoid the cliche&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna suspend my senses&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna take away my pressure&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna close my body now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll die another day&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll die another day&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll die another day&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll die another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll find another way&lt;br /&gt;There's so much more to know&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll die another day&lt;br /&gt;It's not my time to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll die another day&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll die another day&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll die another day&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll die another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... another day&lt;br /&gt;... another day&lt;br /&gt;... another day&lt;br /&gt;... another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... another day&lt;br /&gt;... another day&lt;br /&gt;... another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Madonna&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Die Another Day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-82523914?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/82523914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/82523914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_09_29_archive.html#82523914' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-82523653</id><published>2002-10-04T14:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-04T14:23:26.133-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;"Só é necessário um minuto para que se simpatize com alguém, uma hora para gostar de alguém, um dia para querer bem a alguém, mas precisamos de toda uma vida para que possamos esquece-lo."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;anonymous&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-82523653?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/82523653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/82523653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_09_29_archive.html#82523653' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-82523503</id><published>2002-10-04T14:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-04T14:19:37.583-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, a primeira regra do jogo é "não se machucar". Difícil. Esse desapego é quase impossível porque de qualquer maneira você é ser humano e tem sentimentos. &lt;br /&gt;Isso é algo que eu preciso aprender a lidar: "o desapego genuíno". É aquele que não se entende, porque é tão bonito, PURO e mágico que é bem possível que você se confunda. Eu me confundi. Não como da última vez, pois acho que pelo menos essa lição eu aprendi... mas é uma confusão mais consciente(?), digo, como você me surpreendeu e me surpreende a cada frase trocada. De que mundo você veio, por favor? &lt;br /&gt;Obrigada mulher, por ter me devolvido todas as minhas virtudes.&lt;br /&gt;Te vejo em breve. Ou não.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-82523503?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/82523503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/82523503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_09_29_archive.html#82523503' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-82523129</id><published>2002-10-04T14:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-04T14:09:29.100-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;"A opinião geral não é prova da verdade; pois a maioria dos homens é ignorante."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                          &lt;i&gt;anonymous&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-82523129?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/82523129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/82523129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_09_29_archive.html#82523129' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-82522921</id><published>2002-10-04T14:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-04T14:04:37.613-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I ran from my house&lt;br /&gt;That cannot contain me&lt;br /&gt;From the man that I cannot keep&lt;br /&gt;From my mother who haunts me&lt;br /&gt;Even though she's gone&lt;br /&gt;From my daughter that never sleeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran from the noise and the silence&lt;br /&gt;From the traffic on the streets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran to the treetops&lt;br /&gt;I ran to the sky&lt;br /&gt;Out to the lake&lt;br /&gt;Into the rain&lt;br /&gt;That matted my hair&lt;br /&gt;And soaked my shoes and skin&lt;br /&gt;Hid my tears.. hid my fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I ran to the forest&lt;br /&gt;I ran to the trees&lt;br /&gt;I ran and I ran&lt;br /&gt;I was looking for me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran past the churches&lt;br /&gt;And the crooked old mailbox&lt;br /&gt;Past the apple orchards&lt;br /&gt;And the lady that never talks&lt;br /&gt;Up into the hills&lt;br /&gt;I ran to the cemetery&lt;br /&gt;And held my breath&lt;br /&gt;And thought about your death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran to a lake&lt;br /&gt;Up into the hills&lt;br /&gt;I ran and I ran&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking there still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I saw the crumbling tombstones&lt;br /&gt;All the forgotten names&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I tasted the rain&lt;br /&gt;I tasted my tears&lt;br /&gt;I cursed the angels&lt;br /&gt;I tasted my fears&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the ground gave way beneath my feet&lt;br /&gt;And the earth took me in her arms&lt;br /&gt;Leaves covered my face&lt;br /&gt;Ants marched across my back&lt;br /&gt;Black sky opened up&lt;br /&gt;Blinding me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran to the forest&lt;br /&gt;I ran to the trees&lt;br /&gt;I ran and I ran&lt;br /&gt;I was looking for me&lt;br /&gt;I ran to the lakes&lt;br /&gt;And up to the hill&lt;br /&gt;I ran and I ran&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking there still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And I smelt her burning flesh&lt;br /&gt;Her rotting bones&lt;br /&gt;Her decay&lt;br /&gt;I ran and I ran&lt;br /&gt;I'm still running away&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Madonna&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Mer Girl&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-82522921?