<?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-7755799141648420340</id><updated>2011-07-30T20:41:00.280-07:00</updated><category term='Selinho'/><category term='Amigas'/><category term='Dicas'/><category term='Amores'/><category term='Blog'/><category term='coisa nossa'/><category term='Família'/><title type='text'>Maduras&amp;Imaturas</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755799141648420340/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MadurasImaturas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375891314071272416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/TExExhqorII/AAAAAAAAAMA/AiVTFbriHNc/S220/amigos2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7755799141648420340.post-953231375940666076</id><published>2010-04-07T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T23:53:53.517-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amores'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/S718CMyCH6I/AAAAAAAAAL4/8OQ462xXXNM/s1600/DSCI0764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457654700675571618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/S718CMyCH6I/AAAAAAAAAL4/8OQ462xXXNM/s320/DSCI0764.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha vida tem muitas coisas inacabadas, nem que sejam só na minha cabeça. Isso, as vezes, me impede de seguir. São coisas difícieis de se esquecer, são coisas gostosas de se viver e reviver. Nostalgia nem sempre faz bem ela te aprisiona. Você ouvi MIL vezes a mesma música só pra lembra uma fase, um momento, UMA PESSOA. Uma pessoa que nunca olhou pra você com os mesmos sentimentos que voçê olhou pra ela. O universo INTEIRO conspira a nosso favor, só você, só eu que não vemos isso. SIGA! mesmo que pra um lugar desconhecio. Qualquer lugar é melhor doque não está em lugar nenhum sem nada que possa te segurar. Nada é mais eficaz que um pensamento positivo amplificado sem anseios pra te aprisionar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Um beijo pra quem fica&lt;strong&gt; :&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7755799141648420340-953231375940666076?l=maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/feeds/953231375940666076/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/2010/04/minha-vida-tem-muitas-coisas-inacabadas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755799141648420340/posts/default/953231375940666076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755799141648420340/posts/default/953231375940666076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/2010/04/minha-vida-tem-muitas-coisas-inacabadas.html' title=''/><author><name>MadurasImaturas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375891314071272416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/TExExhqorII/AAAAAAAAAMA/AiVTFbriHNc/S220/amigos2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/S718CMyCH6I/AAAAAAAAAL4/8OQ462xXXNM/s72-c/DSCI0764.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7755799141648420340.post-4178409011573790475</id><published>2010-03-23T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T23:26:37.470-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisa nossa'/><title type='text'>Medo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/S6mubIJ-c4I/AAAAAAAAALw/_DcLWHyrm_A/s1600-h/SDC10088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452080604977722242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/S6mubIJ-c4I/AAAAAAAAALw/_DcLWHyrm_A/s320/SDC10088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Substantivo masculino;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sentimento de grande inquietação ante a noção de um perigo real ou imaginário, de uma ameaça, susto, pavor, temor, terror.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Eu tenho &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;medo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; dessa palavra kkkkk&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Medo é uma coisa que a gente nunca deixa de ter na vida, a gente só muda, a gente meio que morre com ele.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Medo de apanhar dos pais, de reprovar na escola, do escuro, de insetos, de tomar um fora, de não passar no vestibular, de não passar na entrevista de emprego, medo de crescer, enfim...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Tem coisas que eu nem tenho medo, é nojo, mais no desespero a gente confunde kkkkk &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Tipo &lt;em&gt;barata, &lt;/em&gt;eu não tenho medo, tenho é nojo, coisinha feia, estranha, mais tambem não vale matar e pegar pela anteninha e fingir que vai jogar em cima, faço um escândalo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Se tem coisa que tenho medo de verdade são das vozes da minha mente, é incontrolável.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Esses dias eu fui deitar pra dormir e derrepente fiquei com medo do escuro do meu quarto, mais são medos que não da pra explicar, tipo, tem vezes que me cubro toda pq da impressão que &lt;strong&gt;alguém &lt;/strong&gt;vai puxar meu pé, a última vez eu só tapei a cabeça e o resto do corpo ficou descoberto, sei lá pq, mais parecia que o &lt;strong&gt;medo&lt;/strong&gt; só queria minha cabeça kkkkk é meio que aquele trecho da música &lt;em&gt;"não me deixe só, eu tenho medo do escuro, eu tenho medo do inseguro, dos fantasmas da minha voz...". &lt;/em&gt;As vezes tenho mais medo desses &lt;strong&gt;fantasmas &lt;/strong&gt;do que de coisas que existem, acho que sou do tipo "ela encara um leão mais não encara o medo do escuro", o pior de tudo é quando me lembro disso eu fico rindo, pow uma garota de &lt;em&gt;21 anos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;tendo medo do escuro, o pior é que não é sempre, só quando as vozes da minha cabeça quer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;O medo é uma coisa tão estranha que chega ser engraçada.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;E você, tem medo de que?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- aquele abraçô pra quem fica mermão &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hevinha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;웃&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7755799141648420340-4178409011573790475?l=maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/feeds/4178409011573790475/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/2010/03/medo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755799141648420340/posts/default/4178409011573790475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755799141648420340/posts/default/4178409011573790475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/2010/03/medo.html' title='Medo'/><author><name>MadurasImaturas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375891314071272416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/TExExhqorII/AAAAAAAAAMA/AiVTFbriHNc/S220/amigos2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/S6mubIJ-c4I/AAAAAAAAALw/_DcLWHyrm_A/s72-c/SDC10088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7755799141648420340.post-6420998290164207787</id><published>2010-03-11T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T22:08:40.142-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amores'/><title type='text'>Ate nunca mais'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/S5nZo9BomXI/AAAAAAAAALA/4h2G6LrcxVo/s1600-h/praia+do+forno+arraial+do+cabo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 122px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447624521880738162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/S5nZo9BomXI/AAAAAAAAALA/4h2G6LrcxVo/s320/praia+do+forno+arraial+do+cabo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cansei, to com preguiça de falar mil vezes a mesma coisa e vc não me ouvi, de mostra os problemas e vc vira as costas pra eles. Pronto! virei as costas pra vc e me voltei exclusivamente pra mim e para as coisas que me fazem beem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7755799141648420340-6420998290164207787?l=maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/feeds/6420998290164207787/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/2010/03/ate-nunca-mais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755799141648420340/posts/default/6420998290164207787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755799141648420340/posts/default/6420998290164207787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/2010/03/ate-nunca-mais.html' title='Ate nunca mais&apos;'/><author><name>MadurasImaturas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375891314071272416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/TExExhqorII/AAAAAAAAAMA/AiVTFbriHNc/S220/amigos2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/S5nZo9BomXI/AAAAAAAAALA/4h2G6LrcxVo/s72-c/praia+do+forno+arraial+do+cabo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7755799141648420340.post-6647694996434010154</id><published>2009-12-17T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T08:39:42.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curta as férias sem estresse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/Sypes2rxcFI/AAAAAAAAAK4/reBD5CCXZNg/s1600-h/ferias_457647892_03_ferias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416245626552807506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/Sypes2rxcFI/AAAAAAAAAK4/reBD5CCXZNg/s320/ferias_457647892_03_ferias.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vai aproveitar e emendar os feriados de fim de ano com as férias? Então você deve estar pensando em sobra e água fresca.Não? então alguma coisa anda errada. Se tudo que vem à sua mente é a quantiade de trabalho acumulado que vai ter que dar conta em pouco tempo, você precisa desacelerar um pouco, antes que o estresse tome conta.&lt;br /&gt;Procure se organizar para dar conta de tudo, sem ter que se matar fazendo horas exxtras. Liste as prioridades e estabeleça prazos para não se perder. O importante é não deixar nada pendente para conseguir se desligar das tarefas cotidianas enquanto estiver fora.&lt;br /&gt;Portanto, nada de ficar acessando o e-mail do trabalho toda hora ou tentando controlar controlar as coisas à distância. Lembre-se de que você não é insubstituível. Distribua tarefas: seus colegas conseguirão pereitamente dar conta do serviço sem você por perto.&lt;br /&gt;Se você é do tipo que fica anos sem tirar férias, saiba que isso não é bom nem para você nem para a empresa. O período de descanso é fundamental para voltar renovado e render mais no trabalho. Ninguém quer um funcionário ternamente cansado e mal humorado, não é?&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto estiver de bobeira, aproveite o tempo para se divertir e relaxar. De preferência, procure sair com pessoas que não sejam só do seu círculo profissional. Vai ser mais fácil manter a conversa londe do trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;Está com uma graninhasobrando? Faça uma viagem! É bom para clarear as ideias e respirar novos ares. Mesmo quem for icar em casa deve usar o tempo livre para fazer aqueles programas para os quais você nunca temtempo. Curta suas férias, porque, depois, só ano que vem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7755799141648420340-6647694996434010154?l=maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/feeds/6647694996434010154/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/2009/12/curta-as-ferias-sem-estresse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755799141648420340/posts/default/6647694996434010154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755799141648420340/posts/default/6647694996434010154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/2009/12/curta-as-ferias-sem-estresse.html' title='Curta as férias sem estresse'/><author><name>MadurasImaturas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375891314071272416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/TExExhqorII/AAAAAAAAAMA/AiVTFbriHNc/S220/amigos2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/Sypes2rxcFI/AAAAAAAAAK4/reBD5CCXZNg/s72-c/ferias_457647892_03_ferias.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7755799141648420340.post-8496619795173077331</id><published>2009-12-09T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T19:27:09.162-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dicas'/><title type='text'>Vestido Florido</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/Sx8YuP7NlvI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Bo_rLR345nU/s1600-h/item_dica.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 229px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413072459950561010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/Sx8YuP7NlvI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Bo_rLR345nU/s320/item_dica.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/Sx8VJsm8wRI/AAAAAAAAAKI/65Lv0b8DnLg/s1600-h/item_dica.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Como usar essa moda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;?'