<?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-3699294</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:52:04.342Z</updated><title type='text'>Oracle's Temple</title><subtitle type='html'>all that shall be.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Felipe Duarte</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>210</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-107377119449506326</id><published>2004-01-10T21:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-10T21:48:19.560Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-107377119449506326?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/107377119449506326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/107377119449506326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107377119449506326' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-106348672021030654</id><published>2003-09-13T20:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-09-13T20:58:40.043Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>  &lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Poemas íntimos&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vês?! Ninguém assistiu ao formid?vel &lt;br /&gt;Enterro de tua última quimera. &lt;br /&gt;Somente a ão - esta pantera - &lt;br /&gt;Foi tua companheira inseparável! &lt;br /&gt;o beijo, amigo, é a véspera do escarro &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acostuma-te à lama que te espera! &lt;br /&gt;O Homem, que, nesta terra miserável, &lt;br /&gt;Mora, entre feras sente inevitável &lt;br /&gt;Necessidade de também ser fera. &lt;br /&gt;a mão que afaga é a mesma que apedreja &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toma um fósforo. Acende teu cigarro! &lt;br /&gt;O beijo, amigo, é a vespera do escarro, &lt;br /&gt;A mão que afaga é a mesma que apedreja. &lt;br /&gt;apedreja essa mão vil que te afaga, escarra nessa boca que te beija &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se alguém causa inda pena tua chaga, &lt;br /&gt;Apedreja essa m?o vil que te afaga, &lt;br /&gt;Escarra nessa boca que te beija!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Algusto dos Anjos&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-106348672021030654?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/106348672021030654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/106348672021030654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106348672021030654' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-95058335</id><published>2003-05-30T00:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-05-30T00:58:34.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;          A pedido de todos, ta bom so da Helena...heheh voltarei a escrever um blog.Esse aqui não irá morrer, mas não tenho esperanças de postar muito nele.&lt;br /&gt;          Para quem quer ler algumas besteiras e outras nem tanto.....e so ir para:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;center&gt;&lt;font size ="3"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ppalavras.blogspot.com"&gt;Pequenas Palavras&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-95058335?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/95058335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/95058335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95058335' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-92391948</id><published>2003-04-10T23:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-04-10T23:42:46.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size = "4 "&gt;AGRHHHHHH!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-92391948?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/92391948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/92391948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92391948' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-92013669</id><published>2003-04-05T00:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-04-05T14:41:31.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Sem Comentários...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src = "http://p.fotologs.net/users/j/o/t/t/i/n/jottinha/my_photos/2003/04/04/1049489267.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-92013669?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/92013669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/92013669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#92013669' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-92013507</id><published>2003-04-05T00:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-04-05T00:25:41.170Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p&gt; &lt;font face="Verdana" size="1" color="#FF0000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu sou a ma&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde; &lt;br /&gt;      mordida &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="1"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;img src="http://www.tankgirls.hpg.com.br/teste05apple.GIF" width="200" height="90"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;a href="http://www.tankgirls.hpg.com.br/dirty.htm"&gt;que s&amp;iacute;mbolo voc&amp;ecirc; &lt;br /&gt;      &amp;eacute;?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você sabe o que isso significa? Você é sexy, tarado, huu que delícia!&lt;br /&gt;Nunca percebeu que nem todo mundo te acha lindo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-92013507?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/92013507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/92013507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#92013507' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-91873889</id><published>2003-04-02T23:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-04-02T23:13:51.966Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não custa ler...acreditar é outra história&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Oracle/6478/"&gt;Seu Arcano pessoal é: &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 - A FORÇA&lt;br /&gt;(Rider Tarot: A Justiça)&lt;br /&gt;Palavras-Chave: Auto-Controle e Vontade Dirigida &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * Aprendizado aos 11 anos de idade: um fato que marca o psicológico;&lt;br /&gt;* Vontade imperativa, objetivismo e energia;&lt;br /&gt;* Inteligência sobre os instintos;&lt;br /&gt;* Inquietação mental e curiosidade por tudo;&lt;br /&gt;* Magnetismo pessoal;&lt;br /&gt;* A sexualidade é forte e atuante;&lt;br /&gt;* Cuidado com as explosões de temperamento;&lt;br /&gt;* A impulsividade é inimiga do seu sucesso;&lt;br /&gt;* Determinação para chegar onde quer;&lt;br /&gt;* Vontade de manter controle absoluto sobre o que ocorre em sua vida;&lt;br /&gt;* Sinceridade e franqueza;&lt;br /&gt;* Luta contra o EGO ;&lt;br /&gt;* Detesta ser dirigido(a) ou liderado(a);&lt;br /&gt;* Disposição física e coragem;&lt;br /&gt;* Testes na vida quanto à sua tolerância;&lt;br /&gt;* Não seja tão perfeccionista consigo mesmo;&lt;br /&gt;* Empenho em querer dar o melhor de si;&lt;br /&gt;* Expectativas permanentes quanto ao trabalho;&lt;br /&gt;* Cuidado com a competitividade;&lt;br /&gt;* Não faça de sua vida um "cabo-de-guerra";&lt;br /&gt;* Desafios emocionais;&lt;br /&gt;* Auto-cobrança;&lt;br /&gt;* Habilidade com atividades de raciocínio rápido;&lt;br /&gt;* Não gosta de estar preso à regras ou dogmas;&lt;br /&gt;* Luta contra o poder e monopólio (domínio);&lt;br /&gt;* Desejo de fazer algo grandioso;&lt;br /&gt;* Cuidado com a ansiedade;&lt;br /&gt;* Não tente resultados a curto prazo;&lt;br /&gt;* Administrar o que tem sabiamente;&lt;br /&gt;* Cuidado com a área neuro-muscular, gônadas, taxa de glicose, vida estressante;&lt;br /&gt;* Atividades como Yoga e Tai Chi são indicadas;&lt;br /&gt;* Não se esquente com problemas que venham da família;&lt;br /&gt;* Trabalhe sua teimosia;&lt;br /&gt;* Crescimento pessoal que surge através da focalização das metas;&lt;br /&gt;* Quer viver coisas novas;&lt;br /&gt;* Crie novas oportunidades para si todas as horas;&lt;br /&gt;* Não cobre de seu parceiro o que ele não pode dar (ou de quem vc convive);&lt;br /&gt;* Evite disputas;&lt;br /&gt;* Trabalhe colaborando;&lt;br /&gt;* Não desperdice as chances que lhe são dadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-91873889?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/91873889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/91873889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91873889' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-91873250</id><published>2003-04-02T23:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-04-02T23:01:49.966Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "(...)Tudo aquilo, que agora lhe deparava o delírio, até aí só lhe passara pelos olhos ou lhe chegara aos ouvidos como eco e reflexo de um mundo inatingível e longínquo; um mundo habitado por seres superiores; um paraíso de gozos excelentes e delicados, que os seus grosseiros sentidos repeliam; um conjunto harmonioso e discreto de sons e cores mal definidas e vaporosas; um quadro de manchas pálidas, susurrantes, sem firmeza de tintas, nem contornos, em que se não determinava o que era pétala de rosa ou asa de borboleta, murmúrio de brisa ou ciciar de beijos." ( O Cortiço - Aluísio de Azevedo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-91873250?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/91873250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/91873250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91873250' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-91310995</id><published>2003-03-25T00:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-25T00:13:48.936Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Coisas da vida&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Moro perto de uma rua que é conhecida como "rua do motéis", tem um motel atrás do outro, na rua inteira. Engraçado é ver as pessoas saindo do lugar.Algumas saem sozinhas,outras com mais uma pessoa, as vezes saem em grupos.As caras são as mais variadas, já observei casais que saem brigando,outros nem se olham. Porém os mais legais são aquels que olham de volta pra mim com cara de culpados felizes,como se tivessem fugido do trabalho na hora do almoço para se divertirem um pouquinho...coisas da vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-91310995?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/91310995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/91310995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91310995' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-91152903</id><published>2003-03-21T23:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-21T23:58:28.030Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Coisas da vida&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Sabe quando você está atrasado para um compromisso e a pessoa te liga perguntando se você vai demorar? Você diz que está perto, em tal lugar, quando na verdade ainda vai faltar meia hora? Normal, eu mesma já fiz isso inúmeras vezes.&lt;br /&gt;         Engraçado é ver as pessoas fazerem isso, o que sempre acontece no ônibus. Hoje mesmo um cara do meu lado recebeu um telefonema desses, tinhamos acabado de entrar em São Conrado e ele falou que já estava na Barra. Eu só sorri e olhei pra ele, o mesmo sem graça viu o que tinha feito e me olhou de volta com ar de culpado. Hehehe..coisas da vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-91152903?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/91152903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/91152903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91152903' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-91083077</id><published>2003-03-20T21:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-20T21:51:35.280Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;O Último Dia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor &lt;br /&gt;O que você faria se só te restasse um dia? &lt;br /&gt;Se o mundo fosse acabar &lt;br /&gt;Me diz, o que você faria? &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Ia manter sua agenda &lt;br /&gt;De almoço, hora, apatia? &lt;br /&gt;Ou esperar os seus amigos &lt;br /&gt;Na sua sala vazia? &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;(Refrão) &lt;br /&gt;Meu amor &lt;br /&gt;O que você faria se só te restasse esse dia? &lt;br /&gt;Se o mundo fosse acabar &lt;br /&gt;Me diz, o que você faria? &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Corria prum shopping center &lt;br /&gt;Ou para uma academia? &lt;br /&gt;Pra se esquecer que não dá tempo &lt;br /&gt;Pro tempo que já se perdia &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;(Refrão) &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Andava pelado na chuva? &lt;br /&gt;Corria no meio da rua? &lt;br /&gt;Entrava de roupa no mar? &lt;br /&gt;Trepava sem camisinha? &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Meu amor &lt;br /&gt;O que você faria, heim? &lt;br /&gt;O que você faria? &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Abria a porta do hospício? &lt;br /&gt;Trancava a da delegacia? &lt;br /&gt;Dinamitava o meu carro? &lt;br /&gt;Parava o tráfego e ria?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-91083077?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/91083077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/91083077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91083077' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-90934417</id><published>2003-03-18T17:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-18T17:41:04.606Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Pintura - Cy Twombly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src = "http://www.artriver.com/webgraphics/twombly/CyTwombly.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-90934417?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/90934417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/90934417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90934417' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-90885358</id><published>2003-03-17T23:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-17T23:52:55.450Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Assiste aula de matemática,pensa sobre o que fazer com o relacionamento,joga truco,assiste aula de química,decide se vai ou não até ele,decide ir,briga com ele,fica triste, machuca ele,assinte aula de inglês,toma corneto na chuva,discute relação,fica triste,fica confusa, mais confusa, não sabe mais o que fazer, não sabe mais o que sentir..