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/82522921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/82522921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_09_29_archive.html#82522921' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-82522571</id><published>2002-10-04T13:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-10-04T13:55:08.383-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;... algum tempo depois...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-82522571?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/82522571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/82522571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_09_29_archive.html#82522571' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-80244972</id><published>2002-08-14T17:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-08-14T17:31:10.003-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>báááááááááááááááá.... este lugar é tri legal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva Gramado!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-80244972?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/80244972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/80244972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_08_11_archive.html#80244972' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-79945776</id><published>2002-08-07T15:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-08-07T15:17:01.693-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>é. foi libertário. &lt;br /&gt;por hora. é só&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-79945776?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79945776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79945776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_08_04_archive.html#79945776' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-79903350</id><published>2002-08-06T16:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-08-06T16:28:17.233-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>estou de bom humor hoje. estou feliz. e é isso que importa. porque tá aqui dentro. e vai ser disso que eu vou sobreviver à tudo que aconteceu. aqui dentro e em nenhum outro lugar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-79903350?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79903350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79903350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_08_04_archive.html#79903350' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-79903261</id><published>2002-08-06T16:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-08-06T16:26:32.716-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eu sou tão idiota... você nunca vai sumir da minha vida, né? porque de um jeito ou de outro eu vou ter que te encontrar e vou ter que olhar para a cara de vocês e aceitar sempre. sempre. lição para a vida inteira. inteira.&lt;br /&gt;"Do you believe in the Devil?"&lt;br /&gt;I do. I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-79903261?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79903261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79903261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_08_04_archive.html#79903261' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-79903126</id><published>2002-08-06T16:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-08-06T16:23:25.323-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bosta 3 vezes... pq você não some logo hein? Eu não quero... não, eu quero falar isso sim: por favor, some de uma vez da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;portanto, não pergunte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-79903126?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79903126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79903126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_08_04_archive.html#79903126' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-79903022</id><published>2002-08-06T16:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-08-06T16:21:08.320-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>e nobreza de cú é rola também!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-79903022?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79903022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79903022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_08_04_archive.html#79903022' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-79903013</id><published>2002-08-06T16:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2002-08-06T16:20:49.820-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>porque média de cú é rola...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-79903013?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79903013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79903013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_08_04_archive.html#79903013' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-79902993</id><published>2002-08-06T16:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-08-06T16:20:28.710-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quanto mais eu rezo, mais assombração aparece...&lt;br /&gt;você tá de prova que eu não tô procurando e também tá de prova que é "o cara" que tá me testando.&lt;br /&gt;humpf... bosta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-79902993?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79902993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79902993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_08_04_archive.html#79902993' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-79851311</id><published>2002-08-05T14:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-08-05T14:13:41.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>parece brincadeira... mas às vezes fico pensando que se eu realmente quisesse enlouquecer com esta história o universo estaria conspirando à favor disso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... estava eu no carro, indo embora para casa... pensei nela... pensando nela... &lt;br /&gt;... três minutos (juro, três minutos) depois toca o telefone, como estava dirigindo não olhei a identificação, simplesmente atendi...&lt;br /&gt;- alô.&lt;br /&gt;- por favor o fernando?&lt;br /&gt;- (eu meio que já reconhecendo a voz) o fernando?&lt;br /&gt;- ai, desculpa... (desligou)&lt;br /&gt;vou olhar a indentificação, mas já imaginando quem era... e então tive a confirmação... &lt;br /&gt;quer saber o que é mais louco? Não era ela, era a segunda parte da história que provavelmente queria ligar pro fernando do celular da fofa e não percebeu que estava ligando para mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aí eu paro e penso: Deus, o que você espera de mim? O que você espera que eu faça? se quiser conversar sobre isso me manda um &lt;a href="mailto:falaaiblog@yahoo.com.br"&gt;email&lt;/a&gt;, falow?