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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQERnY7eSp7ImA9WhdVEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4221127677832350224</id><updated>2011-09-15T09:15:07.801-07:00</updated><title>Depois da meia noite</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fabizips.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fabizips.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06254763589560602592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pdv2yBieIio/Th2uMvVUu-I/AAAAAAAAARo/Nc1pLVqSHO4/s220/eu.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/gbOl" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="blogspot/gbol" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAAQH0-eyp7ImA9WhdQGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4221127677832350224.post-2274471073729444654</id><published>2011-08-19T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T20:59:01.353-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-19T20:59:01.353-07:00</app:edited><title>Fidelidade</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h7ej0CjMVxE/Tk8udCqmvQI/AAAAAAAAATA/B9-_4KrWnGE/s1600/fidelidade.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h7ej0CjMVxE/Tk8udCqmvQI/AAAAAAAAATA/B9-_4KrWnGE/s320/fidelidade.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642779934585175298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Hoje em dia, fidelidade? SIMMM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Quando vemos uma amiga (o) que foi traído, temos um sentimento de revolta e tentamos confortar a pessoa traída, mas e se fosse com você? imagino eu que a dor seja terrível, pois se ser traído por um amigo já dói, imagine por aquele a quem amamos.&lt;/span&gt; (digo porque nunca soube se já fui traída)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Compensa ser fiel em pleno 2011? meu pai, um senhor destinto de 63 anos diz que casamentos hoje em dia não duram, na verdade ele tem razão, cada dia que se passa, conheço pessoas casadas que não são felizes, alguns criam coragem e se separam, outros,  por mil e um motivos não se separam e acabam optando por ter um amante, e acredite, essa amante pode ser sua amiga... aí querida, traição dupla,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;fica dica não dizer as amigas os dons do seu companheiro na cama, sempre tem um olho obeso em cima de vocês. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu, penso da seguinte forma, não vou fazer com outra pessoa o que eu não gostaria que fizessem comigo, alias, isto é bíblico (momento religioso), mas no altar se jura fidelidade, mesmo que não seja no altar, quando se começa um relacionamento, não vamos pensando em quem vamos utilizar como P.A., pois se há um amor verdadeiro, não há motivos para traição, certo?!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Agora, se você as vezes se pega pensando em outro alguém, coloque este amor na balança e veja se vale a pena continuar, é melhor oferecer a dor da separação do que a dor da traição, acredite, o mesmo pode estar acontecendo com seu companheiro em relação a você. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Não é digno a traição, e nem pense em usa-la como forma de vingança, seja esperta e não rebaixe como determinada pessoa fez com você, crie outra estratégia para se vingar. Se produza, entre no carro do Ricardinho, linda e glamourosa, e passe na frente dele sorrindo a felicidade (e não a vingança), ele verá o que realmente perdeu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;
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type="text/html" href="http://fabizips.blogspot.com/2011/08/fidelidade.html" title="Fidelidade" /><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06254763589560602592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pdv2yBieIio/Th2uMvVUu-I/AAAAAAAAARo/Nc1pLVqSHO4/s220/eu.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h7ej0CjMVxE/Tk8udCqmvQI/AAAAAAAAATA/B9-_4KrWnGE/s72-c/fidelidade.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMFSX8yeSp7ImA9WhdSFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4221127677832350224.post-2676878810604014104</id><published>2011-07-24T22:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T22:56:58.191-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-24T22:56:58.191-07:00</app:edited><title>Adeus Amy</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m03ZmbskluY/Ti0Fc3z8mvI/AAAAAAAAASg/cq-Tb8Phx0w/s1600/amy-winwhouse-morre-not1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m03ZmbskluY/Ti0Fc3z8mvI/AAAAAAAAASg/cq-Tb8Phx0w/s200/amy-winwhouse-morre-not1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633164702486665970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Depois da noticia da morte da cantora Amy Winehouse, eu vi muitas pessoas criticando pelo fato de ser por overdose de drogas,  pois é, mas desumano é descriminar um usuário, existem milhões de pessoas que são dependente químicos, e trata los como drogados, é certo?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Bom, eu não vejo bem desta forma, Amy tinha 27 anos, estava viciada em drogas (crack) e alcoolatra, mas, pensemos, quando a pessoa é "drogada" o termo correto é DEPENDÊNCIA química, o que significa obviamente que a pessoa necessita da droga, ela depende disso pra continuar a caminhar, o tempo da abstnencia dura no mínimo 14 dias, não é fácil.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Já trabalhei com dependentes químicos, e vê los nesta situação, altamente drogados, é triste de mais, porque por mais que a pessoa saiba que esta se acabando, a droga trás uma forma de prazer pra esta pessoa, é simples dizer "é só ter força de vontade", sim... mas de onde tirar forças, se as pessoas que deveriam ajudar, coloca a pessoas mais no fundo do posso ainda com sermões e desconfianças.