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como o verão já está &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;nas ruas por todo o país, vamos dar destaque a uma das peças principais da estação: os vestidos. Não faltam modelos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;estampas e cores para vc aproveitar. E combinar. As estampas vêm vibrantes, florais, geométricas e até com desenhos localizados. O pink, azul, amarelo, vermelho e verde são as cores do momento. As modelagens, tanto retas como evasê, fazem da peça um coringa em qualquer corpo feminino. Para ocasiões noturnas, use com sato. E para o dia, uma sapatilha ou sandália baixa ficarão perfeitas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Vestido+rasteira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt;Vestido+calça subposta+sapatilha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt;Vestido+ colete+ ankle boot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7755799141648420340-8496619795173077331?l=maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/feeds/8496619795173077331/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/2009/12/dicas-para-o-verao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755799141648420340/posts/default/8496619795173077331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755799141648420340/posts/default/8496619795173077331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/2009/12/dicas-para-o-verao.html' title='Vestido Florido'/><author><name>MadurasImaturas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375891314071272416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/TExExhqorII/AAAAAAAAAMA/AiVTFbriHNc/S220/amigos2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/Sx8YuP7NlvI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Bo_rLR345nU/s72-c/item_dica.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7755799141648420340.post-5977288321988386037</id><published>2009-12-03T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T00:27:58.783-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisa nossa'/><title type='text'>Queria ser uma mosquinha...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/SxjFM15AHsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Fg4IwBc5uf0/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411291776700915394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/SxjFM15AHsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Fg4IwBc5uf0/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E quem não queria? E nem vem falando que isso é coisa de mulher pq homem é muito mais curioso que mulher (vcs sabem que são, mais não vem ao caso na postagem).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Enfim... a vida seria muito mais fácil se de vez em quando vc pudesse dar aquela “espiadinha” sem sair com fama de “fofoqueira”, “intrujona”, e outras palavrinhas piores... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Por um dia eu queria ser uma mosca pra saber se aquela pessoa que te deu furo realmente ta ocupada, se aquele menino ta realmente ficando com aquela vaca (haha).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Só por um dia, eu queria ser uma mosquinha racional pra estar em lugares que só uma mosca poderia estar e presenciar cenas que só uma mosca poderia presenciar passando desapercebida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Enfim... eu queria ser uma mosca pra pousar na tua sopa &lt;strong&gt;{&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;}&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hauaahaua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mas é só por um dia. Nos outros, ser eu mesma tá bom demais!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- aquele abraç&lt;em&gt;ô&lt;/em&gt; pra quem fica mermão &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hevinha &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;웃 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7755799141648420340-5977288321988386037?l=maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/feeds/5977288321988386037/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/2009/12/queria-ser-uma-mosquinha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755799141648420340/posts/default/5977288321988386037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755799141648420340/posts/default/5977288321988386037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/2009/12/queria-ser-uma-mosquinha.html' title='Queria ser uma mosquinha...'/><author><name>MadurasImaturas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375891314071272416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/TExExhqorII/AAAAAAAAAMA/AiVTFbriHNc/S220/amigos2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/SxjFM15AHsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Fg4IwBc5uf0/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7755799141648420340.post-6394999871717527651</id><published>2009-11-14T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T01:37:52.170-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisa nossa'/><title type='text'>Bordões</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;Olá pessoas&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nossa quanto tempo não passo aqui, enfim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cara se tem uma coisa que povo brasileiro tem é criatividade, e se tem uma coisa que povo brasileiro faz é ter mania de colocar bordões no seu vocabulario.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tipo uma novela fala uma coisa engraçada, todo mundo pega, e pra variar vira moda, andei pesquisando uns e vou por aqui pra ve se voces se lembram (ou ate ja usaram hehe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Oh xente, mai gódi! – Altiva (Eva Wilma/A indomada)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Abalou Bangu! – Edilberto (Luiz Carlos Tourinho/Suave Veneno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- É brinquedo não! – Dona Jura (Solange Couto/O Clone). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Sou chique, bem! – Márcia (Drica Moraes/Chocolate com Pimenta). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Te dedico – Viviane (Letícia Spiller/Senhora do Destino).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Isto não te pertence mais – (Fabiana Karla /Zorra Total). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Cala a boca, Magda! – Caco (Miguel Falabella/Sai de Baixo). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Vem cá, te conheço? – Laura (Maria Cláudia Gueiros/Zorra Total). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Olha a faca!/ Mexe com quem ta quieto – Patrick (Rodrigo Fagundes/Zorra Total). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Os clássicos do Chaves e Chapolin "Ninguem tem paciencia comigo", "Não contavam com minha astúcia!", "Palma, palma, não priemos cânico", "Sigam-me os bons".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sem contar os personagens clássicos, com bordões usados ate hj...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/Sv33Teb5hdI/AAAAAAAAAI4/oYsBitl08BM/s1600-h/scoob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403747041874118098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/Sv33Teb5hdI/AAAAAAAAAI4/oYsBitl08BM/s200/scoob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;“Scooby-Doo, cadê você meu filho?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/Sv33ls-O7gI/AAAAAAAAAJA/H9TOk12SUa8/s1600-h/dubladores6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403747355013869058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/Sv33ls-O7gI/AAAAAAAAAJA/H9TOk12SUa8/s200/dubladores6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;“Oh querida, oh querida, oh querida Clementina”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/Sv331f8YfmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0POW96jjmAQ/s1600-h/dubladores7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403747626394353250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/Sv331f8YfmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0POW96jjmAQ/s200/dubladores7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;“Querida, cheguei!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/Sv34KudbToI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/9l9WWXeTBJY/s1600-h/dubladores10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403747991068298882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/Sv34KudbToI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/9l9WWXeTBJY/s200/dubladores10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;“Yabadabadooooo!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cara e se tem programa (atualmente) que já é de lei criar bordões é o Pânico na Tv, quem nunca usou um desses?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/Sv38FWrwwGI/AAAAAAAAAJY/pAHybHjgQRo/s1600-h/evandro-santo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403752296833138786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/Sv38FWrwwGI/AAAAAAAAAJY/pAHybHjgQRo/s200/evandro-santo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;“Para tudo e chama a NASA", “Joga no Google” (Christian Pior)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hk_TOHtFKDo/SlaV-XVd02I/AAAAAAAABE0/L3aDiQTDTrs/s400/16497383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hk_TOHtFKDo/SlaV-XVd02I/AAAAAAAABE0/L3aDiQTDTrs/s400/16497383.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kd papai? papai fugiu?" hauaahau (Fred Mercury Prateado)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/Sv389q8AwEI/AAAAAAAAAJg/aBGckP4xAyg/s1600-h/mp3-peitinho-ronaldo-adriano-tchaco.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403753628274308434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/Sv39S2sEtVI/AAAAAAAAAJo/0lOOBcT3B3I/s400/mp3-peitinho-ronaldo-adriano-tchaco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"RONALDO", "BATE AQUI, PEITINHOOOO", "ADRIANO TA ME OUVNDO?" ahauahauaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os bordões sempre vão estarpresentes no nosso palavriado, porque invariavelmente quando eles aparecem na telinha, dito num desenho ou série por aquele personagem favorito, acabavam saindo da Tv para tomar conta dos nossos dias, seja nas brincadeiras ou na escola. Para destacar uma situação dramática, engraçada ou para enfatizar as características de um personagem, o certo é que os bordões têm sim o poder de nos prender em frente a televisão, às vezes com a única pretensão de esperar por eles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim... os bordões estão ai pra isso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- aquele abraç&lt;em&gt;ô&lt;/em&gt; pra quem fica mermão &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hevinha &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;웃 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7755799141648420340-6394999871717527651?l=maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/feeds/6394999871717527651/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/2009/11/bodoes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755799141648420340/posts/default/6394999871717527651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755799141648420340/posts/default/6394999871717527651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/2009/11/bodoes.html' title='Bordões'/><author><name>MadurasImaturas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375891314071272416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/TExExhqorII/AAAAAAAAAMA/AiVTFbriHNc/S220/amigos2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/Sv33Teb5hdI/AAAAAAAAAI4/oYsBitl08BM/s72-c/scoob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7755799141648420340.post-7509699133565950813</id><published>2009-10-03T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T17:41:44.362-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisa nossa'/><title type='text'>Eu já...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.suppidesigns.com.br/moda/wp-content/uploads/mulher-pensando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.suppidesigns.com.br/moda/wp-content/uploads/mulher-pensando.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu já disse sim querendo dizer não, e também já disse não morrendo de vontade de dizer sim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Já dei risada de piadas sem graça, já dei risadas de pessoas engraçadas, já dei risada de mim mesma...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eu já fiz simpatias que vem em revistas, e já disse pra alguém "isso não adianta"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eu já admirei pessoas que vi na tv, já quis ser protagonista de um filme, já quis ser estrela do rock...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eu já chorei vendo filmes românticos, já passei mal rindo em filmes de comédias sem graça, já senti medo vendo filme de terror de luz apagada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eu já acordei feliz e dei bom dia ao sol, já acordei cansada e disse "só mais 10 minutinhos...", já acordei com raiva e disse "vai embora sol"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eu já quis ser astronauta, aeromoça, pediatra, professora, nutricionista, mais vou me formar em marketing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eu já gritei de felicidade, já chorei por amor não correspondido, já soquei o travesseiro com ódio...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eu já corri pra sala pra ouvir a "minha música", já dancei na frente do espelho quando fico sozinha em casa, já fiz o controle remoto de microfone, já cantei a letra da música errada, já fiz a vassoura de guitarra...