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P     &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-90885358?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/90885358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/90885358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90885358' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-90616043</id><published>2003-03-12T23:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-12T23:43:46.640Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Teste Inutil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alito.kit.net/teste/loucura.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.alito.kit.net/teste/class/36.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.alito.kit.net/teste/loucura.html"&gt;Você é louco?&lt;/a&gt; por &lt;a href="http://www.alito.kit.net"&gt;Alito&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-90616043?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/90616043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/90616043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90616043' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-90614605</id><published>2003-03-12T23:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-12T23:13:28.293Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Podem voltar a deixar seu comentários, pois &lt;a href="http://utops.blogspot.com"&gt;ele&lt;/a&gt;,com muita boa vontade, arrumou pra mim! Brigadinha,Pedro! Ainda por cima fui citada do &lt;a href="http://utops.blogspot.com"&gt;Utopia Dilicular&lt;/a&gt;!!!Fiquei muito feliz...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-90614605?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/90614605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/90614605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90614605' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-90273079</id><published>2003-03-07T01:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-07T01:42:32.746Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Hoje eu estou serena, taí achei uma palavra para definir como me sinto hj. Nada que o tempo não cure,certo? Errado, o tempo é só uma parte, precisei &lt;a href="http://utops.blogspot.com"&gt;dele&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/norahjones/dontknowwhy.html"&gt;dela&lt;/a&gt; e de outras coisinhas  tb..;)&lt;br /&gt;                É engraçado pensar que aquilo tudo vai acabar e você faz de tudo pra acreditar nessa mentira louca, mas acontece...e agora eu estou aqui sozinha, tudo bem pois me pego sorrindo (e chorando) cada vez que lembro das pequenas coisas. Apesar disso já me sinto um pouquinho mais forte...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-90273079?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/90273079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/90273079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90273079' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-90208617</id><published>2003-03-06T01:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-06T01:27:54.246Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Eu Nunca...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca fiquei grávida.&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca comi jiló. &lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca dormi no cimena.&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca fui operada.&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca fiquei com carinha de internet. &lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca fui pra europa.&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca fui no parque lage. &lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca achei o sentido da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca fui a um enterro. &lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca tive relações homossexuais.&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca sofri tanto como agora.&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca sei o que fazer no fim de semana.&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca gostei de axé.&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca entendi matemática muito bem.&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca fiquei com namorado de amiga.&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca gostei de carnaval.&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca consegui meditar.&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca namorei a distancia. &lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca aceitei a igreja católica.&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca vi elefante rosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-90208617?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/90208617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/90208617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90208617' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-90203013</id><published>2003-03-05T23:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-05T23:35:15.873Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Tá, eu prometo que vou tentar aprar de postar coisas tristes...é muito dificil....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-90203013?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/90203013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/90203013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90203013' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-90142341</id><published>2003-03-05T00:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-05T00:11:53.356Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOTHING COMPARES 2 U&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been seven hours and fifteen days&lt;br /&gt;Since u took your love away&lt;br /&gt;I go out every night and sleep all day&lt;br /&gt;Since u took your love away&lt;br /&gt;Since u been gone I can do whatever I want&lt;br /&gt;I can see whomever I choose&lt;br /&gt;I can eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant&lt;br /&gt;But nothing&lt;br /&gt;I said nothing can take away these blues&lt;br /&gt;`Cause nothing compares&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares 2 u&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;It's been so lonely without u here&lt;br /&gt;Like a bird without a song&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can stop these lonely tears from falling&lt;br /&gt;Tell me baby where did I go wrong&lt;br /&gt;I could put my arms around every boy I see&lt;br /&gt;But they'd only remind me of you&lt;br /&gt;I went to the doctor n'guess what he told me&lt;br /&gt;Guess what he told me&lt;br /&gt;He said girl u better try to have fun&lt;br /&gt;No matter what u do&lt;br /&gt;But he's a fool&lt;br /&gt;`Cause nothing compares&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares 2 u&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;All the flowers that u planted, mama&lt;br /&gt;In the back yard&lt;br /&gt;All died when u went away&lt;br /&gt;I know that living with u baby was sometimes hard&lt;br /&gt;But I'm willing to give it another try&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares 2 u&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares 2 u&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares 2 u &lt;/center&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-90142341?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/90142341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/90142341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90142341' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-89930618</id><published>2003-03-01T00:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-01T00:49:57.623Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;center&gt;  " É mais fácil contar com alguém do que saber que contam conosco.Se não podemos amar igual, então que o meu amor seja maior."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-89930618?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/89930618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/89930618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89930618' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-89791117</id><published>2003-02-26T20:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-02-26T20:04:38.840Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;" Até outra vida quando formos ambos gatos..."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-89791117?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/89791117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/89791117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89791117' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-89732335</id><published>2003-02-25T21:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-02-25T21:00:53.106Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size ="4"&gt;Eu Preciso dizer que Te Amo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Quando a gente conversa &lt;br /&gt;Contando casos, besteiras &lt;br /&gt;Tanta coisa em comum &lt;br /&gt;Deixando escapar segredos &lt;br /&gt;E eu não sei que hora dizer &lt;br /&gt;Me dá um medo, que medo &lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso dizer que eu te amo &lt;br /&gt;Te ganhar ou perder sem engano &lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso dizer que eu te amo &lt;br /&gt;Tanto &lt;br /&gt;E até o tempo passa arrastado &lt;br /&gt;Só p'reu ficar do teu lado &lt;br /&gt;Você me chora dores de outro amor &lt;br /&gt;Se abre e acaba comigo &lt;br /&gt;E nessa novela eu não quero &lt;br /&gt;Ser seu amigo &lt;br /&gt;É que eu preciso dizer que eu te amo &lt;br /&gt;Te ganhar ou perder sem engano &lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso dizer que eu te amo, tanto &lt;br /&gt;Eu já nem sei se eu tô misturando &lt;br /&gt;Eu perco o sono &lt;br /&gt;Lembrando cada gesto (riso) teu &lt;br /&gt;Qualquer bandeira &lt;br /&gt;Fechando e abrindo a geladeira &lt;br /&gt;A noite inteira &lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso dizer que eu te amo &lt;br /&gt;Te ganhar ou perder sem engano &lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso dizer que eu te amo, tanto&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-89732335?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/89732335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/89732335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89732335' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-89721074</id><published>2003-02-25T17:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-02-25T17:25:34.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;A dor do primeiro Amor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Eu não consigo comer, não consigo dormir, nem escutar música nem ver tv...Eu não consigo fazer nada!! Ahhh! Eu consigo chorar, sim, isso eu consigo. Sou capaz também de ficar lembrando das coisas duras que ele me disse e que está tudo acabado!!!!&lt;br /&gt;      Buáááááá........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-89721074?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/89721074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/89721074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89721074' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-89666001</id><published>2003-02-24T21:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-02-24T21:26:02.110Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;Separação&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voltou-se e mirou-a como se fosse pela última vez, como quem repete um gesto imemorialmente irremediável.No íntimo, preferia não tê-lo feito; mas ao chegar à porta sentiu que nada poderia evitar a reincidência daquela cena tantas vezes contada na história de amor, que é a história do mundo.Ela o olhava com um olhar intenso, onde existia uma incompreensão e um anelo, como a pedir-lhe, ao mesmo tempo, que não fosse e que não deixasse de ir, por isso que era tudo impossível entre eles.&lt;br /&gt;Viu-a assim por um lapso, em sua beleza morena, real mas já se distanciando na penumbra ambiente que era para ele como a luz a memória. Quis emprestar tom natural ao olhar que lhe dava, mas em vão, pois sentia todo o ser evaporar-se em direção a ela.Mais tarde lembrar-se-ia não recordar nenhuma cor naquele instante de separação, apesar da lâmpada rosa que sabia estar acesa.Lembrar-se-ia haver-se dito que a ausência de cores é completa em todos os instantes de separação.&lt;br /&gt;Seus olhares fulguraram por um instante um contra o outro, depois se acariciaram ternamente e, finalmente, se disseram que não havia nada a fazer.Disse-lhe adeus com doçura, virou-se e cerrou, de golpe, a porta sobre si mesmo numa tentativa de secionar aqueles dois mundos que eram ele e ela. Mas o brusco movimento de fechar prendera-lhe entre as folhas de madeira o espesso da vida, e ele ficou retido, sem se poder mover do lugar, sentindo o pranto formar-se muito longe em seu íntimo e subir em busca de espaço, como um rio que nasce.&lt;br /&gt;Fechou os olhos, tentando adiar-se à agonia do momento, mas o fato de sabê-la ali ao lado, e dele separada por imperativos categóricos de suas vidas, não lhe dava forças para desprender-se dela.Sabia que era aquela a sua amada, por quem esperara desde sempre e que por muitos anos buscara em cada mulher, na mais terrível e dolorosa busca.Sabia, também, que o primeiro passo que desse colocaria em movimento a sua máquina de viver e ele teria, mesmo como um autômato, de sair, andar, fazer coisas, distanciar-se dela cada vez mais, cada vez mais.E no entanto ali estava, a poucos passos, sua forma feminina que não era nenhuma outra forma feminina, mas a dela, a mulher amada, aquela que ele abençoara com os seus beijos e agasalhara nos instantes do amor de seus corpos.Tentou imaginá-la em sua dolorosa mudez, já envolta em seu espaço próprio, perdida em suas cogitações próprias - um ser desligado dele pelo limite existente entre todas as coisas criadas.&lt;br /&gt;De súbito, sentindo que ia explodir em lágrimas, correu para a rua e põs-se a andar sem saber para onde…&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;i&gt;Vinicius de Moraes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-89666001?