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;É muito fácil criticar quando não é da nossa família, quando não é uma pessoa que vc gosta, Amy serviu de exemplo pras pessoas neste sentido, sim, mas os viciados continuaram viciados e comprando e o governo continuara contribuindo, porque não é novidade pra ninguém a infeliz participação das autoridades no envolvimento das drogas.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Então... como resolver isso? ainda haverá drogas pelo mundo inteiro, e pessoas anónimas morrendo com 27, 20, 15, 10, 40, 55, 62 anos de idade por overdose de drogas. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Infeliz realidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4221127677832350224-2676878810604014104?l=fabizips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fabizips.blogspot.com/feeds/2676878810604014104/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://fabizips.blogspot.com/2011/07/adeus-amy.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4221127677832350224/posts/default/2676878810604014104?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4221127677832350224/posts/default/2676878810604014104?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fabizips.blogspot.com/2011/07/adeus-amy.html" title="Adeus Amy" /><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06254763589560602592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pdv2yBieIio/Th2uMvVUu-I/AAAAAAAAARo/Nc1pLVqSHO4/s220/eu.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m03ZmbskluY/Ti0Fc3z8mvI/AAAAAAAAASg/cq-Tb8Phx0w/s72-c/amy-winwhouse-morre-not1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QMRXYyeip7ImA9WhdSEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4221127677832350224.post-7037118304677477021</id><published>2011-07-21T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T14:56:24.892-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-21T14:56:24.892-07:00</app:edited><title>P A = Pinto Amigo</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nE_VKxziOQc/TiigaTpIpsI/AAAAAAAAASQ/rdnb7v3Eit8/s1600/pes.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nE_VKxziOQc/TiigaTpIpsI/AAAAAAAAASQ/rdnb7v3Eit8/s200/pes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631927707836655298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Então menina... babadissimo é ter um pinto amigo, e não é o de borracha hahahhaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Pra quem ainda não se atualizou, P.A é aquele seu amigo (amigo também é pra essas coisas), que transa com você numa boa, sem cobranças, e nem expectativas de um relacionamento, uma pessoa com que você possa contar nos momentos em que precisa transar, sem dar satisfação alguma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Se você não se sente bem indo pra cama com um cara diferente toda vez que quer transar, é uma saída também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;COMO FUNCIONA??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Primeiro você tem que confiar nesta pessoa, que não saíra por aí dizendo que tem uma amiga coloridissima, e você também, nada como ser discreto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Os dois tem que entrar no jogo sabendo que é apenas sexo e amizade (não permitindo ciumes, entendeu né?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Não há necessidade de se fazer de difícil;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ninguém é de ninguém, se estiverem na mesma festa e por um acaso se verem, não precisam ficar um com o outro;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Não há D.R (discutir relacionamento);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Você pode ir pra qualquer lugar, sem dar satisfação (que otimo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Se souberem separar as coisas, podem até comer uma pizza juntos, mas nada de sair namorandinho por aí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Vocês podem rir e dependendo do grau de amizade, ate poder contar com ele, desabafar, e depois aquele consolo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;PROIBIÇÕES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Não pode se apaixonar, nem ter crise de ciumes, nem ligar pra saber onde esta a pessoa(cobranças estão proibidas);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ele não pode ser o seu tipo de homem que você namoraria... pode acabar se apaixonando;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sem camisinha... (NÃO PODE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Evite programas de casais, tipo cinema, parque... (pode acabar se apaixonando)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Não pode envolver em programas familiares;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Não dormir de conchinha (coisa de namorados)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Isto é sexo casual, e então? as vantagens são muitas, compensa muito ter um, dois... Ninguém ficará sabendo e a sua vida continuara a mesma, só com um toque a mais de emoção. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;eu sou super a favor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4221127677832350224-7037118304677477021?l=fabizips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fabizips.blogspot.com/feeds/7037118304677477021/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://fabizips.blogspot.com/2011/07/p-pinto-amigo.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4221127677832350224/posts/default/7037118304677477021?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4221127677832350224/posts/default/7037118304677477021?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fabizips.blogspot.com/2011/07/p-pinto-amigo.html" title="P A = Pinto Amigo" /><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06254763589560602592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pdv2yBieIio/Th2uMvVUu-I/AAAAAAAAARo/Nc1pLVqSHO4/s220/eu.