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bando de freaks que querem me enlouquecer junto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-79851311?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79851311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79851311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_08_04_archive.html#79851311' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-79850970</id><published>2002-08-05T13:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-08-05T13:59:29.826-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A little less conversation, a little more action please&lt;br /&gt;All this aggravation ain't satisfactioning me&lt;br /&gt;A little more bite and a little less bark&lt;br /&gt;A little less fight and a little more spark&lt;br /&gt;Close your mouth and open up your heart and baby satisfy me&lt;br /&gt;Satisfy me baby &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby close your eyes and listen to the music&lt;br /&gt;Drifting through a summer breeze&lt;br /&gt;It's a groovy night and I can show you how to use it&lt;br /&gt;Come along with me and put your mind at ease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little less conversation, a little more action please&lt;br /&gt;All this aggravation ain't satisfactioning me&lt;br /&gt;A little more bite and a little less bark&lt;br /&gt;A little less fight and a little more spark&lt;br /&gt;Close your mouth and open up your heart and baby satisfy me&lt;br /&gt;Satisfy me baby &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby I'm tired of talking&lt;br /&gt;Grab your coat and let's start walking &lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on &lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on &lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on &lt;br /&gt;Don't procrastinate, don't articulate&lt;br /&gt;Girl it's getting late, gettin' upset waitin' around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little less conversation, a little more action please&lt;br /&gt;All this aggravation ain't satisfactioning me&lt;br /&gt;A little more bite and a little less bark&lt;br /&gt;A little less fight and a little more spark&lt;br /&gt;Close your mouth and open up your heart and baby satisfy me&lt;br /&gt;Satisfy me baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elvis Presley &lt;/b&gt;- &lt;i&gt;A Little Less Conversation&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-79850970?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79850970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79850970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_08_04_archive.html#79850970' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-79702804</id><published>2002-08-01T17:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-08-01T17:35:29.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>para resumir... Janis Joplin certa vez disse que havia procurado a felicidade no amor e não havia encontrado, havia procurado nas drogas e não havia encontrado, havia procurado nos amigos e não havia encontrado... então ela conclue o pensamento dizendo que a felicidade não existe.&lt;br /&gt;numa &lt;a href="http://www.mitzie.blogspot.com"&gt;discussão&lt;/a&gt;, cheguei então a questão: felicidade existe? &lt;br /&gt;e &lt;a href="http://www.mitzie.blogspot.com"&gt;ela&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;mais uma vez&lt;/b&gt; me levou a refletir (ainda estou refletindo):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- ... você acha que a felicidade existe, pregunto eu!&lt;br /&gt;- acho, mas tá dentro da gente, sempre.nada que vem de fora pode trazê-la... nunca.... são só subterfúgios pra gente achar que tá bem mas se a gente não trampa a respeito, todo dia, dormindo e acordando num propósito, não é feliz nunca.&lt;br /&gt;- boa rê... pq ela concluiu nissso tudo de que a felicidade não existe...&lt;br /&gt;- ela jamais seria feliz, pq se odiava profundamente. nada externo faria com que ela se sentisse bem.&lt;br /&gt;- certamente é isso mesmo... mas o foda é quando vc olha o talento que ela tinha e as coisas que ela falava você acaba se questionando se isso é realmente verdade...&lt;br /&gt;- mas talento não é sinônimo de felicidade e ainda menos de situação de vida bem sucedida.&lt;br /&gt;- aliás, acho mais fácil ter talento pra música estando na lama do que estando bem. vide o passado... e o presente. qtos músicos vc sabe que são um lixo mas ótimos? tipo kurt cobain, puta cara, bem sucedido, com atitude, milionário, mulher gostosona, um bebê ...morreu, sordidamente. de infeliz que era.&lt;br /&gt;- acho que a resposta é essa mesmo... a felicidade tá aqui dentro e em nenhum outro lugar...&lt;br /&gt;- NENHUM... procurar em outros lugares é se enganar....&lt;br /&gt;- o que é engraçado é que eu já tinha entendido certa vez que a felicidade tá dentro de você, mas essa frase da janis joplin me fez questionar  mais uma vez isso... é algo que soa até como um clichê, mas a felicidade realmente mora dentro de você....&lt;br /&gt;- preciso desenvolver essa idéia...&lt;br /&gt;- claro que sim.... olha, mesmo que não se sinta feliz ainda..... é um caminho..... luta diária....&lt;br /&gt;- é claro... acho até que felicidade não é um sentimento fácil de se atingir e quando se atinge dura pouquíssimos minutos... digo felicidade, felicidade de verdade&lt;br /&gt;- sim, claro... momentos felizes.....&lt;br /&gt;- elogios trazem felicidade?&lt;br /&gt;- também!&lt;br /&gt;- se amar traz felicidade. e elogios fazem a gente se amar.&lt;br /&gt;- hahahahhaha... preciso pensar nessa lógica!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preciso dizer mais alguma coisa sobre &lt;a href="http://www.mitzie.blogspot.com"&gt;ela&lt;/a&gt;? é minha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-79702804?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79702804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79702804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_07_28_archive.html#79702804' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-79613376</id><published>2002-07-30T19:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-07-30T19:15:02.123-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eu não sei se vocês estão me fazendo de trouxa, se vocês acham que eu sou uma palhaça ou se eu fudi com tudo... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-79613376?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79613376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79613376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_07_28_archive.html#79613376' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-79612877</id><published>2002-07-30T19:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-08-05T14:09:27.