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eu já bebi e falei besteira, já acordei com uma baita ressaca, já ri de quem bebeu demais, já riram de mim bêbada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eu já ouvi música brega, já falei coisa brega, já me vesti brega...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eu já acordei me achando linda, já acordei tendo pena de mim, já acordei me achando horrível... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eu já tentei dormir cedo, já rolei pela cama, já tive insónia, e já fiquei mais de 24hs sem dormir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eu já tive ideia desse post a muito tempo, eu já pensei em um final de post idiota, já pensei em um final de post engraçado, e no fim das contas acabei deixando o post sem final...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- aquele abraç&lt;em&gt;ô&lt;/em&gt; pra quem fica mermão &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hevinha &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;웃 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7755799141648420340-7509699133565950813?l=maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/feeds/7509699133565950813/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/2009/10/eu-ja.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755799141648420340/posts/default/7509699133565950813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755799141648420340/posts/default/7509699133565950813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/2009/10/eu-ja.html' title='Eu já...'/><author><name>MadurasImaturas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375891314071272416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/TExExhqorII/AAAAAAAAAMA/AiVTFbriHNc/S220/amigos2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7755799141648420340.post-3484377749557635984</id><published>2009-09-24T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T13:31:09.915-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisa nossa'/><title type='text'>Nomes um tanto quanto "diferentes"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5xyUlx0si6Q/SanSyeTRpfI/AAAAAAAAANc/T8bOghFpRq4/s400/coruja+doida+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 376px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5xyUlx0si6Q/SanSyeTRpfI/AAAAAAAAANc/T8bOghFpRq4/s400/coruja+doida+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Olá pessoas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pessoas com nomes diferentes me intendem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pq eu não me chamo Maria, Carla, Fernanda, Simone, sei lá... algum nome "fácil", devem pensar que eu to maluca escrevendo isso do nada, quem não conhece alguem com nome estranho, que quando a pessoa fala o nome vc fala "que?" haauah uma dessas pessoas sou Eu, minha mãe na hora que me fez sei lá o que ela pensou só sei que na hora de dar meu nome saiu da boca dela "Hévila", e até hoje quando alguem pergunta meu nome eu tenho que soletrar, é +- assim:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Como é seu nome?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Hévila&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- hã?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- H- é- v- i- l- a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Ah ta (tem gente que fala e mesmo assim nao intende hauahau normal)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Na escola me chamavam de "ervilha" engraçadinho... mais eu odiava.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Agora que desencanei (desencanei nada! só disfarço, mais por dentro eu me explodo), e eu achando que tinha me livrado desse apelidinho, só que na escola na lista de chamada colocaram meu nome assim "héRvila" (da onde surgiu o "r"?) ai os professores se matam tentando falar o meu nome, já é dificil soletrar sem o "R"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E toda vez eu tenho que soletrar meu nome (pra variar), só que essa semana eu estava distraida na hora da chamada e na vez o meu nome eu não reparei, mais o professor estava sofrendo pra falar meu nome hauaahau só percebi que era meu nome quando ouvi uma voz la do fundão gritar "é ervilha professor" ai olhei pra trás cheia de raiva e dei um sorriso falso (por dentro eu mandei ela ir... pescar) e olhei pro professor e respondi &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- é Hévila que se fala professor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eu fico feliz por uns motivos que são: é inacreditavel, mais existem outras HévilaS no mundo (a prova disso é que tem comunidades no orkut) e o outro é que existem nomes piores haauahau&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Andei pesquisando pelo google e ta ai uns nomes estranhos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cafiaspirina Cruz,Capote Valente e Marimbondo da Trindade,Caius Marcius Africanus, Carabino Tiro Certo,Carlos Alberto Santíssimo Sacramento Cantinho da Vila Alencar da Corte Real Sampaio Carneiro de Souza e Faro,Caso Raro Yamada, Céu Azul do Sol Poente, Chananeco Vargas da Silva, Chevrolet da Silva Ford,Cincero do Nascimento,Cinconegue Washington Matos,Clarisbadeu Braz da Silva, Colapso Cardíaco da Silva, Comigo é Nove na Garrucha Trouxada,Confessoura Dornelles,Crisoprasso Compasso, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pra quem quiser mais tem mais no site &lt;a href="http://www.lagoasanta.com.br/foclorio/nomes_estranhos.htm"&gt;http://www.lagoasanta.com.br/foclorio/nomes_estranhos.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Depois de ter visto esses nomes encerro esse post com a seguinte frase "Sou feliz com o meu nome" aauahaauah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- aquele abraçô pra quem fica mermão &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hevinha &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;웃 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7755799141648420340-3484377749557635984?l=maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com' alt='' 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width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/TExExhqorII/AAAAAAAAAMA/AiVTFbriHNc/S220/amigos2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5xyUlx0si6Q/SanSyeTRpfI/AAAAAAAAANc/T8bOghFpRq4/s72-c/coruja+doida+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7755799141648420340.post-6094387600886943941</id><published>2009-09-14T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T22:09:23.408-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Família'/><title type='text'>Ela comanda tudo (Até o clima... da casa)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.revistaenfoque.com.br/imagens/ce/ceb825f16ecdf291466832afeadeef16"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.revistaenfoque.com.br/imagens/ce/ceb825f16ecdf291466832afeadeef16" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Olá pessoas&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bem to falando nada mais nada menos que Ela, a minha a sua a nossa mãe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ela mesma, é uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;espécie&lt;/span&gt; de deus em casa, Deus muda o clima, faz sol, chove, chove e depois faz sol, chove e fica calor, sol com vento frio, e por ai vai...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mais o "deus do lar" (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ahauahau&lt;/span&gt; [/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;euri&lt;/span&gt;) o deus do lar muda o clima de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;humor&lt;/span&gt; dos filhos e do marido (pelo menos aqui em casa), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pq&lt;/span&gt; quando ela acorda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bem o&lt;/span&gt; dia vai bem (até música &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;eletrônica&lt;/span&gt; alta rola), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pq&lt;/span&gt; quando ela acorda "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;engraçadinha&lt;/span&gt;" tudo é motivo de riso (até velório), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;maaaaais&lt;/span&gt;... vamos falar da parte ruim! (nem tudo são flores), quando ela acorda de mal humor sai da frente (se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;vc&lt;/span&gt; tem amor a sua vida, evite esbarrar com ela). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rola umas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ceninha&lt;/span&gt; assim:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eu: bom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;diaaa&lt;/span&gt;! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ela: bom dia &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;pq&lt;/span&gt;? to bem não, me deixa sozinha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ou...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eu: mãe to com fome! o almoço ta pronto?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ela: ta vendo alguma coisa pronta? fazer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ninguém&lt;/span&gt; quer e ainda ficam me cobrando, eu não sou empregada de vocês... (continua)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E quando ela acorda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;sensível&lt;/span&gt;, a serva filha consola o Deus do lar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;hauaahauaah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eu: que foi mãe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ela: as dividas, não vai dar pra pagar tudo, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;mês&lt;/span&gt; que vem vem os juros alto... (faz cara de triste e respira fundo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eu: fica assim não mãe, mais evita comprar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;né&lt;/span&gt;, assim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ninguém&lt;/span&gt; aguenta...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ela: o emprego que eu ia ver &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; consegui, tenho que esta fazendo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;facul&lt;/span&gt; de historia =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eu: se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;vc&lt;/span&gt; não conseguiu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;pq não&lt;/span&gt; era pra ser confia em Deus mãe, na hora certa o emprego aparece...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(e por fim a gente se abraça)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Apesar dos momentos (bons ou ruins) o "deus do lar" é &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;incrível&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;fantástico&lt;/span&gt;, percebe quando a gente faz algo errado, abraça quando a gente precisa, quando a gente quer colo a gente corre pra ela, e da conselhos quando a gente &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;NESSECITA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Não sei o que seria de mim sem Ela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bem e é isso "Deus no céu e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;mãe&lt;/span&gt; em casa" (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;hauahaua&lt;/span&gt; nada &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- aquele &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;abraç&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;ô&lt;/em&gt; pra quem fica &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;mermão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; ;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Hevinha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;웃&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7755799141648420340-6094387600886943941?l=maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/feeds/6094387600886943941/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/2009/09/ela-comanda-tudo-ate-o-clima-da-casa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755799141648420340/posts/default/6094387600886943941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755799141648420340/posts/default/6094387600886943941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/2009/09/ela-comanda-tudo-ate-o-clima-da-casa.html' title='Ela comanda tudo (Até o clima... da casa)'/><author><name>MadurasImaturas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375891314071272416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/TExExhqorII/AAAAAAAAAMA/AiVTFbriHNc/S220/amigos2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7755799141648420340.post-1785817040718343881</id><published>2009-08-20T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T23:07:09.587-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amores'/><title type='text'>'- Paixão à primeira vista -'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/So40v_4YcOI/AAAAAAAAAIo/eev1QCyzaoE/s1600-h/amor%C2%B4%C2%B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372289404705992930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/So40v_4YcOI/AAAAAAAAAIo/eev1QCyzaoE/s320/amor%C2%B4%C2%B4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ta ai uma coisa que eu achava &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;pouco&lt;/span&gt; provável de acontecer. Mas quem disse que isso é impossivel esta &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;certamente&lt;/span&gt; enganado.