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/89666001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/89666001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89666001' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-89662665</id><published>2003-02-24T20:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-02-24T20:25:24.903Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;center&gt;"Apenas quis dizer honestamente às pessoas: Olhem para vós próprios e vejam como as vossas vidas são tristes e enfadonhas..."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-89662665?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/89662665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/89662665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89662665' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-89454996</id><published>2003-02-20T21:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-02-20T21:20:18.183Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;OVER&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Portishead&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't hold this day&lt;br /&gt;Anymore&lt;br /&gt;Understand me&lt;br /&gt;Anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tread this fantasy, openly&lt;br /&gt;What have I done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh this uncertainty, is taking me over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't mould this stage&lt;br /&gt;Anymore&lt;br /&gt;Recognise me&lt;br /&gt;Anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tread this fantasy, openly&lt;br /&gt;What have I done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh this uncertainty, is taking me over&lt;br /&gt;is taking me over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tread this fantasy, openly&lt;br /&gt;What have I done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh this uncertainty, is taking me over&lt;br /&gt;is taking me over&lt;br /&gt;is taking me over&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-89454996?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/89454996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/89454996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89454996' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-89391350</id><published>2003-02-19T22:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-02-19T22:26:05.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>         &lt;center&gt; &lt;img width="150" heigth="181" src="http://www.seashellsuites.com/por%20do%20sol.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Depois da tempestade&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois da tempestade vem o sol... &lt;br /&gt;Recomeco... &lt;br /&gt;Deixar o passado... &lt;br /&gt;Viver o presente &lt;br /&gt;Depois da tempestade vem o sol... &lt;br /&gt;So ele nos ajudara &lt;br /&gt;A esquecer os estragos &lt;br /&gt;Que a tempestade fez &lt;br /&gt;Estragos materiais? &lt;br /&gt;Que nada... &lt;br /&gt;Estragos sentimentais &lt;br /&gt;Mas depois da tempestade vem o sol... &lt;br /&gt;E ele ha de iluminar &lt;br /&gt;Pois o sol brilha para todos &lt;br /&gt;A menos que voce feche as janelas... &lt;br /&gt;Ou perca as esperancas... &lt;br /&gt;A tempestade passa... &lt;br /&gt;Mas o Sol nao, &lt;br /&gt;ele nunca se apaga &lt;br /&gt;So muda de casa... &lt;br /&gt;Mas continua ali, &lt;br /&gt;mesmo nao aparecendo &lt;br /&gt;Esta ali para tudo que precisarmos &lt;br /&gt;Por isso &lt;br /&gt;A tempestade nao me abala &lt;br /&gt;Porque, depois da tempestade vem o Sol...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-89391350?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/89391350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/89391350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89391350' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-89324209</id><published>2003-02-18T20:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-02-18T20:10:57.800Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src ="http://www.leao.org.br/menu/grito.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-89324209?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/89324209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/89324209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89324209' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-89260047</id><published>2003-02-17T20:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-02-17T20:58:52.056Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Informe : estou doentinha e abandonada.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-89260047?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/89260047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/89260047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89260047' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-88923030</id><published>2003-02-11T18:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-02-11T18:08:32.410Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Não pensem besteira.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt; I TOUCH MYSELF&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I love myself I want you to love me&lt;br /&gt;When I feel down I want you above me&lt;br /&gt;I search myself I want you to find me&lt;br /&gt;I forget myself I want you to remind me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want anybody else&lt;br /&gt;When I think about you I touch myself&lt;br /&gt;Ooh I don't want anybody else&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, oh no, oh no &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the one who makes me come running&lt;br /&gt;You're the sun who makes me shine&lt;br /&gt;When you're around I'm always laughing&lt;br /&gt;I want to make you mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes And see you before me&lt;br /&gt;Think I would die If you were to ignore me&lt;br /&gt;A fool could see Just how much I adore you&lt;br /&gt;I get down on my knees I do anything for you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want anybody else&lt;br /&gt;When I think about you I touch myself&lt;br /&gt;Ooh I don't want anybody else&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, oh no, oh no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you I don't want anybody else&lt;br /&gt;And when I think about you I touch myself&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, ooh, oo, oo ahh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want anybody else When I think about you&lt;br /&gt;I touch myself Ooh I don't want anybody else&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, oh no, oh no&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-88923030?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/88923030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/88923030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88923030' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-88873951</id><published>2003-02-10T22:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-02-10T22:21:31.823Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Hummm...amanhã eu posto........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-88873951?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/88873951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/88873951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88873951' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-88710959</id><published>2003-02-07T16:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-02-07T16:18:38.006Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Calendário da Paz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;center&gt;  Kin 210 PV &lt;br /&gt;Cachorro Lunaro Branco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polarizo com o fim de amar&lt;br /&gt;Estabilizando a lealdade&lt;br /&gt;Selo o processo do coração&lt;br /&gt;Com o tom lunar do desafio&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou guiado pelo poder do espírito&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-88710959?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/88710959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/88710959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88710959' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-88668235</id><published>2003-02-06T21:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-02-06T21:36:11.883Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 Putz como eu odeio o calor!!!! Quem me conhece sabe que eu amo o inverno, amo chuva, amo frio, amo dias nublados, ou seja, esse calorao de 45 graus que esta fazendo no Rio de Janeiro me icomoda tremendamente!!! Nem se refrescar da, hj na tentadiva disso me deparei com agua morna saindo da torneira de agua fria..arghhhh.....Por favor superiores, mandem uma chuvinha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-88668235?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/88668235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/88668235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88668235' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-88549383</id><published>2003-02-04T21:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-02-04T21:01:14.276Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Férias&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             É, minhas férias finalmente acabaram. Estou há mais de uma semana reclamando e querendo logo voltar pra escola, mas hoje, sei lá, não deu vontade, acho que as coisas são assim mesmo a gente só quer quando não tem depois tudo fica chato...&lt;br /&gt;             Só sei que fiquei inquieta e resolvi me entupir de brigadeiro e foi isso que eu fiz, agora estou bem melhor, é impressionante as maravilhas do cacau...heheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-88549383?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/88549383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/88549383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88549383' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-88492048</id><published>2003-02-03T21:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-02-03T21:31:52.073Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src ="http://www1.folha.uol.com.br/folha/almanaque/images/spfw02_16_ellus22.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;center&gt; Mas é claro que eu usaria essa roupa...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-88492048?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/88492048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/88492048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88492048' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-88482753</id><published>2003-02-03T18:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-02-03T18:20:48.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> &lt;b&gt;Eu já...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu já matei aula.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já levei 18 pontos na perna.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já sai escondido.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já repeti de ano.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já tomei nescau vencido.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já fui atropelada.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já fiz roupa de saco plástico.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já tive piolho.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já fui para piscina só pq estava chovendo. &lt;br /&gt;Eu já levei cantada de professor. &lt;br /&gt;Eu já fui campeã brasileira de ginástica olímpica. &lt;br /&gt;Eu já usei óculos.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já fui pro terapeuta.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já me apaixonei.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já pensei em me matar.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já beijei mais de um em uma noite.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já fiquei bêbada.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já comprei cds que mal ouvi.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já desmaiei.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já fui para NY.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já li Shakespeare.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já mandei uma pessoa se fuder.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já briguei com minha irmã por causa da batata-frita.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já varei noites só pra ver amanhecer.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já quis engordar 10kg só pra poder doar sangue.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já chorei de saudade e ainda choro.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já comi jacaré.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já tentei ser magrela.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já pensei em mudar de cidade.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já fui assaltada.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já fiz teatro.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já usei drogas.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já achei que estava certa quando estava errada.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já fiz a brincadeira do compasso.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já menti.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já quis fazer parte de outra família.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já quis ser médica e astronauta.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já tive problemas sérios no joelho.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já falei besteira e depois me arrependi.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já dormi 15 horas seguidas.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já morri de ciúmes.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já cansei.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já tirei zero em uma prova.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já tive depressão.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já achei que nunca ia ficar bem, mas fiquei.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já fingi estar doente.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já perdi amizades por besteira.