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nE_VKxziOQc/TiigaTpIpsI/AAAAAAAAASQ/rdnb7v3Eit8/s72-c/pes.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ANR3g4fyp7ImA9WhdTFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4221127677832350224.post-4372325072435897319</id><published>2011-07-13T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T08:09:56.637-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-13T08:09:56.637-07:00</app:edited><title>homem cachorro magro</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ao50D0Bnz8g/Th21CSV3SzI/AAAAAAAAASI/1Zn-7XafUtg/s1600/Salto%2B1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 177px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ao50D0Bnz8g/Th21CSV3SzI/AAAAAAAAASI/1Zn-7XafUtg/s200/Salto%2B1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628854160170896178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Como assim? como e vai embora???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Pois é, acontece, agente conhece um cara legal, bacana, tem até ideias legais e coerentes, nos programamos para ter o encontro (o único né), compramos langerrí nova, investimos na melhor roupa e sapato, fazemos aquele make up, e vai tudo muito bem, cinema, um fast food ate que ele te leva no motel, (isso se não for na casa dele ou na sua), acontece aquela noite maravilhosa, depois, com quem REALMENTE não quer nada, vai embora e some...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Tenho certeza que todas nos já passamos por isso, mas será que adianta não transar na primeira noite? há mulheres que esperam, mas será que adianta? vai durar só uma noite mesmo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Até se torna uma forma fria de se pensar, mas, o que mais choca, não é o fato dele ir embora, e sim o cara sumir do mapa, como se no dia seguinte fossemos pedir as alianças de casamento, sinceramente, não sei o que passa na pequena mente desse tipo de homem, qual o problema de manter a amizade, porque, será que ele não tem a capacidade de pensar que também queremos um sexo prazeroso sem compromisso, e que esta noite magica poderia ser repetida muitas vezes? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;É mulheres, isso só me leva a conclusão que, homens não sabem pensar de uma forma coesa, porque sumir do mapa, o leva a ser comparado como um animal, que na selva cruza com a femia e some (alguns animais).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Mas... o que fazer? Nada, não se martirizem pensando neste que foi, ainda há muitos que virão, e as que infelizmente acabaram na ilusão, não se iludam mais, se isso acontecer, não chore pelo "leite derramado", porque nesta vida, esta cheio de homens aparentemente maravilhosos mas que agem de uma forma tão irracional, só se pode esperar, que um dia a manteiga do seu pão aparecera (okey é horrível esperar, mas não temos outra saída).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Beijos iluminados....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;(texto baseado na reportagem www.bolsademulher.com.br) &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/4221127677832350224-4372325072435897319?l=fabizips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fabizips.blogspot.com/feeds/4372325072435897319/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://fabizips.blogspot.com/2011/07/homem-cachorro-magro.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4221127677832350224/posts/default/4372325072435897319?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4221127677832350224/posts/default/4372325072435897319?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fabizips.blogspot.com/2011/07/homem-cachorro-magro.html" title="homem cachorro magro" /><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06254763589560602592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pdv2yBieIio/Th2uMvVUu-I/AAAAAAAAARo/Nc1pLVqSHO4/s220/eu.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ao50D0Bnz8g/Th21CSV3SzI/AAAAAAAAASI/1Zn-7XafUtg/s72-c/Salto%2B1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcNQXs8fyp7ImA9WhZVEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4221127677832350224.post-6851514445216424720</id><published>2011-05-22T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T13:44:50.577-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-22T13:44:50.577-07:00</app:edited><title>amizades...</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lqC8Tck4XCQ/Tdl1qwGWsEI/AAAAAAAAARc/tFrqmY3gIEI/s1600/amigos.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lqC8Tck4XCQ/Tdl1qwGWsEI/AAAAAAAAARc/tFrqmY3gIEI/s200/amigos.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609644188193173570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quando agente lhes fala de um novo amigo, as pessoas adultas jamais se interessam em saber como ele realmente é. Não perguntam nunca: "qual é o som de sua voz? quais os brinquedos que ele mais prefere? será que ele coleciona borboletas?" Mas perguntam: Qual é sua idade? Quantos irmãos ele tem? Quanto pesa? quanto seu pai ganha?" Somente assim é que elas julgam conhecê-lo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;O Pequeno Príncipe, pág.17 Antoine de Saint-Exupéry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Ser uma pessoa adulta e amadurecida é bom, mas fixar os pensamentos apenas em números e cálculos, nos faz perder a essência do amor entre as pessoas, más não nos torna pessoas interesseiras, apenas, esquecemos dos detalhes que realmente caracteriza determinada pessoa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4221127677832350224-6851514445216424720?l=fabizips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fabizips.blogspot.com/feeds/6851514445216424720/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://fabizips.blogspot.com/2011/05/amizades.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4221127677832350224/posts/default/6851514445216424720?