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A maioria das coisas que me acontecem são simplismente inesperadas e essa &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; poderia ser diferente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; Certo dia jogando conversa fora com um amigo eis que surgi um menino comum como todos os outros meninos e que por sinal eu não tinha necessidade dele assim como ele não tinha necessidade de mim. Acredito que aos olhos dele ñ passava, também, de uma menina como tantas outras que há por ai. Entretanto, a partir do momento em que eu conheci um pouco de suas &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;ideias&lt;/span&gt; e ele todo &lt;em&gt;encantador&lt;/em&gt; simplismente me &lt;em&gt;encantou&lt;/em&gt; e de um jeito informal as coisas foram acontecendo sem que nós pudéssemos &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se quer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; para pra pensar no que era &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;certo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ou &lt;strong&gt;errado&lt;/strong&gt; e, como num piscar de olhos, ele me &lt;em&gt;cativou&lt;/em&gt; e apartir de então nos tornamos necessidade um do outro. E desde então nessas quase duas &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;semanas&lt;/span&gt; eu percebo que &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ELE&lt;/span&gt;, por mais parecido que seja com os tantos outros meninos, é diferente&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt;único aos meus olhos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;*-------*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E não se engane querida(o)  com aquele velho ditado.: ". Tudo que vem rápido, volta rápido." isso ja viro passado&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Esta &lt;em&gt;exageradamente&lt;/em&gt; enganado quem acha que só  por que duas pessoas se conhecem a pouco tempo um relacionamento entre elas não possa durar; ja faz algum tempo em que o que realmente importa é a &lt;strong&gt;intensidade&lt;/strong&gt; com que as coisas acontecem. E se olhar pelo requisito intensidade esse relacionamento ta sob medida&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;*--------*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pqê quando ele faz aquela &lt;em&gt;mágica&lt;/em&gt; com o teclado eu sinto as batidas do meu &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;coração&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;irem no ritmo da música e uma áurea &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; passeia por entre o ambiente, tornando assim, cada vez mais intenso o que sinto no coração &lt;strong&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sz&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ja dizia a sábia raposa&lt;strong&gt;.: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Só se vê bem com o coração. O essencial é invisível aos olhos&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;E na sua compania percebo o quão maravilhosa é a vida, enquanto vc esta em meu mundo.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tu te tornas eternamente responsável por aquilo que cativas &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;Tu és responsável por mim, então cuide bem do que é seu &lt;strong&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que o seu afeto me afetou, é fato&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; aquele abraçô pra quem fica mermão &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;a&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;h&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7755799141648420340-1785817040718343881?l=maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/feeds/1785817040718343881/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/2009/08/paixao-primeira-vista.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755799141648420340/posts/default/1785817040718343881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755799141648420340/posts/default/1785817040718343881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/2009/08/paixao-primeira-vista.html' title='&apos;- Paixão à primeira vista -&apos;'/><author><name>MadurasImaturas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375891314071272416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/TExExhqorII/AAAAAAAAAMA/AiVTFbriHNc/S220/amigos2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/So40v_4YcOI/AAAAAAAAAIo/eev1QCyzaoE/s72-c/amor%C2%B4%C2%B4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7755799141648420340.post-5641392379755258169</id><published>2009-08-15T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T22:04:34.572-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amores'/><title type='text'>E a vida amorosa como vai?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/SoegaN-id4I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/UI73U2xJD18/s1600-h/corao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370437452951615362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/SoegaN-id4I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/UI73U2xJD18/s320/corao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Olá pessoas&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Não sei vocês, mais eu odeio quando me perguntam, não converso sobre isso com qualquer pessoa, ainda mais com parentes...&lt;br /&gt;Eu amo reunião de família na casa da minha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;avó&lt;/span&gt;, mais pra mim acaba a reunião quando vem algum tio senta do meu lado e pergunta “e o namorado &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cadê&lt;/span&gt;?” &lt;strong&gt;[&lt;/strong&gt;vem o pensamento na hora “meu namorado foi pra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pqp&lt;/span&gt;” &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;¬¬&lt;/span&gt;] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pior é agora, depois que eu fiz &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt; anos não me perguntam mais pelo namorado, já anteciparam agora a pergunta é “vai casar não menina?” &lt;strong&gt;[&lt;/strong&gt;e quem falou que eu quero casar?&lt;strong&gt;]&lt;/strong&gt; nem me vejo casada e com filho, não tenho paciência com sobrinhos quem dirá com filho...&lt;br /&gt;Não que eu não queira casar, mais no momento eu penso assim, quero estudar, me formar na faculdade, não nasci pra ficar arrumando casa, passando e fazendo comida pra marido, se eu for casar que eu case lá &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pros&lt;/span&gt; 30, já fiquei pra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;titia&lt;/span&gt; mesmo, qual a importância agora? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o amor é muito banalizado, certas modernidades estragam o &lt;em&gt;amor&lt;/em&gt;. Ficou com a pessoa hoje coloca lá no orkut “namorando”, namorando a duas semana coloca lá “casado”, sem contar quem namora um mês e enche a página de depoimentos com o famoso e tão banalizado &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;EU TE AMO&lt;/span&gt;, com &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;1524854&lt;/span&gt; fotos da pessoa, como a gente ama a um mês? Acho que hoje em dia as pessoas não sabem o que é amar, às vezes eu queria ter vivido a época dos meus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;avós&lt;/span&gt;, que tinha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;toooda&lt;/span&gt; aquela coisa de conquistar a menina, cortejar, tomar sorvete e comer pipoca na &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pracinha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;[&lt;/strong&gt;lembrei cenas de novela &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;],&lt;/strong&gt; o namoro era namoro mesmo, as pessoas sabiam aproveitar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E se declaração de amor hoje for expor seu namoro no orkut eu prefiro ficar sozinha, até porque eu estou bem assim, não sozinha, mas com amigos, sim, tenho fases que sinto falta de uma pessoa especial... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sou &lt;em&gt;moderninha&lt;/em&gt;, mais quero ser "cortejada", quero receber uma declaração de amor no meio da noite, quero receber flores e chocolate no trabalho, quero ir ao cinema e namorar no escurinho.&lt;br /&gt;Mais hoje em dia isso é ser careta, me desculpe, mais eu sou careta&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt;: desculpem o desabafo, mais isso me tira do serio&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- aquele &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;abraç&lt;em&gt;ô&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;quem&lt;/span&gt; fica &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;mermã&lt;em&gt;o&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Hevinha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;웃 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7755799141648420340-5641392379755258169?l=maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/feeds/5641392379755258169/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-vida-amorosa-como-vai.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755799141648420340/posts/default/5641392379755258169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755799141648420340/posts/default/5641392379755258169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-vida-amorosa-como-vai.html' title='E a vida amorosa como vai?'/><author><name>MadurasImaturas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375891314071272416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/TExExhqorII/AAAAAAAAAMA/AiVTFbriHNc/S220/amigos2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/SoegaN-id4I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/UI73U2xJD18/s72-c/corao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7755799141648420340.post-645618675850630603</id><published>2009-08-11T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T00:57:53.096-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Selinho'/><title type='text'>Selinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/SoJzmwbUt3I/AAAAAAAAAII/b2M4Bph130I/s1600-h/j%25C3%25A1dore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368980815450781554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/SoJzmwbUt3I/AAAAAAAAAII/b2M4Bph130I/s320/j%25C3%25A1dore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Olá pessoas&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Vim postar o nosso &lt;em&gt;segundo&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;s&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;, amaaamos essa bonequinha toda glamurosa hauahauaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Daphne muito obrigada mesmo&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Então... Recebemos esse selinho do blog &lt;a href="http://meandmylifebydaphne.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://meandmylifebydaphne.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Indicando o selinho para 5 blogs:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://piseudo-utopia.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://piseudo-utopia.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://garotacomestilo.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://garotacomestilo.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://queridodiariob.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://queridodiariob.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://seriogarota.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://seriogarota.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://girlteen-vip.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://girlteen-vip.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Por hoje é só isso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-aqele abraçô pra quem fica mermão &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;aah &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hevinha &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;웃&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7755799141648420340-645618675850630603?l=maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/feeds/645618675850630603/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/2009/08/selinho.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755799141648420340/posts/default/645618675850630603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755799141648420340/posts/default/645618675850630603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/2009/08/selinho.html' title='Selinho'/><author><name>MadurasImaturas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375891314071272416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/TExExhqorII/AAAAAAAAAMA/AiVTFbriHNc/S220/amigos2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/SoJzmwbUt3I/AAAAAAAAAII/b2M4Bph130I/s72-c/j%25C3%25A1dore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7755799141648420340.post-2157082630212305948</id><published>2009-08-09T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T23:44:11.176-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amores'/><title type='text'>S.O.S</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/Sn_PDTaVmeI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ZZx7ukzYJp0/s1600-h/cora%25C3%25A7ao%2Bpartido.