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já escrevi carta de amor.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já achei que nunca ia me recuperar da dor de ver alguém ir embora.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já amei músicas que hoje eu odeio.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já fui de Petropólis até Teresópolis andando pelas montanhas.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já beijei na sala da escola.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já chorei por crescer.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já perdi perdão.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já me perdoei.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já tive vergonha.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já tive 2 dalmatas.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já tive um gato preto.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já tive catapora e cachumba.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já chorei no cinema.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já liguei a tv só pra dormir.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já passei um dia comendo só chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já fiquei um dia sem tomar banho.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já pensei muito no sentido da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já usei aparelho.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já fiz curso de mergulho.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já perdi aposta.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já ganhei no bingo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já fiquei 20 horas sem comer absolutamente nada.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já cortei meu próprio cabelo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já liguei só pra dizer que amava a pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-88482753?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/88482753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/88482753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88482753' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-88449086</id><published>2003-02-03T02:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-02-03T17:03:55.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Laranja Mecânica&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src ="http://www.clockworkorange.com/graphics/Poster_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem comentários...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-88449086?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/88449086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/88449086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88449086' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-88357051</id><published>2003-02-01T01:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-02-01T01:57:44.966Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  Nossa,como jogar&lt;b&gt; Ultima Online&lt;/b&gt; eh bom!!!!! To viciada, jogo toda hora.......   Eh muito legal, ainda mais porque eu ganho um monte de coisas, ja tenho 2 instrumentos, 3 roupas diferentes, ja fui colher cenoura........muito legal......&lt;br /&gt;                   Depois eu posto mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P        &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-88357051?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/88357051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/88357051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88357051' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-88241164</id><published>2003-01-30T01:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-30T01:58:15.743Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  Se alguem algum dia quiser me dar um presente, eu ficaria muito feliz de ganhar os "livros" do Estranhos no Paraiso.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-88241164?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/88241164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/88241164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88241164' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-88241072</id><published>2003-01-30T01:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-30T01:57:16.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Estranhos no Paraiso&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src = "http://www.strangersinparadise.com/images/issues/volume03issue55.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;All of My Life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my life I was waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;How is it we never met?&lt;br /&gt;Here in the latter days time on my own&lt;br /&gt;I find too much to regret.&lt;br /&gt;All of the time I spend thinking of you;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to say but I call.&lt;br /&gt;Over and over it plays on my mind&lt;br /&gt;How come you come and you go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it happening only to me?&lt;br /&gt;Now after all of the time we spent&lt;br /&gt;I was careless and made a slip.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly your love is too much to lose.&lt;br /&gt;Now I've fallen in love with you&lt;br /&gt;Were you waiting for my heart to break?&lt;br /&gt;Though I've fallen in love with you&lt;br /&gt;I have fallen in love too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©1997 Terry Moore&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-88241072?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/88241072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/88241072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88241072' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-88232249</id><published>2003-01-29T22:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-29T23:00:05.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;Fallin'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep on fallin'&lt;br /&gt;In and out of love&lt;br /&gt;With you&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I love ya&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you make me blue&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel good&lt;br /&gt;At times I feel used&lt;br /&gt;Lovin you darlin'&lt;br /&gt;Makes me so confused &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep on&lt;br /&gt;Fallin'&lt;br /&gt;In and out of love with you&lt;br /&gt;I never loved someone&lt;br /&gt;The way that I love you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, I never felt this way&lt;br /&gt;How do you give me so much pleasure&lt;br /&gt;And cause me so much pain?&lt;br /&gt;Just when I think&lt;br /&gt;I've taken more than would a fool&lt;br /&gt;I start fallin' back in love with you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep on&lt;br /&gt;Fallin'&lt;br /&gt;In and out of love with you&lt;br /&gt;I never loved someone&lt;br /&gt;The way that I love you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, baby&lt;br /&gt;I, I, I, I’m fallin'&lt;br /&gt;I, I, I, I’m fallin'&lt;br /&gt;Fall &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep on&lt;br /&gt;Fallin'&lt;br /&gt;In and out of love with you&lt;br /&gt;I never loved someone&lt;br /&gt;The way that I love you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fallin&lt;br /&gt;In and out of love with you&lt;br /&gt;I never loved someone&lt;br /&gt;The way that I love you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color ="black"&gt; Eu te AMO!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-88232249?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/88232249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/88232249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88232249' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-88227737</id><published>2003-01-29T21:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-29T21:31:02.576Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  Nossa muitas coisas aconteceram nesses ultimos 3 dias. Primeiro eu fui atropelada por uma moto, tudo bem que depois fui medicada por um atencioso namorado, mas o acidente nao foi tao simples nao, estou com varios ralados e com o quadril completamente roxo.&lt;br /&gt;                   Joguei muito counter-strike e battlefield, vi Scrubs e comi cheddar com o namorado, foi muito bom, mas ele ja ta indo embora de novo...o que eh uma droga, mas eu aguento ate o dia 5, pelo menos eu acho que aguento....;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-88227737?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/88227737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/88227737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88227737' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-88074979</id><published>2003-01-27T03:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-27T03:33:45.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               As vezes eu olho pra tras e vejo como o tempo passou rapido, vejo que aquela menininha que esperava a mae voltar do trabalho com a esperanca de ganhar algum mimo ja nao faz o mesmo, pelo contrario, agora eh mae que espera aflita por um carinho; e essa eh so uma pequena prova de que eu estou crescendo.&lt;br /&gt;              O susto aumentou junto com as responsabilidades e com as decisoes tao importantes que comecei a tomar para guiar a minha vida.E foi no meio de toda essa confusao que eu descobri que estava tudo errado, que eu ainda era aquela menininha desprotegida.Descobri que na verdade eu nao sabia nada,eu nao podia saber nada pelo simples fato de eu nao ter conhecido o amor. So amando a gente eh capaz de perceber o quanto somos pequenos e inseguinificantes no mundo e o quanto ainda tempos pra aprender.&lt;br /&gt;               Foi exatamente isso que eu senti quando me descobri amando.Era como se tivesse tivesse acabado de nascer, todas aquelas sensacoes coflitantes dentro de mim e eu nao precisava gritar para o mundo que eu amava, era completamente visivel, o amor estava no meu corpo, no meu cabelo, nos meus olhos. Eu estava Feliz!&lt;br /&gt;              Comecei a me pegar sorrindo pro vazio e chegando ate a vomitar cada vez que o amado ia para longe de mim. Aquele sentimento de que nada era suficiente cresceu em mim e eu fui querendo cada vez mais e parecia que o meu coracao ia explodir.Descobri que era muito facil ser feliz e estar triste ao mesmo tempo e que o amor nos faz ficarmos mimados demais, nemhuma vitima dele fica satisfeita com o que eh proporcionado, isso tudo porque o amor faz a gente sofrer bastante mas ele eh &lt;b&gt;muito&lt;/b&gt; bom (!) e quem o conhece uma vez se perde para sempre nele.&lt;br /&gt;               Alem de tudo ele eh traicoeiro, quando voce menos esperar ela vai puxar o seu tapete e te jogar la no fundo do poco, e voce desesperado vai chorar e lamentar pelo amado perdido e eh ai que a nossa estrela principal vem nos resgatar, vc com um certo receio tenta relutar mas eh impossivel com um rival tao sedutor e eh exatamente isso que ele faz, ele seduz as pessoas.Bingo! La esta voce amando de novo e o ciclo todo recomeca.&lt;br /&gt;               Nao seja tolo achando que so amara uma unica pessoa, eu sei que quando voce esta no auge do seu amor eh dificil de acreditar mas a vida eh assim.&lt;br /&gt;                  Hoje eu estou amando e amando muito e vou aproveitar esse tempo bom antes que a tempestade comece a me molhar,eu sei que ela vira e por mais dolorosa que ela seja eu vou poder com orgulho falar que um dia eu amei desesperadamente alguem como voce! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-88074979?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/88074979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/88074979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88074979' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-88062754</id><published>2003-01-26T21:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-02-25T20:58:42.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>  &lt;br /&gt;          &lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu Preciso dizer que Te Amo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Quando a gente conversa &lt;br /&gt;Contando casos, besteiras &lt;br /&gt;Tanta coisa em comum &lt;br /&gt;Deixando escapar segredos &lt;br /&gt;E eu não sei que hora dizer &lt;br /&gt;Me dá um medo, que medo &lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso dizer que eu te amo &lt;br /&gt;Te ganhar ou perder sem engano &lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso dizer que eu te amo &lt;br /&gt;Tanto &lt;br /&gt;E até o tempo passa arrastado &lt;br /&gt;Só p'reu ficar do teu lado &lt;br /&gt;Você me chora dores de outro amor &lt;br /&gt;Se abre e acaba comigo &lt;br /&gt;E nessa novela eu não quero &lt;br /&gt;Ser seu amigo &lt;br /&gt;É que eu preciso dizer que eu te amo &lt;br /&gt;Te ganhar ou perder sem engano &lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso dizer que eu te amo, tanto &lt;br /&gt;Eu já nem sei se eu tô misturando &lt;br /&gt;Eu perco o sono &lt;br /&gt;Lembrando cada gesto (riso) teu &lt;br /&gt;Qualquer bandeira &lt;br /&gt;Fechando e abrindo a geladeira &lt;br /&gt;A noite inteira &lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso dizer que eu te amo &lt;br /&gt;Te ganhar ou perder sem engano &lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso dizer que eu te amo, tanto&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-88062754?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/88062754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/88062754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88062754' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-88061123</id><published>2003-01-26T21:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-26T21:57:21.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>         Nao posso deixar de postar o terrivel acontecimento de hoje....sim as 23:00hs na MTV voce podera ver &lt;b&gt;Jackass&lt;/b&gt;, o programa mais imbecil e sem graca do mundo!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;        O pior eh que vai sair o filme dessa nojeira. O mundo nao tem mais jeito mesmo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;center&gt; &lt;img width="118" heigth="175"src = "http://ffmedia.ign.com/filmforce/image/jackass-themovie_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-88061123?