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4221127677832350224/posts/default/6851514445216424720?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fabizips.blogspot.com/2011/05/amizades.html" title="amizades..." /><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06254763589560602592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pdv2yBieIio/Th2uMvVUu-I/AAAAAAAAARo/Nc1pLVqSHO4/s220/eu.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lqC8Tck4XCQ/Tdl1qwGWsEI/AAAAAAAAARc/tFrqmY3gIEI/s72-c/amigos.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cNRHg-cCp7ImA9WhZWEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4221127677832350224.post-4335094239072458699</id><published>2011-05-10T14:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T15:04:55.658-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-10T15:04:55.658-07:00</app:edited><title>Depois da meia noite?</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Sim, depois da meia noite todo gato é pardo, nada se vê, potencialmente, tudo se faz e tudo se esconde....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Aqui &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;estará&lt;/span&gt; um pouco dos blogs que eu sigo e coisas q eu mesma escreverei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;beijos iluminados&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4221127677832350224-4335094239072458699?l=fabizips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fabizips.blogspot.com/feeds/4335094239072458699/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://fabizips.blogspot.com/2011/05/depois-da-meia-noite.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4221127677832350224/posts/default/4335094239072458699?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4221127677832350224/posts/default/4335094239072458699?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fabizips.blogspot.com/2011/05/depois-da-meia-noite.html" title="Depois da meia noite?" /><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06254763589560602592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pdv2yBieIio/Th2uMvVUu-I/AAAAAAAAARo/Nc1pLVqSHO4/s220/eu.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcNRnc5fSp7ImA9Wx5aGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4221127677832350224.post-6947943140128407067</id><published>2010-11-16T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T17:41:37.925-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-16T17:41:37.925-08:00</app:edited><title>Fim</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xj1sC83TM4/TOMyXIVFwSI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I5BTcqSHfBA/s1600/finalfeliz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540327339550163234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xj1sC83TM4/TOMyXIVFwSI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I5BTcqSHfBA/s400/finalfeliz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; FIM...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4221127677832350224-6947943140128407067?l=fabizips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fabizips.blogspot.com/feeds/6947943140128407067/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://fabizips.blogspot.com/2010/11/fim.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4221127677832350224/posts/default/6947943140128407067?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4221127677832350224/posts/default/6947943140128407067?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fabizips.blogspot.com/2010/11/fim.html" title="Fim" /><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06254763589560602592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pdv2yBieIio/Th2uMvVUu-I/AAAAAAAAARo/Nc1pLVqSHO4/s220/eu.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xj1sC83TM4/TOMyXIVFwSI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I5BTcqSHfBA/s72-c/finalfeliz.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8NQ3Y8eip7ImA9Wx5aGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4221127677832350224.post-4957003895712228023</id><published>2010-11-16T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T17:38:12.872-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-16T17:38:12.872-08:00</app:edited><title>The End</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ola &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Blogueiros&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Este é o meu ultimo &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt; do blog AQUI ONDE AS HORAS &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;NÃO&lt;/span&gt; PASSAM, este blog &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; tem mais &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;razão&lt;/span&gt; de existir, pois ele foi dedicado a uma pessoa que &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; faz mais parte da minha vida (graças a Deus), estou feliz e curada deste amor que teve um fim. Hoje eu posso dizer que um final feliz para mim, estou muito bem agora. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;vou mudar o nome do blog e em &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Janeiro&lt;/span&gt; estou de volta postando outras coisas, menos tristezas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Agradeço a todos que me acompanharam que me apoiaram e postaram &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;comentários&lt;/span&gt;, durante toda esta parte &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;difícil&lt;/span&gt; da minha vida. BEIJOS E ABRAÇOS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;até breve...&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/4221127677832350224-4957003895712228023?l=fabizips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fabizips.blogspot.com/feeds/4957003895712228023/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://fabizips.blogspot.com/2010/11/end.