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368236936506218978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/Sn_PDTaVmeI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ZZx7ukzYJp0/s320/cora%25C3%25A7ao%2Bpartido.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt;ivo num mundo paralelo ao da minha realidade; o problema é que eu não sei onde fica a porta de entrada/saída, só sei, que quando taudo está maravilhosamente bem vem um choque de realidade e td fica meio cinza, nublado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Eu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;nasci, acredito eu, pra viver junto dos meninos, não que as meninas não tenham vez aqui&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, é que com eles eu esqueço as futilezas mais absurdas e vivo uma vida SEM frescuras; é eu nasci pra viver sem frescuras, mas as vezes preciso de um rímel e uma pranxa, afinal vamos dar uma colher de chá pra vaidade (&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Eu desci pra levantar poeira, pra jogar conversa fora e ter conversa seria, nasci pra brincar de ser seria e pra fazer meu dia-a-dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Entretanto, muitas coisas que desejo ñ consigo ter/fazer, será culpa do meu pequeno disturbio de falar os meus planos?' Então pqe Deus me fez assim?' ;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;_Me fez assim,só pra mostra que ñ se deve ser assim?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;AAAIII ten coisas que eu realmente NÃO consigo intender ¬¬'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;São muitas perguntas e pouco tempo pra entender as raras respostas, o será que ta tudo obvio que eu ñ vejo Õ.õ//&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Intão eu preciso do oculos com o maior grau, aparelhos auditivos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;será que to precisando aprender a viver? Suspeito que ta na hora de me deixarem viver ;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Put'z eu ate acredito ter "asas" como alguns amigos dizem, mas eu ñ consigo usa-las elas estão amarradas por uma corda forte demais pro meu tipo físico :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Confeço morrer de medo de estar querendo subir um degrau onde minhas pernas ñ chegam nessa escada que se convencionou chamar de "minha vida". Confeço tbm me sentir preparada para descobrir um mundão de coisas incriveis que tem por ai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As vezes eu me sinto um vegetal que nasceu pra ser uma ave solta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-Sinto meu coração sedento de uma paixão extremamente forte e sem rodeios, meu corpo deseja um colo quente, confortavel e que ñ seja o de mãe, minha alma necessita de companhia, EU quero alguém que olhe atraves dos meus olhos e entenda o que se passa por dentro dessa garota que só quer fazer da vida uma grande festa sem que ninguém estipule a hora de terminar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Eu quero esquecer os analgésicos e os calmantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cansei de tentar entender o sentido da vida; EU QUERO VIVEEER.!' andar com minhas próprias pernas e mandar PARAR que façam isso por mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Toda hora é hora, Todo dia é dia e tudo em nome do&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, aah' essa é a vida que eu sempre quix. Ou intão esquecer tuudo isso e me isolar do mundo e das pessoas que dizem que eu ainda não sei "andar" sendo que elas me julgam errado e me limitam demais para saberem algo verdadeiro sobre mim. As vezes queria ñ ter coração pra que ele ñ sofra com as dúvidas e essas coisas todas que tiram o sono. Mas, eu definitivamente NÃO sou assim.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;eu coração é meu &lt;em&gt;guia&lt;/em&gt;.!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-aqele abraçô pra quem fica mermão &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;aa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;h &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7755799141648420340-2157082630212305948?l=maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/feeds/2157082630212305948/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/2009/08/sos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755799141648420340/posts/default/2157082630212305948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755799141648420340/posts/default/2157082630212305948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/2009/08/sos.html' title='S.O.S'/><author><name>MadurasImaturas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375891314071272416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/TExExhqorII/AAAAAAAAAMA/AiVTFbriHNc/S220/amigos2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/Sn_PDTaVmeI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ZZx7ukzYJp0/s72-c/cora%25C3%25A7ao%2Bpartido.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7755799141648420340.post-6746231569817375432</id><published>2009-08-05T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T01:34:46.653-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisa nossa'/><title type='text'>Você não é feia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/SnpQCQnDO6I/AAAAAAAAAHo/Rr9EKpb7Mg0/s1600-h/imagem.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366689905714084770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 329px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/SnpQCQnDO6I/AAAAAAAAAHo/Rr9EKpb7Mg0/s400/imagem.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/SnpOwAp8q9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/AODBCyfs-EI/s1600-h/imagem.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Olá pessoas&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem o post de hj é mais por causa da foto, em meio a tantas &lt;em&gt;plásticas&lt;/em&gt; me fez pensar em você minha amiga que se acha feia pq não tem dinheiro pra fazer aqueeela &lt;em&gt;definitiva&lt;/em&gt; no cabelo, ou colocar aquele tãaaaoo desejado &lt;em&gt;silicone&lt;/em&gt;, gente para tudo&lt;strong&gt;! &lt;/strong&gt;Simplismente olhe pra essa foto e pense &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;eu não sou feia, só não tenho dinheiro&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;, e apesar de terem dinheiro e ter milhares de plásticas e quimicas no cabelo tenho certeza que ainda acham algum defeito, mal do ser humano...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: dei boas risadas vendo essa foto, tipo &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;fulaninha era gordinha cara, e o cabelo da siclana pelo amor&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt; haauahau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; aqele abraçô pra qem fica mermão &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hevinha &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;웃&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7755799141648420340-6746231569817375432?l=maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/feeds/6746231569817375432/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/2009/08/voce-nao-e-feia.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755799141648420340/posts/default/6746231569817375432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755799141648420340/posts/default/6746231569817375432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/2009/08/voce-nao-e-feia.html' title='Você não é feia...'/><author><name>MadurasImaturas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375891314071272416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/TExExhqorII/AAAAAAAAAMA/AiVTFbriHNc/S220/amigos2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/SnpQCQnDO6I/AAAAAAAAAHo/Rr9EKpb7Mg0/s72-c/imagem.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7755799141648420340.post-8800245681453157795</id><published>2009-08-01T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T01:39:27.599-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisa nossa'/><title type='text'>Crescer é complicado...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/SnVBRSHXFlI/AAAAAAAAAGo/sAIL64f6EHU/s1600-h/menina-crescer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365266296258106962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/SnVBRSHXFlI/AAAAAAAAAGo/sAIL64f6EHU/s320/menina-crescer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Eu juro que quando fiz &lt;strong&gt;18&lt;/strong&gt; anos &lt;strong&gt;(&lt;/strong&gt;três anos atrás&lt;strong&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;, estava começando a achar tudo um máximo, ia vir o &lt;em&gt;primeiro emprego&lt;/em&gt;, e veio, no começo era o melhor trabalho do &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mundo&lt;/span&gt;, com as melhores pessoas do mundo, começou a passar o tempo e percebi que não tinha mais tempo pra mim mesma, porque eu dedicava meu tempo pro trabalho perfeito, as pessoas perfeitas? Começaram a me decepcionar, chegou uma época que eu ia pro banheiro pra chorar, e saia de lá de cabeça erguida, pra todo mundo pensar que eu sou tão boa quanto eles &lt;strong&gt;(&lt;/strong&gt;E sou! Melhor até&lt;strong&gt;), &lt;/strong&gt;quando eu fiz &lt;strong&gt;18&lt;/strong&gt; anos comecei a achar que o mundo adulto era a melhor coisa do mundo, mais eu não conhecia o mundo adulto de verdade, o mundo adulto te faz ter mudanças repentinas de humor &lt;strong&gt;(&lt;/strong&gt;pelo menos pra mim&lt;strong&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;, certas horas você se sente à pessoa mais feliz do mundo, às vezes bate uma tristeza do nada, certas horas alguém faz você se sentir a pessoa mais sortuda do mundo, certas horas alguém também faz você se sentir uma&lt;em&gt; inútil&lt;/em&gt;, um &lt;em&gt;lixo&lt;/em&gt;, um &lt;em&gt;Zé ninguém&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mundo adulto é tudo muito complicado, muito corrido, e cheio de duvidas, tem lá suas coisas fantásticas, incríveis, mais se eu pudesse eu trocaria tudo isso pela minha infância de novo. Ah! Como eu queria passar a tarde inteira vendo sessão da tarde sem me preocupar, como eu queria brincar de bola na rua, andar de bicicleta,dormir tranqüila sabendo que no dia seguinte a única preocupação era ir pra escola, e continuar achando que a vida adulta é igual brincar de Barbie, você acha um cara lindo e incrível, se casa com ele, tem uma casa deslumbrante e vestidos lindos, e quando tem filhos eles não dão trabalho algum... Quem me dera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu fiz 18 anos queria ser rebelde igual as outras pessoas da minha idade, comecei andar de preto, ouvir rock depressivo, e começou a vir a depressão, a vontade de se matar, comecei a ver defeito em tudo, nada era perfeito, nada era bom o suficiente pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu fiz &lt;strong&gt;18&lt;/strong&gt; anos queria andar sozinha, não queria ouvir conselhos, porque eu sabia de tudo &lt;strong&gt;(&lt;/strong&gt;pelo menos eu achava&lt;strong&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;, e foi à época que eu mais quebrei a cara, acredite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje em dia eu penso que crescer é sempre difícil, não importa a idade que você tenha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- aqele abraçô pra qem fica mermão &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hevinha &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;웃&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7755799141648420340-8800245681453157795?l=maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/feeds/8800245681453157795/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/2009/08/crescer-e-complicado.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755799141648420340/posts/default/8800245681453157795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755799141648420340/posts/default/8800245681453157795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/2009/08/crescer-e-complicado.html' title='Crescer é complicado...'/><author><name>MadurasImaturas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375891314071272416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/TExExhqorII/AAAAAAAAAMA/AiVTFbriHNc/S220/amigos2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/SnVBRSHXFlI/AAAAAAAAAGo/sAIL64f6EHU/s72-c/menina-crescer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7755799141648420340.post-103005880384082248</id><published>2009-07-27T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T20:21:41.991-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amigas'/><title type='text'>Fotos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;Ola pessoas&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bem como prometido, as fotos da Reunião Blogal &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eeeeeeeeeeeeeee &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;\&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/Sm1llsRw2NI/AAAAAAAAADw/IujltY0jrNw/s1600-h/%2B94564554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363054429483358418" style="WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/Sm1llsRw2NI/AAAAAAAAADw/IujltY0jrNw/s320/%2B94564554.