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>... só me resta me &lt;a href="http://www.mitzie.blogspot.com"&gt;apaixonar&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.zonapunk.com.br.com"&gt;pela&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.ladybug.blogspot.com"&gt;paixão&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mutandismutatis.blogspot.com"&gt;de vocês&lt;/a&gt;...  &lt;br /&gt;fico imensamente feliz com os acontecimentos de suas vidas, babies... you deserve that! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-79612877?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79612877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79612877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_07_28_archive.html#79612877' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-79602509</id><published>2002-07-30T14:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-07-30T14:55:41.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was a butcher cutting up meat &lt;br /&gt;My hands were bloody I'm dying on my feet &lt;br /&gt;I was a surgeon 'till I start to shake &lt;br /&gt;I was a falling 'till you put on the brakes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey you got me rocking now &lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey you got me rocking now &lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey you got me rocking now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a pitcher down in a slump &lt;br /&gt;I was a fighter taken for a sucker punch &lt;br /&gt;Feeling bad I guess I lost my spring &lt;br /&gt;I was the boxer who can't get in the ring &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey you got me rocking now &lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey you got me rocking now &lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey there ain't no stopping me &lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey you got me rocking now &lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey you got me rocking now &lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey you got me rocking now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a hooker losing her looks &lt;br /&gt;I was a writer can't write another book &lt;br /&gt;I was all dried up dying to get wet &lt;br /&gt;I was a tycoon drowning in debt &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey you got me rocking now &lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey you got me rocking now &lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey there ain't no stopping me &lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey you got me rocking now &lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey you got me rocking now &lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey you got me rocking now &lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey you got me rocking now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rolling Stones &lt;/b&gt;- &lt;i&gt;You Got Me Rocking &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-79602509?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79602509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79602509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_07_28_archive.html#79602509' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-79601396</id><published>2002-07-30T14:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-07-30T14:15:20.446-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"...eu passo mal só de pensar..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-79601396?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79601396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79601396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_07_28_archive.html#79601396' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-79559178</id><published>2002-07-29T15:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-07-29T15:57:03.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ladybug.blogspot.com"&gt;...namus&lt;/a&gt; eu &lt;a href="http://www.mitzie.blogspot.com"&gt;ti amus...&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-79559178?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79559178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79559178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_07_28_archive.html#79559178' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-79559137</id><published>2002-07-29T15:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-07-29T15:54:48.120-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a Dra. Dick (desculpa, precisava fazer o trocadalho do carilho!) é F*O*D*A*... como esta psycho tem mudado a minha vida... a cada sessão eu me descubro mais, discuto mais e aprendo mais... e, sinceramente, não sei se eu conseguiria sair dessa sozinha...&lt;br /&gt;eu também já amo você Dra. Dick... e obrigada por me guiar nessa caminhada tão difícil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-79559137?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79559137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79559137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_07_28_archive.html#79559137' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-79558283</id><published>2002-07-29T15:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-07-30T18:54:47.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"roubado" do &lt;a href="http://www.meatmarket.blogspot.com"&gt;MeatMarket&lt;/a&gt;... com vocês, mais um produto das &lt;a href="http://www.ladybug.blogspot.com"&gt;Indústrias Gorfo&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mitzie.blogspot.com"&gt;Coorps Tesudos:&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  &lt;img src="http://www.meatmarket.kit.net/colecao.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biquini de tricô azul manchado de vermelho cardeal, para evitar constragimentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;palavras do próprio &lt;a href="http://www.meatmarket.blogspot.com"&gt;Gangrena&lt;/a&gt; que nem sabia das &lt;a href="http://www.ladybug.blogspot.com"&gt;Indústrias Gorfo&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mitzie.blogspot.com"&gt;Coorps Tesudos.&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-79558283?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79558283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79558283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_07_28_archive.html#79558283' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-79558024</id><published>2002-07-29T15:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-07-29T15:49:33.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>preciso falar que as &lt;a href="http://www.mitzie.blogspot.com"&gt;minhas&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.ladybug.blogspot.com"&gt;namoradas&lt;/a&gt; escrevem muito bem e são G-E-N-I-A-I-S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ladybug.blogspot.com"&gt;Amo&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mitzie.blogspot.com"&gt;vocês.