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4221127677832350224/posts/default/4957003895712228023?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4221127677832350224/posts/default/4957003895712228023?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fabizips.blogspot.com/2010/11/end.html" title="The End" /><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06254763589560602592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pdv2yBieIio/Th2uMvVUu-I/AAAAAAAAARo/Nc1pLVqSHO4/s220/eu.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcEQX09eCp7ImA9WxVaGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4221127677832350224.post-2827557290187540443</id><published>2009-04-17T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T09:00:00.360-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-17T09:00:00.360-07:00</app:edited><title>pense rápido, o que te lembra?</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;preguiça,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;criatividade&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; amigos, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;aquecimento global,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; amizade,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blog,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; mente de homem, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;família,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sonhos&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cera quente,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;E.T,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mentira,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;verdade,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;concurso publico,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meme,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; orgulho, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;relacionamento,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amostra grátis,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;faculdade,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; loiras, negras, japonesas, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lábios,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hospital,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;amor,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ódio, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;vinho&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cabelo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; espelho, P.A,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;traição,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;carro,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;multa de transito,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bom samaritano,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; maquiagem, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;langerrie,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cerveja, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;silicone,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;chinelo com meia,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;decepção,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sinceridade,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; celular, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MSN,&lt;/span&gt; preocupação, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fotos,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;filmes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;musica,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; lista negra,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;academia,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; compulsividade, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;loucuras,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;surtada master,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;confissões,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;decisões,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;brega,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;pensamentos,&lt;/strong&gt; T.O.C., &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;balada,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;brochante,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;reciclável,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;biquine,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cigarro,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;em fim sós?,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;H.P., &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tudo de bom,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;morfina,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;vida,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;morte,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sexo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mania,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; gay, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy Winehouse,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dinheiro,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; flagra, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ego.