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Eu estava afogando as magoas na pipoca haauahaua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/Sm1l7RehMpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/IKVPM3nSzjE/s1600-h/464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363054800246223506" style="WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/Sm1l7RehMpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/IKVPM3nSzjE/s320/464.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Camila olhuda, isso não é tamanho de  copo hauaahaua&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/Sm1mSJu7qqI/AAAAAAAAAEA/kvKEz6Q_x-Y/s1600-h/3211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363055193304574626" style="WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/Sm1mSJu7qqI/AAAAAAAAAEA/kvKEz6Q_x-Y/s320/3211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Eu, &lt;em&gt;Grasi&lt;/em&gt; e Camila (viu magrela lembramos de vc)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/Sm1mmwQ-1lI/AAAAAAAAAEI/TsM88LU0760/s1600-h/8748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363055547245319762" style="WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/Sm1mmwQ-1lI/AAAAAAAAAEI/TsM88LU0760/s320/8748.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;pezinhos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/Sm1nB0tz98I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ysyQt0QmUf0/s1600-h/6545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363056012296452034" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/Sm1nB0tz98I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ysyQt0QmUf0/s320/6545.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Visões estranhas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/Sm1nmceb9qI/AAAAAAAAAEY/HPAeXgF_8Kk/s1600-h/i+uiui.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363056641444673186" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/Sm1nmceb9qI/AAAAAAAAAEY/HPAeXgF_8Kk/s320/i+uiui.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Camila fez coraçao em mim &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;_&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/Sm1n_BdfryI/AAAAAAAAAEg/KMOtjvpUQLE/s1600-h/8596845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363057063689695010" style="WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/Sm1n_BdfryI/AAAAAAAAAEg/KMOtjvpUQLE/s320/8596845.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/Sm1oQmiafJI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UAlSRwk0XrI/s1600-h/5454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363057365700213906" style="WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/Sm1oQmiafJI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UAlSRwk0XrI/s320/5454.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grasi &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s2&lt;/span&gt; haauhauaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/Sm1om35ye4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/BqUDQPHMDPI/s1600-h/4551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363057748318780290" style="WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/Sm1om35ye4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/BqUDQPHMDPI/s320/4551.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Magrela sempre presente &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363061880055144626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/Sm1sXX0gILI/AAAAAAAAAFI/woLr9B-XaT4/s320/4543.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Óculos fashion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/Sm1s7jOlngI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Y3w8A5F546I/s1600-h/iooio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363062501592636930" style="WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/Sm1s7jOlngI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Y3w8A5F546I/s320/iooio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vaidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/Sm1tYaXCzyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eDEOaMSU4l0/s1600-h/dfdsd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363062997428391714" style="WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/Sm1tYaXCzyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eDEOaMSU4l0/s320/dfdsd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Camila fazendo o primeiro post (yn)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/Sm1tsSoBTlI/AAAAAAAAAFg/cxlHEVwF388/s1600-h/54564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363063338949496402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/Sm1tsSoBTlI/AAAAAAAAAFg/cxlHEVwF388/s320/54564.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E pra terminar mais pezinhos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bem povão por hj é só, cumpri o que tinha falado e vou ficando por aqui...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- aqele abraçô pra qem fica mermão &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;' Hevinha &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;웃&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7755799141648420340-103005880384082248?l=maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/feeds/103005880384082248/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/2009/07/fotos.html#comment-form' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755799141648420340/posts/default/103005880384082248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755799141648420340/posts/default/103005880384082248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/2009/07/fotos.html' title='Fotos'/><author><name>MadurasImaturas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375891314071272416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/TExExhqorII/AAAAAAAAAMA/AiVTFbriHNc/S220/amigos2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/Sm1llsRw2NI/AAAAAAAAADw/IujltY0jrNw/s72-c/%2B94564554.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7755799141648420340.post-5478707283636411327</id><published>2009-07-25T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T01:13:51.930-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Selinho'/><title type='text'>Primeiro Selinhooooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/SmvqbouQorI/AAAAAAAAACo/KNAYL1OkFp4/s1600-h/meu_selo2.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362637541823521458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/SmvqbouQorI/AAAAAAAAACo/KNAYL1OkFp4/s320/meu_selo2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Primeiro selinho, lindo né? Tbm amamos haauahauahau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Vamos as regras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Divulgue o link do blog que te indicou &lt;strong&gt;(&lt;/strong&gt;OK&lt;strong&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://seriogarota.blogspot.com//"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://seriogarota.blogspot.com//&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Diga seu doce predileto: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Brigadeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.Diga sua musica predileta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pearl Jam - Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Indique o selo para 4 blogs seguidores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://tamobem.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://tamobem.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://garotacomestilo.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://garotacomestilo.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://marirapezynski.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://marirapezynski.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://complicadodiario.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://complicadodiario.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Liza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; muito obrigada pelo selinho, ficamos muito &lt;em&gt;felizes&lt;/em&gt;! Sucesso pra vocês... Sempre&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7755799141648420340-5478707283636411327?l=maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/feeds/5478707283636411327/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/2009/07/primeiro-selinhooooo.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755799141648420340/posts/default/5478707283636411327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755799141648420340/posts/default/5478707283636411327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/2009/07/primeiro-selinhooooo.html' title='Primeiro Selinhooooo'/><author><name>MadurasImaturas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375891314071272416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/TExExhqorII/AAAAAAAAAMA/AiVTFbriHNc/S220/amigos2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/SmvqbouQorI/AAAAAAAAACo/KNAYL1OkFp4/s72-c/meu_selo2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7755799141648420340.post-1340492088687686579</id><published>2009-07-23T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T01:40:25.793-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisa nossa'/><title type='text'>O que fazer?????????????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsD8KAJCaLc/Sg3t7NhvG-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/PEKGdri4luk/s400/indecis%C3%A3o+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsD8KAJCaLc/Sg3t7NhvG-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/PEKGdri4luk/s400/indecis%C3%A3o+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Olá pessoas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Não, não morremos, estamos bem obrigada &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hauaahaua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Estavamos&lt;/span&gt; resolvendo uns &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;probleminhas&lt;/span&gt;, e já que resolvi minha parte tenho &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tempinho&lt;/span&gt; pra postar, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;aaah&lt;/span&gt; e as fotos da reunião &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;blogal&lt;/span&gt; prometo postar essa semana sem falta &lt;strong&gt;(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;yn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gente esse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt; é &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pq&lt;/span&gt; eu to na fase de indecisão, afinal quem nunca ficou indeciso quando chega perto de fazer faculdade&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt; ou quem ainda esta indeciso&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt; Acho que quando chega nessa fase todo mundo fica meio indeciso, mais que coisa chata &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hein&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;strong&gt;--'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No meu caso fiquei uns &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; anos com &lt;strong&gt;CERTEZA &lt;/strong&gt;que ia fazer Nutrição, fui ver as matérias e achava os assuntos interessantes, ai ano passado fiz um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cursinho&lt;/span&gt; de Marketing, achei &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;muuuito&lt;/span&gt; legal, fiz o trabalho do grupo sozinha e tiramos 8,9 nem lembro, ai pensei &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;vou começar fazer nutrição, se eu não gostar tranco e faço marketing&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt; ai eu um dia desses conversando com a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Grasi&lt;/span&gt; fui falar sobre isso e ela me fala &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;marketing tem mais a sua cara&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;, falei com a minha mãe e ela fala a mesma coisa, como assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;O.