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/88061123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/88061123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88061123' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-88048775</id><published>2003-01-26T15:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-26T15:32:57.106Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Eu sei que a letra dessa musica eh grande, mas leiam!!!!!!! Belle and Sebastian eh muito bom!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;If You're Feeling Sinister&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Anthony walked to his death because he thought he'd never feel this way again&lt;br /&gt;If he goes back to the house then things would go from bad to worse, what could he do?&lt;br /&gt;He wants to remember things exactly as he left them on that Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;And if there is something else beyond, he isn't scared because&lt;br /&gt;It's bound to be less boring than today&lt;br /&gt;It's bound to be less boring than tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilary walked to her death because she couldn't think of anything to say&lt;br /&gt;Everybody thought that she was boring, so they never listened anyway&lt;br /&gt;Nobody was really saying anything of interest, she fell asleep&lt;br /&gt;She was into S&amp;M and bible studies&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone's cup of tea she would admit to me&lt;br /&gt;Her cup of tea, she would admit to no one&lt;br /&gt;Her cup of tea, she would admit to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh but her cup of tea, she would admit to no one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilary went to the Catholic Church because she wanted information&lt;br /&gt;The vicar, or whatever, took her to one side and gave her confirmation&lt;br /&gt;Saint Theresa's calling her, the church up on the hill is looking lovely&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't interest, the only things she wants to know is&lt;br /&gt;How and why and when and where to go&lt;br /&gt;How and why and when and where to follow&lt;br /&gt;How and why and when and where to go&lt;br /&gt;How and why and when and where to follow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you are feeling sinister&lt;br /&gt;Go off and see a minister&lt;br /&gt;He'll try in vain to take away the pain of being a hopeless unbeliever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she got back, her spirituality was thrown into confusion&lt;br /&gt;So she got a special deal on renting&lt;br /&gt;From the man at Rediffusion&lt;br /&gt;"Look at me! I'm on TV&lt;br /&gt;It makes up for the shortcomings of being poor&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm in a million pieces", picked up for deliberation&lt;br /&gt;By the people listening at home&lt;br /&gt;By the people watching on the telly&lt;br /&gt;By the people listening at home&lt;br /&gt;By the people watching on the telly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you are feeling sinister&lt;br /&gt;Go off and see a minister&lt;br /&gt;Chances are you'll probably feel better&lt;br /&gt;If you stayed and played with yourself&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-88048775?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/88048775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/88048775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88048775' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-88047387</id><published>2003-01-26T14:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-26T14:44:33.426Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/rosiekins/quizzes/Which%20Personality%20Disorder%20Do%20You%20Have%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/1033888926_ffschizoid.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Personality Disorder Do You Have?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-88047387?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/88047387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/88047387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88047387' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-88046477</id><published>2003-01-26T14:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-26T14:10:32.323Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             AHA!!!!!!!!! Finalmente eu tenho um computador de novo....agora o meu problema eh so com os meus comentarios que nao estao funcionando, sera que alguem podia me ajudar???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-88046477?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/88046477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/88046477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88046477' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-87850251</id><published>2003-01-22T17:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-22T17:45:55.550Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Depois de passar o fim de semana da casa do &lt;a href="http://bookofshadows.blogspot.com"&gt;Fi&lt;/a&gt;, que por sinal foi muito bom!!!, recebi a triste noticia que o meu computador esta quebrado!!!!&lt;br /&gt;     Entao vou ter que esperar a boa vontade do meu pai para eu voltar ao mundo da net, espero que seja nesse proximo fim de semana, mas quem vai saber....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-87850251?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/87850251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/87850251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87850251' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-87619478</id><published>2003-01-18T02:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-18T02:09:05.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;       A falta do que fazer me fez assistir "Segundas Intenções" &lt;b&gt;dublado&lt;/b&gt;(!) na TNT, mas eu nem me importei muito porque eu adoro esse filme e a sua trilha sonora.&lt;br /&gt;      Pra que se interessar as melhores são : &lt;i&gt;Every me and every you&lt;/i&gt; - Placebo e &lt;i&gt;Bittersweet Symphany&lt;/i&gt; - The Verve Pipe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src ="http://www.adorocinema.com/filmes/segundas-intencoes/segundas-intencoes-poster02t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-87619478?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/87619478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/87619478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87619478' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-87613470</id><published>2003-01-17T23:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-17T23:21:21.796Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;center&gt;E você é... Sarah! &lt;br /&gt;Você é um exemplo de bruxa a seguir! &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;img src="http://www.stellapausini.hpg.com.br/sarah.gif"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/papa_capimm/thecraft/quiz.html"&gt;Quem você é em "Jovens Bruxas"??&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-87613470?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/87613470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/87613470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87613470' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-87552398</id><published>2003-01-16T21:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-16T21:13:17.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;        Cardápio de hoje :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        10:30 - uma caneca de nescau&lt;br /&gt;        17:30 - um corneto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Sim, isso foi tudo o que eu comi hj.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-87552398?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/87552398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/87552398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87552398' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-87551326</id><published>2003-01-16T20:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-16T21:12:46.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;            Hoje foi um dos dias mais legai das férias inteiras!!!!!! Fui pra casa do &lt;a href="http://bookofshadows.blogspot.com"&gt;Fi&lt;/a&gt;, depois a gente foi na papelaria e fomos pro Jardim Botânico desenhar e conversar e dar beijinho...&lt;br /&gt;            Acabamos jogando "Stop" e pela primeira vez&lt;b&gt; eu ganhei!!!&lt;/b&gt;, isso é inacreditável pq o Felipe ganha em todos os jogos....&lt;br /&gt;            O mais engraçado foi quando chegamos na letra C na categoria (gostou,ne?) Programs de televisão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Fi:&lt;i&gt; Com você&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Eu: hihihi o que é isso,Fi??&lt;br /&gt;           Fi:&lt;i&gt;É o programa da Ana Maria Braga,ta?&lt;/i&gt;    (com um ar de sabe tudo )&lt;br /&gt;           Eu: (depois de uma hora e meia rindo) É MAIS você....&lt;br /&gt;           Fi:&lt;i&gt;droga!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   Quem sabe na próxima você consegue,Fi.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-87551326?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/87551326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/87551326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87551326' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-87503437</id><published>2003-01-16T00:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-16T00:11:11.236Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt; Joey&lt;/b&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Concrete Blonde&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey, baby - don't get crazy&lt;br /&gt;Detours. Fences... I get defensive&lt;br /&gt;I know you've heard it all before -&lt;br /&gt;so I don't say it anymore&lt;br /&gt;I just stand by and watch you&lt;br /&gt;fight your secret war.&lt;br /&gt;Although I used to wonder why -&lt;br /&gt;I used to cry till I was dry.&lt;br /&gt;Still sometimes I get a strange pain&lt;br /&gt;inside&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Joey, if you're hurting so am I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey, honey - I got some money&lt;br /&gt;All is forgiven. Listen, listen&lt;br /&gt;And if I seem to be confused&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;And when you said I scared you,&lt;br /&gt;well I guess you scared me too.&lt;br /&gt;But we got lucky once before&lt;br /&gt;And if you're somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;passed out on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Joey, I'm not angry anymore.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-87503437?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/87503437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/87503437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87503437' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-87500233</id><published>2003-01-15T23:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-15T23:01:33.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;center&gt;   &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/classifuck/quizzes/Which%20Bettie%20Page%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/1033383790_oplingerie.gif" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Bettie Page Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;You're Lingerie Bettie...look at you, you sexy thang, your a little dark and maybe a little depressed deep down. maybe you've been caught a few times posing in front of that mirror of your's.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-87500233?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/87500233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/87500233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87500233' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-87484672</id><published>2003-01-15T17:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-15T17:42:12.866Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;      Nossa que absurdo....!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Jovem Croata Dá à Luz Gémeos de Pais Diferentes &lt;br /&gt;Terça-feira, 14 de Janeiro de 2003 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma estudante de Zagrev deu à luz dois gémeos que os testes de ADN comprovaram ser filhos de pais diferentes, avançou ontem um jornal croata. A jovem mãe explicou que os bebés, que nasceram de sete meses, foram concebidos durante uma festa regada com "muito vinho". Depois do nascimento, o suposto pai submeteu-se aos testes de paternidade, mas os resultados obtidos revelaram que apenas um dos gémeos era seu filho. Uma especialista explicou ao diário local que os bebés são provenientes de dois óvulos distintos, que foram fecundados através do esperma de dois homens diferentes. A médica adiantou ainda que estes casos são muito raros e que as publicações da especialidade relatam apenas uma dezena de ocorrências semelhantes. Os dois pais aceitaram dar uma pensão de alimentos a cada um dos filhos. Apesar disso, apenas um visita regularmente a família, uma vez que o outro recusou manter qualquer contacto com a mãe e com o bebé. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-87484672?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/87484672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/87484672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87484672' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-87432481</id><published>2003-01-14T19:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-14T19:57:54.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Miró&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img width="250" heigth="187"src = "http://www.jornalgoodnews.hpg.ig.com.br/galeria/gravuras/Miro_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-87432481?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/87432481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/87432481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87432481' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-87374541</id><published>2003-01-13T22:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-13T22:31:58.130Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Eu tenho acho que ja fiz esse teste mas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font face="arial"&gt;i am&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://mypage.bluewindow.ch/sillyquiz/perf/copulator.