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E desculpa por não ter passado o fim de semana com vocês, tá.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-79558024?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79558024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79558024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_07_28_archive.html#79558024' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-79453893</id><published>2002-07-26T18:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-07-26T18:46:02.823-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>porque será que sempre que você está com algum problema &lt;b&gt;qualquer &lt;/b&gt;música que você ouve você acaba achando que ela é perfeita para o momento que você está passando... paranóia da dor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-79453893?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79453893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79453893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_07_21_archive.html#79453893' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-79447385</id><published>2002-07-26T15:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-07-29T15:21:15.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Face your fears, live your dreams...always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obrigada &lt;a href="http://www.mutandismutatis.blogspot.com"&gt;Julinho&lt;/a&gt;. sempre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-79447385?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79447385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79447385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_07_21_archive.html#79447385' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-79414547</id><published>2002-07-25T21:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-07-25T21:10:17.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Fê.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-79414547?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79414547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79414547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_07_21_archive.html#79414547' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-79414515</id><published>2002-07-25T21:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-07-25T21:06:56.523-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"...trabalhamos com beijo..."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;               by Zé Mauro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-79414515?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79414515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79414515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_07_21_archive.html#79414515' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-79409982</id><published>2002-07-25T18:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-07-25T18:47:00.286-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>melancolia... preguiça... esperança... flashback... muitos... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-79409982?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79409982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79409982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_07_21_archive.html#79409982' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-79409830</id><published>2002-07-25T18:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-07-25T18:42:58.920-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>não consigo saber ainda como está meu coração uma semana depois... juro que não consigo... &lt;br /&gt;mas eu tenho ceteza que o peso saiu... e mais uma vez: &lt;b&gt;FUCK &lt;i&gt;YOU&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-79409830?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79409830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79409830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_07_21_archive.html#79409830' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-79409757</id><published>2002-07-25T18:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-07-25T18:41:05.373-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quer coisa melhor que isso: poder ouvir rádio uol no trampo!&lt;br /&gt;na agulha: Moby, Xpress 2, Dj Marky, Madonna, Stooges... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-79409757?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79409757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79409757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_07_21_archive.html#79409757' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-79409586</id><published>2002-07-25T18:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-07-25T18:36:56.586-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nossa... eu não consigo parar de pirar nessa foto aí embaixo... que imagem divina!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-79409586?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79409586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79409586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_07_21_archive.html#79409586' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-79363450</id><published>2002-07-24T18:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-07-29T15:44:26.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;momento arte:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www2.uol.com.br/mixbrasil/cartoes/tatoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fala sééééééério...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-79363450?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79363450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79363450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_07_21_archive.html#79363450' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-79361655</id><published>2002-07-24T17:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-07-24T17:39:29.263-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>e hoje tem jantar com a Paullette e o Ti Lafer... como sempre: boa comida, boa conversa e muita besteira! Saudades.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-79361655?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79361655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79361655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_07_21_archive.html#79361655' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-79361416</id><published>2002-07-24T17:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-07-24T17:33:20.396-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>e ontem teve peça da &lt;a href="http://www.drispaca.blogspot.com"&gt;DriSpaca&lt;/a&gt; no Teatro Paiol. Acabei de falar com ela sobre o que ela escreveu &lt;a href="http://www.drispaca.blogspot.com"&gt;lá no blog&lt;/a&gt;... foi algo genial, e me devolveu a vontade de continuar e seguir adiante...  