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pronto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Foi motivo pra ficar uma interrogação na minha cabeça de tamanho extra grande, comecei a pesquisar sobre faculdade de marketing e achei legal as matérias, e o preço &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;tbm&lt;/span&gt; claro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hauaah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Fiz teste vocacional e das opções tinha lá o &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Marketing &lt;/span&gt;e nutrição nem sombra, fiz vários testes e sempre tinha o marketing no meio e nutrição não apareceu em nenhum dos testes, logo que... minha duvida tinha ido embora, pensei &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;vou me formar em marketing&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;, sendo que nos resultados dos testes tinha dado marketing, publicidade e propaganda, jornalismo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ai um dia desses em conversando com a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Camila&lt;/span&gt;, ela me falou que ia fazer publicidade e propaganda, que pra mim era a mesma coisa que marketing, e publicidade &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;tbm&lt;/span&gt; me interessou, ai fomos pesquisando até que achamos a diferença entre Marketing e Publicidade e Propaganda, são bem parecidos mais tem um diferencial entre eles, e uma faculdade leva a outra, é tipo Romeu sem Julieta, queijo sem goiabada etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E eu mais uma vez mudei de opinião, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;pq&lt;/span&gt; nesse diferencial de cada uma delas publicidade e propaganda me chamou mais atenção, até hoje não me veio mais nenhuma duvida sobre isso &lt;strong&gt;(&lt;/strong&gt;e espero que não tenha mais&lt;strong&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;, ano que vem começaremos a fazer nossa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;facul&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(&lt;/strong&gt;assim eu espero&lt;strong&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;, ai vem uma coisa que me fez pensar sobre um titulo pra outro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;desespero, preocupação e emprego&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Já tenho minha opinião certa, mais e agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Com que ou como vou pagar a faculdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Estou dois meses desempregada e louca atrás de emprego, coloco &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;currículo&lt;/span&gt; em sites, agências...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Maaaiis&lt;/span&gt;... esse assunto é coisa pra outro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;hauahaauahau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt;: Me empolguei e escrevi demais &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;²&lt;/span&gt;: Ressaltando que as fotos vão SIM ser postadas essa semana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;³&lt;/span&gt;: Nós = Futuras Publicitarias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- aquele &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;abraç&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;ô&lt;/em&gt; pra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;qem&lt;/span&gt; fica &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;mermã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;o&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Hevinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;웃&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7755799141648420340-1340492088687686579?l=maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/feeds/1340492088687686579/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-que-fazer.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755799141648420340/posts/default/1340492088687686579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755799141648420340/posts/default/1340492088687686579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-que-fazer.html' title='O que fazer?????????????'/><author><name>MadurasImaturas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375891314071272416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/TExExhqorII/AAAAAAAAAMA/AiVTFbriHNc/S220/amigos2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zsD8KAJCaLc/Sg3t7NhvG-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/PEKGdri4luk/s72-c/indecis%C3%A3o+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7755799141648420340.post-3569261640298353994</id><published>2009-07-13T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T02:50:26.602-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amigas'/><title type='text'>Reunião Blogal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/Slwkr0uAm5I/AAAAAAAAACg/nCGnZCow98w/s1600-h/1188363029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358197991968643986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/Slwkr0uAm5I/AAAAAAAAACg/nCGnZCow98w/s320/1188363029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/SlwkiczvVAI/AAAAAAAAACY/xkMiJLHiNMg/s1600-h/1188363029.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;lá pess&lt;em&gt;o&lt;/em&gt;as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Quem leu o título deve ter se perguntado&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;O que seria reunião blogal ? &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Segue o post &lt;em&gt;abaixo&lt;/em&gt; qe se explicará &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Mais uma coisa a gente diz&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Essa foi a reunião maais loca das nossas viidas (&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Primeiro cheguei na casa da Hevinha ee a sobrinha dela de&lt;strong&gt; 5&lt;/strong&gt; anos estava dando&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aula&lt;/strong&gt;, e os alunos só &lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;eus sabe qem era. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Depois qe bateu o sinal do &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;recreio&lt;/span&gt;, ela usou minha perna de travesseiro&lt;strong&gt; [&lt;/strong&gt;palavras da própria sobrinha&lt;strong&gt;] &lt;/strong&gt;ksopakposkaopskpoaksoaks³&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;³&lt;/span&gt;³&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;Meia noite e meia o telefone tooca (&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;minha &lt;em&gt;mãe &lt;/em&gt;pedindo pra eu ir no hospital com a minha irmã pqe meu sobrinho estava se sentindo &lt;em&gt;mal&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;[&lt;/strong&gt;resfriado&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;e&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pra qem tiver interessado, ele ta melhor (&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;yn&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Voltando do hospital assim qê chegei em casa&lt;strong&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; corri pro pece e lá estava&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;eela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;online&lt;/span&gt; ee me chamaando pra volta pra casa dela às &lt;strong&gt;2 e pooca da manha&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;_&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vai indo pro portão qee é so o tempo deo desligar o pece&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E enfim, passamos a noite juntas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-----------------&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pipoooca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Suco de cajú&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Óculos bunitos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Boneca com voz engraçada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Penteados e makiagem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Fofocas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Compartilhamos a cama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Fotos sem noção&lt;strong&gt; (&lt;/strong&gt;bem a nossa cara&lt;strong&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Altas Risadas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nada melhor doqe non fazer nada,so pra deitar e rolar juntas (&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ps&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;¹.&lt;/span&gt;: Reunião blogal pq não deu pra magrela ir, e como só as donas do blog estavam, foi mais uma &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Reunião de trabalho&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ps&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;².&lt;/span&gt;: Pra quem estiver interessado as fotos serão postadas essa semana ainda&lt;strong&gt;(&lt;/strong&gt;falta editar, né Camila?&lt;strong&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;, max tenho certeza qê vão arrancar boas risadas de vcês &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ps&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;³.&lt;/span&gt;: Esse post foi o primeiro &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;post juntas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;, maaaiis... em &lt;strong&gt;pc's&lt;/strong&gt; separados , matéria feita através do &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MSN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; até chegar no acordo de &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu gostei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Bem por hj é só isso povão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- aqele abraç&lt;em&gt;ô &lt;/em&gt;pra qem fica mermã&lt;em&gt;o&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;' Caah &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;●&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;' Hevinha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;웃&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7755799141648420340-3569261640298353994?l=maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/feeds/3569261640298353994/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/2009/07/reuniao-blogal.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755799141648420340/posts/default/3569261640298353994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755799141648420340/posts/default/3569261640298353994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/2009/07/reuniao-blogal.html' title='Reunião Blogal'/><author><name>MadurasImaturas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375891314071272416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/TExExhqorII/AAAAAAAAAMA/AiVTFbriHNc/S220/amigos2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/Slwkr0uAm5I/AAAAAAAAACg/nCGnZCow98w/s72-c/1188363029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7755799141648420340.post-219060431383990495</id><published>2009-07-12T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T02:49:54.983-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Família'/><title type='text'>Sobrinhos: é bom mais é ruim O.o</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/SlruKOBvjKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Oh1WPvvuUXU/s1600-h/carinhas_bebes.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357856566042135714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/SlruKOBvjKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Oh1WPvvuUXU/s320/carinhas_bebes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Aloha Pessoal (&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Antes&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;de ser tia eu fazia e comia os alimentos ainda quentes.&lt;br /&gt;Eu tinha calmas&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt;longas conversas ao telefone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Antes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;de ser tia eu &lt;strong&gt;dormia&lt;/strong&gt; o quanto eu queria e nunca me preocupava com a hora de ir para a cama. Eu não me esquecia de escovar os cabelos &lt;strong&gt;e&lt;/strong&gt; os dentes.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não tropeçava em brinquedos nem pensava em canções de ninar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Antes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;de ser tia ninguém &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vomitou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; nem fez &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xixi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; em mim, nem me beliscou sem nenhum cuidado, com dedinhos de unhas finas. Antes de ser tia eu dormia a noite toda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Eu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;nunca&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;chorei olhando pequeninos olhos que choravam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Eu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;nunca&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;fiquei gloriosamente feliz com uma simples risadinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Eu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;nunca&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;fiquei sentada horas e horas olhando um &lt;strong&gt;bebê&lt;/strong&gt; dormindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Antes&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;de ser tia eu nunca segurei uma criança só por não querer afastar meu corpo do dela. Eu nunca senti meu coração se despedaçar quando não pude estancar uma dor.