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mypage.bluewindow.ch/sillyquiz/perf/copulator.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://mypage.bluewindow.ch/sillyquiz/"&gt;what sexual performer are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you like sex. in a way you think there's more to it than merely breeding and propagating, you add romance to it. you like to have relationships, no matter how they end. you lead quite a life beyond drinking latte and hating your work. you have fun with friends, read and watch films quite a lot. you have no intention of being single for life and you find careers out of an endless string of deadend jobs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you like to give and receive pleasure and you do it quite well. you are quite intimate with partners. sex is always satisfying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oral sex? you definitely know how to give one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sexual positions? you acquired some from here and there.  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-87374541?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/87374541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/87374541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87374541' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-87373819</id><published>2003-01-13T22:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-13T22:16:37.863Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;O Senhor dos Aneis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Para os maniacos, achei na net uma parte do filme que ninguem nunca viu : &lt;a href="http://tlf.cx/lotr-spoof.wmv"&gt;veja você também!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-87373819?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/87373819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/87373819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87373819' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-87373628</id><published>2003-01-13T22:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-13T22:13:10.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Jogo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Um joguinho muito engracado que o meu pai achou na net.É uma corrida de bundas, ganha a que peidar mais e você faz a sua aposta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Pra quem quiser : &lt;a href="http://http://tlf.cx/arserace.swf"&gt;Clique aqui para jogar!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-87373628?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/87373628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/87373628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87373628' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-87140533</id><published>2003-01-09T01:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-09T01:28:15.543Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Olha o que eu bem ganhei de Natal hoje : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src ="http://www.riototal.com.br/coojornal/lancamento35.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   brigadinha,&lt;a href="http://bookofshadows.bogspot.com"&gt;Fi&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-87140533?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/87140533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/87140533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#87140533' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-87109740</id><published>2003-01-08T12:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-08T13:24:23.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>          Plagiado &lt;a href="http://bookofshadows.blogspot.com"&gt;dele&lt;/a&gt; : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;center&gt;" Nada tem mais gosto de rejeição do que o telefone ocupado.&lt;br /&gt;Nada tem gosto mais amargo do que a angústia da solidão involuntária.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, raiva... minha temperatura sobe a ponto de querer rasgar-me a pele,&lt;br /&gt;e por um momento pouco sensato eu quase concordo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer fim é melhor que dúvida imbecil tão recorrente. &lt;br /&gt;Por que essa mania de ligar pra quem não gosta de mim?&lt;br /&gt;Por que tamanha incerteza? Será que é tudo culpa minha?&lt;br /&gt;é sempre culpa minha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É culpa da minha mania de botar a culpa nos outros&lt;br /&gt;sim, é por causa da minha dependência de uma palavra de carinho...&lt;br /&gt;é minha culpa não saber pedir nem dar um forte abraço...&lt;br /&gt;Desculpas." &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"Sabe o que é uma borboleta? Tipo com asinhas de veludo que fazem cocegas? Então, é como se meu peito se explodisse em 1000 borboletas. &lt;br /&gt;No começo é muito bom, é quase um êxtase, um formigamento gostoso e incessante e isso vai crescendo num prazer que começa a incomodar... elas começam a bater as asas com tanta força que mal dá pra respirar e em breve vc sente que a cada inspiração elas se irritam mais, elas querem sair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E de repente elas são como milhões de lâminas agitadas tentando abrir caminho, causando feridas e feridas, em todas as direções. Feridas que se curam com a mesma rapidez que são criadas... não que isso diminua a dor que elas causam..."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-87109740?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/87109740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/87109740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#87109740' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-87088082</id><published>2003-01-08T01:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-08T01:41:14.173Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Eu não consigo mais ver televisão! A qualquer hora do dia está passando algum programa que a gente viu junto e eu tenho que acordar sozinha e passar o dia inteiro com o medo de que tudo vai acabar.&lt;br /&gt;           Toda a segurança que eu tinha conquistado foi pro ralo, eu voltei a ser aquela chata insegura de sempre, aquela que está estragando tudo o que ela mais ama...&lt;br /&gt;         Que saco! Eu odeio isso, eu odeio não saber fazer as coisas direito e eu odeio tudo o que está acontecendo e eu não te odeio; eu ME odeio!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;          Me ajuda a me ajudar......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-87088082?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/87088082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/87088082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#87088082' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-87019851</id><published>2003-01-06T19:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-06T19:52:55.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;             Não vou postar sobre o que aconteceu e deixou de acontecer no meu fim de ano, não vou perder esse tempo.Só vou dizer que eu aprendi muita coisa, ou melhor, que eu percebi muita coisa, coisas que estavam na minha frente o tempo todo e eu não queria enxergar...&lt;br /&gt;              Percebi que eu to sozinha outra vez, que novamente eu sou aquela menininha frágil precisando de alguem.Tudo isso que aconteceu na minha vida nesse ano que passou foi muito importante, mas eu continuo me sentindo vazia e sozinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;center&gt;  &lt;i&gt; "Who oo am I, what and why &lt;br /&gt;Cos all I have left is my memories of yesterday &lt;br /&gt;Ohh these sour times &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cos nobody loves me &lt;br /&gt;Its true"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-87019851?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/87019851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/87019851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#87019851' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-87019399</id><published>2003-01-06T19:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-06T19:38:34.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;center&gt;     &lt;i&gt; Sour Times&lt;/i&gt; - &lt;b&gt; Portishead&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To pretend no one can find&lt;br /&gt;The fallacies of morning rose&lt;br /&gt;Forbidden fruit, hidden eyes&lt;br /&gt;Curtises that I despise in me&lt;br /&gt;Take a ride, take a shot now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos nobody loves me&lt;br /&gt;Its true&lt;br /&gt;Not like you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Covered by the blind belief&lt;br /&gt;That fantasies of sinful screens&lt;br /&gt;Bear the facts, assume the dye&lt;br /&gt;End the vows no need to lie, enjoy&lt;br /&gt;Take a ride, take a shot now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos nobody loves me&lt;br /&gt;Its true&lt;br /&gt;Not like you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who oo am I, what and why&lt;br /&gt;Cos all I have left is my memories of yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Ohh these sour times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos nobody loves me&lt;br /&gt;Its true&lt;br /&gt;Not like you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After time the bitter taste&lt;br /&gt;Of innocence decent or race&lt;br /&gt;Scattered seeds, buried lives&lt;br /&gt;Mysteries of our disguise revolve&lt;br /&gt;Circumstance will decide ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos nobody loves me&lt;br /&gt;Its true&lt;br /&gt;Not like you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos nobody loves me&lt;br /&gt;Its true&lt;br /&gt;Not like you&lt;br /&gt;Nobody loves.. me&lt;br /&gt;Its true&lt;br /&gt;Not, like, you.. do&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-87019399?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/87019399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/87019399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#87019399' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-87017970</id><published>2003-01-06T19:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-06T19:03:49.173Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Testes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://users.rcn.com/leviadams/revolution.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://users.rcn.com/leviadams/quiz.htm"&gt;What Should Your New Year's Resolution Be?&lt;/a&gt; Quiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/rockabillykitty/quizzes/Which%20Cosmic%20Girl%20are%20you%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/rockabillykitty/1038991417_emilystrange.gif" border="0" alt="don't%20bother%20meOW"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Cosmic Girl are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-87017970?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/87017970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/87017970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#87017970' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-87016753</id><published>2003-01-06T18:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-06T18:32:55.020Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;center&gt;"Faça com que a solidão não me destrua.&lt;br /&gt;Faça com que minha solidão me sirva de companhia. &lt;br /&gt;Faça com que eu tenha a coragem de me enfrentar.&lt;br /&gt;Faça com que eu saiba ficar com o nada&lt;br /&gt;e mesmo assim me sentir&lt;br /&gt;como se estivesse plena de tudo."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Clarice Lispector)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-87016753?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/87016753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/87016753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#87016753' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-86700768</id><published>2002-12-30T16:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-30T16:06:51.956Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Q merda!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-86700768?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/86700768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/86700768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2002_12_29_archive.html#86700768' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-86568214</id><published>2002-12-27T01:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-30T15:54:55.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;         Aiai, preciso dar um jeito nesse blog.To odiando ele, nao tenho mais vontade de postar.......&lt;br /&gt;         Passei aqui so pra avisar que amanha eu vou viajar com o &lt;a href="http://bookofshadows.blogspot.com"&gt;namorado&lt;/a&gt; e so volto dia 5 de janeiro, iso se ele nao me der outro bolo. Pode um namorado nao querer viajar comigo????Ta bom, nao eh que ele nao queira so nao queria ir hoje......&lt;br /&gt;         Eu nem acredito, vai ser tao bom passar todos esses dias juntinho dele....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-86568214?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/86568214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/86568214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86568214' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-86493394</id><published>2002-12-24T21:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-24T21:58:30.153Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Soneto da Separação&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De repente do riso fez-se o pranto&lt;br /&gt;Silencioso e branco como a bruma&lt;br /&gt;E das bocas unidas fez-se a espuma&lt;br /&gt;E das mãos espalmadas fez-se o espanto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De repente da calma fez-se o vento&lt;br /&gt;Que dos olhos desfez a última chama&lt;br /&gt;E da paixão fez-se o pressentimento&lt;br /&gt;E do momento imóvel fez-se o drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De repente, não mais que de repente&lt;br /&gt;Fez-se de triste o que se fez amante&lt;br /&gt;E de sozinho o que se fez contente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fez-se do amigo próximo o distante&lt;br /&gt;Fez-se da vida uma aventura errante&lt;br /&gt;De repente, não mais que de repente.