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;namorar,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chorar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;desejo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;horizonte,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;beijo me liga!,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;comer,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fracasso, &lt;strong&gt;T.P.M.,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que fofo!,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; vizinho,&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;web cam,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will survive,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sol,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lua,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;é o que tenho para hoje!,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; natureza, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B.B.B.,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;humilhante,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;canibal&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;melancolia,&lt;/span&gt; problemas,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;futuro,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;saudade,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;paciência,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cliente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;F.D.S.&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cama,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;conflitos internos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;fetiche,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;segredo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; desventura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;sorriso.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Em nossas loucas tentativas, renunciamos ao que somos, pelo que esperamos ser"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Wiliam Sheakespeare&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4221127677832350224-2827557290187540443?l=fabizips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fabizips.blogspot.com/feeds/2827557290187540443/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://fabizips.blogspot.com/2009/04/pense-rapido-o-que-te-lembra.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4221127677832350224/posts/default/2827557290187540443?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4221127677832350224/posts/default/2827557290187540443?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fabizips.blogspot.com/2009/04/pense-rapido-o-que-te-lembra.html" title="pense rápido, o que te lembra?" /><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06254763589560602592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pdv2yBieIio/Th2uMvVUu-I/AAAAAAAAARo/Nc1pLVqSHO4/s220/eu.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYFQ3kzeSp7ImA9WxVbFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4221127677832350224.post-7654413356130192856</id><published>2009-03-30T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T19:38:32.781-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-30T19:38:32.781-07:00</app:edited><title>Segredos - Frejat</title><content type="html">&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xj1sC83TM4/SdGBiTwAL0I/AAAAAAAAABY/8JEyGlb6G2c/s1600-h/P3280277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319175061318414146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xj1sC83TM4/SdGBiTwAL0I/AAAAAAAAABY/8JEyGlb6G2c/s200/P3280277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Eu procuro um amor, que ainda não encontrei, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Diferente de todos que amei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Nos seus olhos quero descobrir, uma razão para viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;E as feridas dessa vida eu quero esquecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Pode ser que eu o encontre numa fila de cinema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;numa esquina ou numa mesa de bar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Procuro um amor que seja bom pra mim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Vou procurar eu vou até o fim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;E eu vou tratá-lo bem pra que ele não tenha medo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Quando começar a conhecer os meus segredos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Hum! Hum! Huuuum!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Eu procuro um amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Uma razão para viver e as feridas dessa vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Eu quero esquecer... pode ser que eu gagueje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Sem saber o que falar mas eu disfarço e não saio sem ele de lá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33cc00;"&gt;"eu aprendi que não posso exigir o amor de ninguém...posso apenas dar boas razões para que gostem de mim...e ter paciência para que a vida faça o resto..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Willian Shakespeare&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/4221127677832350224-7654413356130192856?l=fabizips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fabizips.blogspot.com/feeds/7654413356130192856/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://fabizips.blogspot.com/2009/03/segredos-frejat.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4221127677832350224/posts/default/7654413356130192856?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4221127677832350224/posts/default/7654413356130192856?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fabizips.blogspot.com/2009/03/segredos-frejat.html" title="Segredos - Frejat" /><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06254763589560602592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pdv2yBieIio/Th2uMvVUu-I/AAAAAAAAARo/Nc1pLVqSHO4/s220/eu.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xj1sC83TM4/SdGBiTwAL0I/AAAAAAAAABY/8JEyGlb6G2c/s72-c/P3280277.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UCQnwyfCp7ImA9WxVbEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4221127677832350224.post-1726198316890887580</id><published>2009-03-26T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T16:47:43.294-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-26T16:47:43.294-07:00</app:edited><title>palavras de um amigo meu...