&lt;br /&gt;Eu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;nunca&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;imaginei que uma coisinha tão pequenina pudesse mudar &lt;strong&gt;tanto&lt;/strong&gt; a minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Eu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;nunca&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;imaginei que pudesse amar alguém tanto assim. Eu não sabia que eu adoraria ser tia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;de ser tia eu não conhecia a &lt;strong&gt;sensação&lt;/strong&gt; de ter meu coração fora do meu próprio corpo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não imaginava que algo tão pequenino pudesse fazer-me sentir tão &lt;strong&gt;importante&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Agora me diz vc qe é tia ou tio, tem hr qe da no saco aqele choro de manha na hr qe vc qer descansa -_-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Aqele grito finoo beem no ouvido soo pra dizer qe ta com sede ou qe a posição não esta confortável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tem hrs qe ser tia(o) é um porre ¬¬' [ olha qe eu sempre qix tanto isso,afinal de contas eu era a &lt;strong&gt;ÚNICA&lt;/strong&gt; qe num tinha subrinhu]&lt;br /&gt;Ps¹.: e pra variar eu ganhei logo dois de uma vex só [gemeos] e consegui empata com a Heviinha&lt;br /&gt;kspoakspoakposkapo&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;³³&lt;/span&gt; dificil vai ser bater o recorde da Grasi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Õ.õ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;É obvio qe eu AMO meus sobrinhos, mas eles poderiam ter um controle remoto, facilitaria &lt;strong&gt;MUITO&lt;/strong&gt; as coisas &lt;strong&gt;[&lt;/strong&gt;pause.mudo.liga.desliga&lt;strong&gt;]&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;strong&gt;yn&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;Só qem é tia (o) sabe oqe é isso&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;aqele abraçô pra qem fica mermão&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&gt; C&lt;strong&gt;aa&lt;/strong&gt;h ♣&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7755799141648420340-219060431383990495?l=maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/feeds/219060431383990495/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/2009/07/caah.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755799141648420340/posts/default/219060431383990495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755799141648420340/posts/default/219060431383990495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/2009/07/caah.html' title='Sobrinhos: é bom mais é ruim O.o'/><author><name>MadurasImaturas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375891314071272416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/TExExhqorII/AAAAAAAAAMA/AiVTFbriHNc/S220/amigos2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/SlruKOBvjKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Oh1WPvvuUXU/s72-c/carinhas_bebes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7755799141648420340.post-4042375725513866145</id><published>2009-07-11T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T02:51:30.738-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amigas'/><title type='text'>Não rolou! =/</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/SllVXFlGiLI/AAAAAAAAABc/cChjCybP3lw/s1600-h/PijamaParty_thumb%5B5%5D2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357407086857062578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/SllVXFlGiLI/AAAAAAAAABc/cChjCybP3lw/s320/PijamaParty_thumb%5B5%5D2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/SllVGcgUXzI/AAAAAAAAABU/ZnmI2TcM8zU/s1600-h/PijamaParty_thumb%5B5%5D2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Olá pessoas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;É... a festa do pijama? Não teve!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Graças a quem? (não, não foi culpa da Grasi) hauaahauah a bonita da Camila, não deu pra ela sair e preferiu ficar em casa do que a festa do pijama, como assim caraaaa? Magrela trouxe até o filme, ia ser festa do pijama com duas pessoas --'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Poxa poxa poxaaaaaa ia ser nosso &lt;strong&gt;primeiro post&lt;/strong&gt; juntas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;(vontade enorme de te socar Camila)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Isso me fez pensar que amizade é uma coisa assim... inexplicável!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Tipo, eu e as meninas somos tão diferentes e tão iguais ao mesmo tempo, personalidade hiper diferente, modo de se vestir de tuuudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Grasi: trabalha e faz facul (eeee virando gente grande haha), fds o que ela faz? Fica lá com o namorido dela, e quando ele ta no trabalho é ligação a cada piscar de olhos hauaahaua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Caah: já essa gosta de sair, pracinha fds, até festinha de rua ta valendo, a parada é não ficar em casa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Eu: caseira (demais até), não que eu goste de sair, mais certos lugares eu não gosto, então pra mim é mais válido ficar em casa madrugando na Internet, sair só se for pra barzinhos, gosto de baladinhas light...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Para e repara! Personalidades diferentes ao cubo né? Mais quando a gente se junta rola desde fofocas semanais, reclamações de rotina, reclamações do trabalho (né magrela?), afinal... toda amiga que se preze rola esses tipos de assuntos, acho que o ditado "os opostos se atraem" é ligado pra esse tipo de relacionamento, pq nem sempre em &lt;strong&gt;namoro&lt;/strong&gt; os opostos realmente se atraem, enfim como já diz o ditado² "amigo é o irmão que o coraçao escolhe" e o meu escolheu vocês&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mais voltando a festa do pijama (surtei haha)... meu final de sabado ficou assim... tedioso! Ao invés de passar a madruga vendo filme, comendo pipoca,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;fofocando, e fazendo o &lt;strong&gt;primeiro post&lt;/strong&gt; juntas, eu to vendo &lt;strong&gt;Bob, o construtor&lt;/strong&gt; com a minha sobrinha... (isso não é legal) bem meus queridos deixa eu ir pq já vai começar &lt;strong&gt;Charlie e Lola&lt;/strong&gt; hauaahauaah segue o final do post com a musiquinha do desenho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- Boooob o construtor podemos sim [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;hauahauahau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;ps: Camila o próximo post é seu, parece que esse blog é só meu pooow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;bjs e boa noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hevinha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;웃&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7755799141648420340-4042375725513866145?l=maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/feeds/4042375725513866145/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/2009/07/nao-rolou.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755799141648420340/posts/default/4042375725513866145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755799141648420340/posts/default/4042375725513866145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/2009/07/nao-rolou.html' title='Não rolou! =/'/><author><name>MadurasImaturas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375891314071272416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/TExExhqorII/AAAAAAAAAMA/AiVTFbriHNc/S220/amigos2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/SllVXFlGiLI/AAAAAAAAABc/cChjCybP3lw/s72-c/PijamaParty_thumb%5B5%5D2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7755799141648420340.post-6412357437701958437</id><published>2009-07-10T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T02:51:00.809-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amigas'/><title type='text'>Segue a carta abaixo (haha!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_pbM8TKdtKPY/SUKs0YD4HeI/AAAAAAAAABM/2IG2X2gshIU/s400/ATgAAABDxaDveJ9PfemtBfapGftGqo_oeOHnMxaCLqhVfjJ3ylz3d5tf203aWRn-DpIAxUe1vJl_9EVyb_myYfOONdEDAJtU9VCe3sEQJ4fEj3lsnglIJfGTpaHwYw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_pbM8TKdtKPY/SUKs0YD4HeI/AAAAAAAAABM/2IG2X2gshIU/s400/ATgAAABDxaDveJ9PfemtBfapGftGqo_oeOHnMxaCLqhVfjJ3ylz3d5tf203aWRn-DpIAxUe1vJl_9EVyb_myYfOONdEDAJtU9VCe3sEQJ4fEj3lsnglIJfGTpaHwYw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queridas amigas! (magrela em especial) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pelo amor! Pra que taaaaanta crise? (muitas, muitas e muitas) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A história começa assim: Eu e Camila conversando... do nada vem a mente - Bora fazer um blog? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok! dois dias de vida e estamos sobrevivendo, ai vai eu de boa amiga e deixou scrap pra Camila ruiva e pra Grasi no entuito de receber um "incentivo", mais veio o oposto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grasi liga quase me batendo pelo telefone "pq meu nome nao esta no blog? Não vou comentar lá!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ao entrar na internet vejo um scrap da Camila ruiva assim "um blog teu e da camila? aff!" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(broxei na hora cara!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como assim? O.o&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Genteeeem o fato do nome de vocês não estarem aqui nao significa que não vão poder postar ora bolas!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Só que se a gente fosse colocar todas as amigas aqui ficaria "ilimitado" (tem que ter limite se não vira bagunça droga), casos engraçados, cenas inusitadas, aconteceu com você? você viu?&lt;br /&gt;Seja bem vinda pra postar aqui e compartilhar nessa droga que ninguem ta lendo (ainda, eu espero).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wel... Por hj é só!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ps: amanhã noite do pijama, vo postar aqui, isso não vai prestar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000000;"&gt;ps²: Eu amo vocês! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;»¦♥♥¦«&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bj e até amanhã!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Hevinha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;웃&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7755799141648420340-6412357437701958437?l=maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/feeds/6412357437701958437/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/2009/07/httpwwwlistindiariocompromoscosasdeduen.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755799141648420340/posts/default/6412357437701958437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755799141648420340/posts/default/6412357437701958437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/2009/07/httpwwwlistindiariocompromoscosasdeduen.html' title='Segue a carta abaixo (haha!)'/><author><name>MadurasImaturas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375891314071272416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/TExExhqorII/AAAAAAAAAMA/AiVTFbriHNc/S220/amigos2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_pbM8TKdtKPY/SUKs0YD4HeI/AAAAAAAAABM/2IG2X2gshIU/s72-c/ATgAAABDxaDveJ9PfemtBfapGftGqo_oeOHnMxaCLqhVfjJ3ylz3d5tf203aWRn-DpIAxUe1vJl_9EVyb_myYfOONdEDAJtU9VCe3sEQJ4fEj3lsnglIJfGTpaHwYw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7755799141648420340.post-6623268358151531688</id><published>2009-07-09T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T02:48:39.021-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Saudações</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://static.hsw.com.br/gif/startrek-spock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" alt="" src="http://static.hsw.com.br/gif/startrek-spock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hello! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra falar a verdade nem era eu que ia fazer o &lt;strong&gt;primeiro post&lt;/strong&gt;, mais minha ansiedade foi maior hauaahaua só fazendo o primeiro post pra desejar boas vindas...&lt;br /&gt;Boas vindas pra nós, blogueiras de primeira viagem, pq essa idéia surgiu do nada (do nada mesmo).&lt;br /&gt;Boas vindas pros visitantes (espero que com o tempo sejam muitos)...&lt;br /&gt;E Boas Vindas pras novas idéias (sim! Estamos enroladas!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Não acostumada a fazer post, esse ta horrível haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;sem cabeça pra fazer um post legal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ps: breve historias Hilarias, fatos, cenas do cotidiano, aqui... no Maduras&amp;amp;Imaturas haauahau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Bj e boa noite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Hevinha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;웃&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7755799141648420340-6623268358151531688?l=maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/feeds/6623268358151531688/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/2009/07/saudacoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755799141648420340/posts/default/6623268358151531688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7755799141648420340/posts/default/6623268358151531688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maduraseimaturas.blogspot.com/2009/07/saudacoes.html' title='Saudações'/><author><name>MadurasImaturas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06375891314071272416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_As-_g07IqFQ/TExExhqorII/AAAAAAAAAMA/AiVTFbriHNc/S220/amigos2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