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-86493394?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/86493394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/86493394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86493394' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-86481578</id><published>2002-12-24T15:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-24T15:46:03.370Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font face="arial"&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.aol.com/radioheadchick/quizzes/tairrie.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.aol.com/radioheadchick/quizzes/rockchick.htm"&gt;Which Rock Chick Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-86481578?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/86481578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/86481578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86481578' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-86481159</id><published>2002-12-24T15:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-24T15:31:30.400Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Meu Natal ja começou todo errado, briguei com a minha mãe ( todo ano a gente briga no Natal), enfiei a minha mão num prego, esqueci de tomar o meu remedinho, mas pelo menos ganhei o que eu queria...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src ="http://www.objetiva.com.br/capas/214-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse livro faz parte de uma trilogia chamada "Fronteiras do Universo" e são uns dos melhores livros que eu ja li. Esse que eu ganhei é o segundo e melhor deles. Comprem e leiam!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-86481159?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/86481159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/86481159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86481159' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-86272545</id><published>2002-12-19T15:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-19T15:25:49.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;         Esta no blog de &lt;a href="http://pacs.blogspot.com"&gt;um tal garoto&lt;/a&gt; e li a lista dos top 20 mais procurados no google, quando me deparei com o número 16 -&lt;b&gt;battlefield 1942&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Ei, eu jogo isso e não sabia que era tão procurado assim, até pq aonde eu jogo o pessoal só gosta de CS....heheh&lt;br /&gt;achei engraçado descobrir isso....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-86272545?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/86272545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/86272545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86272545' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-86272019</id><published>2002-12-19T15:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-19T15:13:18.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;         Eu sou a pessoa mais feliz do mundo, sabe pq?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://senhordosaneis.epipoca.com.br/images/livro_01.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size = "3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu Tenho!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-86272019?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/86272019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/86272019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86272019' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-86245876</id><published>2002-12-19T01:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-19T01:14:03.026Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Como é poss;ivel que alguém ache o nome: Mano Wladmir bonito???????&lt;br /&gt;            A Marisa Monte acha....fazer o q?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-86245876?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/86245876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/86245876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86245876' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-86227614</id><published>2002-12-18T17:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-18T17:52:06.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>           Esse é o melhor desenho que tem....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://geocities.yahoo.com.br/fac_ut_viva/coragem/c.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coragem, o cão covarde&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-86227614?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/86227614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/86227614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86227614' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-86219664</id><published>2002-12-18T14:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-18T14:41:41.610Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Sim, estou de volta ao meu doce lar, que não está tão doce assim devido ao fato de eu estar sozinha aqui....&lt;br /&gt;          Esses 4 dias de farra, pouco horas de sono, sem refeicoes e vários "incovenientes" ( copacabana, Marcela hehe) foram muito bons.....    &lt;br /&gt;         Bom, agora que eu estou na minha casinha vou tentar arrumar o meu quarto, algum dia a gente tem que fazer isso,ne? Por incrivel que parece eu ainda nao arrumei os meus presentes de aniversario....&lt;br /&gt;         Eh isso........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-86219664?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/86219664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/86219664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86219664' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-86180353</id><published>2002-12-17T19:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-17T19:54:04.900Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;center&gt;  &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/anonymousbosch/quizzes/What%20Nirvana%20song%20are%20you%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/anonymousbosch/1036235282_sMeesaslts.jpg" border="0" alt="You%20are%20'Smells%20Like%20Teen%20Spirit'"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Nirvana song are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-86180353?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/86180353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/86180353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86180353' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-86180028</id><published>2002-12-17T19:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-17T19:46:49.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;       &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/orliwhore/quizzes/Which%20guy%20are%20you%20destined%20to%20have%20sex%20with%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/O/orliwhore/1038126256_ktopLedger.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which guy are you destined to have sex with?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heath Ledger: You like them with a drop dead gorgeous smile, cute accent and from the Land Down Under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-86180028?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/86180028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/86180028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86180028' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-86012681</id><published>2002-12-15T02:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-15T02:32:00.273Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Eu to aqui na casa do&lt;a href="http://1984.blogspot.com"&gt; João&lt;/a&gt;,ouvindo "Insect Kin" do Bush, todo mundo devia baixar essa música, ela é muito boa!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;                 Ei, da pra acreditar que eu vou ficar 3 semanas sem o Felipe??? A gente nunca ficou tanto tempo separado.snif snif....Que sacoooooooooo.....&lt;br /&gt;                  Mas eu to me divertindo muito aqui, apesar de também estar sentindo infinitas saudades....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color = "black"&gt; T Amo....&lt;/f&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-86012681?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/86012681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/86012681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86012681' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-85894998</id><published>2002-12-12T14:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-12T14:48:52.990Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           O meu pai vai consegui acabar com a única coisa que eu realmente amo nesse mundo.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-85894998?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/85894998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/85894998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85894998' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-85858726</id><published>2002-12-11T22:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-11T22:02:01.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoje fui ver ( com o Fi) "A isca perfeita", ta não é o melhor filme do mundo, mas vale a pena pra ver a Nicole Kidman falando russo......heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src = "http://www.adorocinema.com/filmes/birthday-girl/birthday-girl-poster01t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-85858726?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/85858726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/85858726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85858726' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-85858320</id><published>2002-12-11T21:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-11T21:56:01.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font ="3"&gt;&lt;font color = "red"&gt; Aviso!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;Post melado, se nao quuiser ler, pule para o próximo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Estávamos eu e o Felipe na livraria "Nobel" conversando, mostrando os livros um para o outro e tinha uma vendedora do nosso lado, que de vez em quando dava uns palpites na nossa conversa, mas nada mal educado...&lt;br /&gt;         Até que ela virou e falou :&lt;i&gt; "Posso falar uma coisa pra vocês?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Eu: Pode sim....&lt;br /&gt;         Ela:&lt;i&gt;" É que tinham que dar pra vocês o prêmio de casal nota 10..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Eu achei tão fofinho e fiquei muito feliz, pq eu e o Fi tinhamos tido uma briga meio séria no fim de semana....&lt;br /&gt;         Aiii....como eu amo o meu namorado....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-85858320?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/85858320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/85858320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85858320' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-85694034</id><published>2002-12-08T22:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-08T22:02:24.630Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Não podia dar outro..... &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://pages.prodigy.net/fanofmadonna/_images/frozenbanner.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/whichmadonnavidareyou"&gt;Which Madonna Video Are You?&lt;/a&gt; Quiz &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-85694034?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/85694034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/85694034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85694034' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-85654363</id><published>2002-12-07T22:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-07T22:31:23.790Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;strike&gt;    Ai eu finalmente consegui!!! sempre quis fazer isso...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-85654363?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/85654363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/85654363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85654363' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-85653641</id><published>2002-12-07T22:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-07T22:08:48.330Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Conversa no icq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    - cara, ele pode fazer o que ele quiser da vida dele.....eu so sou a namorada........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; -é praticamente uma junção de mae, amiga e mulher&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh isso ai &lt;a href="http://stroquis.blogger.com.br/"&gt;Omega &lt;/a&gt;você já pode namorar....:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achei tao fofinho....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-85653641?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/85653641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/85653641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85653641' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-85653285</id><published>2002-12-07T21:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-07T22:27:36.