PARABÉNS &lt;a href="http://www.drispaca.blogspot.com"&gt;Dri&lt;/a&gt;... SUCESSO DESCONTROLLLLL... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-79361416?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79361416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79361416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_07_21_archive.html#79361416' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-79361306</id><published>2002-07-24T17:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-07-24T17:30:45.380-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ladybug.blogspot.com"&gt;namô...&lt;/a&gt; esse LayOut tá tão lindo! Você fez exatamente como eu imaginava... cada dia vai ficar melhor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-79361306?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79361306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79361306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_07_21_archive.html#79361306' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-79354486</id><published>2002-07-24T14:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-07-24T17:29:12.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mychoice.blogspot.com"&gt;teste&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-79354486?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79354486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79354486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_07_21_archive.html#79354486' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-79309180</id><published>2002-07-23T14:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-07-23T14:19:58.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EM HOMENAGEM A UM DOS FINS DE SEMANA MAIS BACANA DO MUNDO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy when I'm lovin', I'm lazy when I play&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy with my girlfriend a thousand times a day&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy when I'm speaking, I'm lazy when I walk&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy when I'm dancin' and I'm lazy when I talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I open up my mouth, it comes rushin' out&lt;br /&gt;Nothin', doin' nadda, never, how you like me now&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be mad, wouldn't it be fine&lt;br /&gt;Lazy, lucky lady, dancin', lovin' all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I I I I'm wicked and I'm lazy&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh, don't you wanna save me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some folks they got money an' some folks lives are sweet&lt;br /&gt;Some folks make decisions an' some folks clean the streets, now&lt;br /&gt;Imagine what it feels like, imagine how it sounds&lt;br /&gt;Imagine life is perfect an' everything works out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tears are fallin' from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'm keepin' all the pain inside&lt;br /&gt;Now don't you wanna live with me&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy as a man can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I I I I'm wicked and I'm lazy&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh, don't you wanna save me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine there's a girlfriend, imagine there's a job&lt;br /&gt;Imagine there's an answer, imagine there's a God&lt;br /&gt;Imagine I'm a Devil, imagine I'm a saint&lt;br /&gt;Lazy money, lazy sexy, lazy outta space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tears are fallin' from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'm keepin' all the pain inside&lt;br /&gt;Now don't you wanna live with me&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy as a man can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I I I I'm wicked and I'm lazy&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh, don't you wanna save me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy when I work, lazy on the bed&lt;br /&gt;Screamin' all you like, but it only fades away&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy when I'm prayin', lazy on the job&lt;br /&gt;Got a lazy mind, a lazy eye, a lazy lazy father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard men, hard lives&lt;br /&gt;Hard keepin' it all inside&lt;br /&gt;Good times, good God&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lazy I almost stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I I I I'm wicked and I'm lazy&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh, don't you wanna save me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I I I I'm wicked and I'm lazy&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh, don't you wanna save me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;X Press 2 feat. David Byrne&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Lazy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-79309180?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79309180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79309180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_07_21_archive.html#79309180' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-79308342</id><published>2002-07-23T13:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-07-23T13:57:51.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>adorei isso:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.madonna.com/madonna/images/media/imagegallery/set_7/S7_LM1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DELÍCIAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-79308342?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79308342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79308342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_07_21_archive.html#79308342' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641581.post-79308242</id><published>2002-07-23T13:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-07-23T13:54:29.243-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pois é... tô camelando nessa história de linguagem, webpage, template e blah, blah, blah... a namô ja me ensinou a postar as fotos.&lt;br /&gt;agora só falta me ensinar a colocar link e mudar o template... eu acho. obrigada baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3641581-79308242?l=mychoice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79308242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3641581/posts/default/79308242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mychoice.blogspot.com/2002_07_21_archive.html#79308242' title=''/><author><name>Fernanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13926927821381950750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