</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xj1sC83TM4/ScwTQqvEVQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/x48WNu-dGsg/s1600-h/P3140086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317646437088253186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xj1sC83TM4/ScwTQqvEVQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/x48WNu-dGsg/s200/P3140086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje, refletindo a respeito dos efeitos do nada sobre porra nenhuma, me dei conta de que o Brasil é o único país do mundo governado por um analfabeto que assinou uma reforma ortográfica, um alcoólatra que instituiu uma lei seca e que, ainda, teve a petulância de pedir a Deus para dar INTELIGÊNCIA ao Barack Obama, que é formado em Harvard...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Choramos ao nascer porque chegamos a este imenso cenário de dementes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/William_Shakespeare/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4221127677832350224-1726198316890887580?l=fabizips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fabizips.blogspot.com/feeds/1726198316890887580/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://fabizips.blogspot.com/2009/03/palavras-de-um-amigo-meu.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4221127677832350224/posts/default/1726198316890887580?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4221127677832350224/posts/default/1726198316890887580?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fabizips.blogspot.com/2009/03/palavras-de-um-amigo-meu.html" title="palavras de um amigo meu..." /><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06254763589560602592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pdv2yBieIio/Th2uMvVUu-I/AAAAAAAAARo/Nc1pLVqSHO4/s220/eu.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xj1sC83TM4/ScwTQqvEVQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/x48WNu-dGsg/s72-c/P3140086.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8HRno_fSp7ImA9WxVUFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4221127677832350224.post-9128142357321466687</id><published>2009-03-18T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T15:53:57.445-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-18T15:53:57.445-07:00</app:edited><title>estilo casual de ser</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xj1sC83TM4/ScF5qnf2UvI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4okiaDn-JuY/s1600-h/P3140139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314662808337928946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xj1sC83TM4/ScF5qnf2UvI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4okiaDn-JuY/s200/P3140139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;moda&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; shopping&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cores&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; maquiagens, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;brincos&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; bolsas&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;salto alto&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;esmalte&lt;/span&gt;, cinto, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;piercing&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;gloss&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;top&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;retro&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;vitrine&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; marca&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;anel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;nossa quanta coisa... que eu não consigo seguir, detesto shopping, procurar roupa para comprar, não é meu melhor programa, não tenho uma colecção de bolsas e nem sei andar de salto alto, sei que seria muito bom ser uma "boa moça", mas não levo o menor jeito para isso, e na verdade nem quero... não sou consumista, o que tem para hoje? é o que eu visto, o que me sinto bem o que me faz andar a vontade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;é... as meninas não saem mais comigo para "as compras"... ahhh nem ligo!!!! rsrs super chato mesmo, mas foi mal por ontem... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;mas tem um acessorio que quero muito, quero um oculos de sol, mas eu tenho que ver e gostar, nao vou sair para procurar, ele vai me achar, nao sei como, mas ele me acha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xj1sC83TM4/ScFydPIW0YI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vXARRcITVpM/s1600-h/P3140129.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4221127677832350224-9128142357321466687?l=fabizips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fabizips.blogspot.com/feeds/9128142357321466687/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://fabizips.blogspot.com/2009/03/estilo-casual-de-ser.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4221127677832350224/posts/default/9128142357321466687?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4221127677832350224/posts/default/9128142357321466687?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fabizips.blogspot.com/2009/03/estilo-casual-de-ser.html" title="estilo casual de ser" /><author><name>Fabiana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06254763589560602592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pdv2yBieIio/Th2uMvVUu-I/AAAAAAAAARo/Nc1pLVqSHO4/s220/eu.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xj1sC83TM4/ScF5qnf2UvI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4okiaDn-JuY/s72-c/P3140139.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>