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;How Do I Deal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day I wake up to another day gone by &lt;br /&gt;Nothing but the open road and the never-ending why &lt;br /&gt;Anything can happen, yeah, but nothin ever does &lt;br /&gt;I try to change, it's kinda strange, the same as it ever was, but look at us &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I deal with you &lt;br /&gt;How do I deal with me &lt;br /&gt;When I don't even know myself &lt;br /&gt;Or what it is you want from me &lt;br /&gt;How do I deal with us &lt;br /&gt;How do I know what's real &lt;br /&gt;When I don't even trust myself &lt;br /&gt;Or what it is I feel &lt;br /&gt;And how do I deal &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night, in the dark, I lie awake in bed &lt;br /&gt;How am I supposed to dream, with all the static in my head &lt;br /&gt;I turn in all directions and I pray for some relief &lt;br /&gt;What can I do but feel the weight I'm underneath &lt;br /&gt;And grit my teeth &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I deal with you &lt;br /&gt;How do I deal with me &lt;br /&gt;When I don't even know myself &lt;br /&gt;Or what it is you want from me &lt;br /&gt;How do I deal with love &lt;br /&gt;(Why do I) Why do I have to choose &lt;br /&gt;And everybody's tellin me &lt;br /&gt;What the hell I have to do &lt;br /&gt;And how do I deal with us &lt;br /&gt;How do I know what's real (Real) &lt;br /&gt;When I don't even trust myself &lt;br /&gt;Or what it is I feel &lt;br /&gt;Now how do I deal &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I deal with you (How do I deal with you) &lt;br /&gt;How do I deal with me &lt;br /&gt;When I don't even know myself &lt;br /&gt;Or what it is you want from me &lt;br /&gt;How do I deal with love (How do I deal) &lt;br /&gt;Why do I have to choose &lt;br /&gt;When everybody's tellin me &lt;br /&gt;What the hell I have to do &lt;br /&gt;How do I deal with me (How do I deal with me) &lt;br /&gt;When I don't even know myself &lt;br /&gt;Or what it is you want from me &lt;br /&gt;How do I deal with us (How do I know what's real) &lt;br /&gt;How do I know what's real &lt;br /&gt;When I don't even trust myself &lt;br /&gt;Or what it is I feel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I deal (I'm not a lady in bed)&lt;br /&gt;How do I deal &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-85653285?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/85653285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/85653285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85653285' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-85607296</id><published>2002-12-06T20:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-06T20:23:12.403Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Estava eu procurando alguma coisa boa ( será que isso é possível???) na televisão, quando resolvi parar no telecine happy.&lt;br /&gt;             A cena do filme era mais ou menos assim: tinham uns 4 adolescentes envolva de uma fogueira conversando com um cara que devia ter uns 20 anos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;i&gt; - Não eu não vou transar com a fulana de tal.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          - Mas pq??&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;i&gt; - Porque eu a amo e quando se ama uma garota não é preciso transar com ela.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          - Como não?&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;i&gt;  - Há uma grande diferença entre transar e fazer amor. Transar é como um copo de água depois de uma partida de futebol, ou como tomar sorvete após o jantar...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         - Tudo bem, eu adoro sorvete!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe...meninos adolescentes..aiai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P     &lt;br /&gt;          &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-85607296?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/85607296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/85607296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85607296' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-85601964</id><published>2002-12-06T18:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-06T18:16:05.743Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;       Esse post eh todinho pra vc Fi!!!! :***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dreams - The Cors&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here you go again, you say you want your freedom&lt;br /&gt;Well who am I to keep you down&lt;br /&gt;It's only right that you should play the way you feel it&lt;br /&gt;But listen carefully to the sound&lt;br /&gt;Of your loneliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a heartbeat drives you mad&lt;br /&gt;In the stillness of remembering what you had&lt;br /&gt;And what you lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, thunder only happens when it's raining&lt;br /&gt;Players only love you when they're playing&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, women they will come and they will go&lt;br /&gt;When the rain washes you clean you'll know, you'll know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here I go again, I see the crystal visions&lt;br /&gt;I keep my visions to myself&lt;br /&gt;Well It's only me that wants to wrap around your dreams and&lt;br /&gt;Have you any dreams you'd like to sell&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of loneliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a heartbeat drives you mad&lt;br /&gt;In the stillness of remembering what you had&lt;br /&gt;(Drives you mad,) and what you lost, (remember what you had)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thunder only happens when it's raining&lt;br /&gt;(Thunder only happens when it's...)&lt;br /&gt;Players only love you when they're playing&lt;br /&gt;(Players only love you when they're...)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, women they will come and they will go, (they will go...)&lt;br /&gt;When the rain washes you clean you'll know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, thunder only happens when it's raining&lt;br /&gt;(Thunder only happens when it's...)&lt;br /&gt;Players only love you when they're playing&lt;br /&gt;(Players only love you when they're...)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, women they will come and they will go, (they will go...)&lt;br /&gt;When the rain washes you clean you'll know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll know, (the heartbeat drives you mad,) you'll know, (remember what you had)&lt;br /&gt;You'll know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fade out&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-85601964?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/85601964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/85601964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85601964' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-85551592</id><published>2002-12-05T19:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-05T19:33:35.710Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>   Gostei muito do último livro que li, chama -se&lt;b&gt; " O Homem dos Dados"&lt;/b&gt; e aconselho que as pessoas leiam tb.&lt;br /&gt;   É a história de um psicologo que ta de saco cheio da vida e resolve que os dados irão tomar TODAS as decisões da vida dele, de ir no banheiro até transar com a vizinha...&lt;br /&gt;    É muito bom....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;center&gt;  &lt;i&gt; " A vida é uma ilha de emoção num oceano de tédio." - O Homem dos Dados&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-85551592?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/85551592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/85551592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85551592' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-85502764</id><published>2002-12-04T22:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-04T22:01:07.853Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Jantar do dia 4/12/02 - 5 espigas de milho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Eh...acho que eu devo ter algum parentesco com galinhas...hehehhe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-85502764?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/85502764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/85502764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85502764' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-85485295</id><published>2002-12-04T15:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-04T15:35:28.776Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Testes,teste,testes,testes....falta do que fazer é uma merda........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-85485295?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/85485295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/85485295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85485295' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-85485198</id><published>2002-12-04T15:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-04T15:34:43.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://medox1.tripod.com/quiz.htm" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://medox1.tripod.com/bettiepic.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://medox1.tripod.com/quiz.htm" target="new"&gt;What Classic Pin-up Are You?&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href = "http://www.livejournal.com/users/medox"&gt;Medox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-85485198?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/85485198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/85485198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85485198' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-85484791</id><published>2002-12-04T15:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-04T15:23:54.690Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Foi muito bom fazer aniversário, mas o melhor e estar ganhando presente ate hoje...hehhehe&lt;br /&gt;            O mais bizarro eh que eu ganhei &lt;b&gt;9&lt;/b&gt; presentes da imaginarium....agora eu tenho quase tudo de la...heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-85484791?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/85484791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/85484791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85484791' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-85440890</id><published>2002-12-03T20:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-03T20:02:34.193Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/rosiekins/quizzes/Who%20is%20your%20Ideal%20Lord%20of%20the%20Rings%20(male)%20Mate%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/rosiekins/1035099471_atearagorn.jpg" border="0" alt="My%20ideal%20mate%20is%20Aragorn!%20"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Who is your Ideal Lord of the Rings (male) Mate?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-85440890?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/85440890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/85440890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85440890' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-85428743</id><published>2002-12-03T14:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-03T14:33:02.643Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          bizarro........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src ="http://images.thesun.co.uk/picture/0,,2002551116,00.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-85428743?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/85428743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/85428743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85428743' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-85427565</id><published>2002-12-03T13:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-03T13:49:40.453Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;center&gt;  &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/abster/quizzes/Which%20no%20doubt%20song%20are%20you%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/abster/1035724256_AbigailND6.gif" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which no doubt song are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-85427565?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/85427565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/85427565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85427565' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-85344871</id><published>2002-12-01T21:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-01T21:55:11.756Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Acabei de ver "No balanço do Amor". Eu nunca tinha visto e achei bem legal....fiquei com vontande de dançar hip hop......hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-85344871?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/85344871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/85344871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85344871' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-85250798</id><published>2002-11-29T12:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-01T21:53:40.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Meu Deus, eu to fazendo &lt;b&gt;17&lt;/b&gt; anos!! Inacreditável.....!!!! Eu to ficando muito velha, muito rápido!!!!!!!!  hihihihih.....O meu dia ta muito bom...ganhei uma caixa de madeira com cadeado &lt;i&gt;linda&lt;/i&gt; preta e laranja do meu namoradinho( coma participação especial da dona Marcela Petrus) com telas, pincéis e tintas.....muito lindo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;   E eu vou almoçar com ele e depois vou jantar com as pessoas que eu mais amo!!!! Q. dia felizzzzz.........eu to muito, muito e muito feliz.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-85250798?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/85250798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/85250798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85250798' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3699294.post-85250640</id><published>2002-11-29T12:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-11-29T12:15:07.476Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;font color="00FF00"&gt;   &lt;font size="3"&gt; Parabéns para mim, nessa data querida muitas felicidades, muitos anos de vida!!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3699294-85250640?l=pacs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/85250640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3699294/posts/default/85250640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacs.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85250640' title=''/><author><name>Priscila**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11409381629297595787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
