<?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-2731109712401249523</id><updated>2011-07-29T02:16:36.611-07:00</updated><category term='Apresentação'/><category term='FanFic'/><category term='Confusão'/><category term='Flagra'/><category term='*-*'/><title type='text'>Passos de Alguém</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passosdealguem.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731109712401249523/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passosdealguem.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Passos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696969130302339063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w7Xk3lHGq8g/TWb4jUpZxGI/AAAAAAAAASo/Qm6fuJZ9d2g/s220/DSC04705%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731109712401249523.post-166817480419760421</id><published>2011-03-03T01:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T02:11:43.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Niveer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qLj6R1yXTNQ/TW9pUyL4SMI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qX0udTH_I2M/s1600/cake_by_kikariz-d37z8bh.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qLj6R1yXTNQ/TW9pUyL4SMI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qX0udTH_I2M/s320/cake_by_kikariz-d37z8bh.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579794269125232834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é a festa do meu niver de 15. Não é beem uma festa... Vai ser lá no Mister e vão: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&gt; Brenda  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&gt; João Luiz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&gt; Fabiana &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&gt; Guilherme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&gt; Bacca &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&gt; Gabriel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&gt; Gustavo F. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&gt; Giuliana &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&gt; Gustavo G. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&gt; Renan (?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&gt; Leonardo Bordignon!                       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vai ser hoje, 03.03.11, às 20h. (*-*) Esperando ansiosamente!            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2731109712401249523-166817480419760421?l=passosdealguem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731109712401249523/posts/default/166817480419760421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731109712401249523/posts/default/166817480419760421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passosdealguem.blogspot.com/2011/03/hoje-e-festa-do-meu-niver-de-15.html' title='Niveer!'/><author><name>Passos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696969130302339063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w7Xk3lHGq8g/TWb4jUpZxGI/AAAAAAAAASo/Qm6fuJZ9d2g/s220/DSC04705%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qLj6R1yXTNQ/TW9pUyL4SMI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qX0udTH_I2M/s72-c/cake_by_kikariz-d37z8bh.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731109712401249523.post-3159170013056537596</id><published>2011-02-28T13:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T02:02:05.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Músicas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yRsOTG09EkA/TWwZ1dDEd5I/AAAAAAAAAVY/woGsjlfFbig/s1600/fone%2Bde%2Bouvido.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yRsOTG09EkA/TWwZ1dDEd5I/AAAAAAAAAVY/woGsjlfFbig/s320/fone%2Bde%2Bouvido.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578862444526466962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Internacionais&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Just a Dream -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; Nelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Like a G6 -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;  Far East Movement Ft. The Cataracs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Whip my Hair -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; Willow Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Teenage Dream -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; Katy Perry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Grenade - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Bruno Mars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Never Gonna be Alone - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Nickelback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Everything I do, I do it for you -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; Adriam Adams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Perfect -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; Simple Plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;You could be happy -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; Chasing Cars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Nacionais&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Onde estiver -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; Nx-Zero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Saudade -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; Gusttavo Lima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Furacão -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; Gusttavo Lima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Coca-Cola -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; Gusttavo Lima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;                                               Rosas, Versos &amp;amp; Vinhos -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; Gusttavo Lima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;                                               Tornado -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; Gusttavo Lima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Afinal - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Conrado &amp;amp; Aleksandro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2731109712401249523-3159170013056537596?l=passosdealguem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731109712401249523/posts/default/3159170013056537596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731109712401249523/posts/default/3159170013056537596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passosdealguem.blogspot.com/2011/02/musicas.html' title='Músicas'/><author><name>Passos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696969130302339063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w7Xk3lHGq8g/TWb4jUpZxGI/AAAAAAAAASo/Qm6fuJZ9d2g/s220/DSC04705%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yRsOTG09EkA/TWwZ1dDEd5I/AAAAAAAAAVY/woGsjlfFbig/s72-c/fone%2Bde%2Bouvido.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731109712401249523.post-7789721427630009603</id><published>2011-02-28T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T13:41:46.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zenit Polar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPQCq17qggE/TWwV4CYnN_I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/geuaT1DDPbY/s1600/susto2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPQCq17qggE/TWwV4CYnN_I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/geuaT1DDPbY/s320/susto2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578858090862163954" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 220px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   Bom, este foi um código que eu aprendi com minha amiga Brenda. Ele é bem legal, e agora já consigo fazer sem olhar toda hora:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;   &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Malhi quotadi zossei, so vecô osrí nolde asre ó petquo vecô olroldo e cédage Polar Zenit.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Elrom ou osctova osctovolde malhi babnaegtifai. Faceu bom nogin! Enho sé:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;   Mou lemo ó Joevilli Norhycai des Silres Invos. Ou rolhe quaso iles o osrude le Cenogae Daecosile. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;   Mous zias sio  Otisme Invos o Vetelaco des Silres Invos. Imbes tôm quitolri o um iles. Mou atomie so chime Joill Nucis des Silres Invos o rom valro iles. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;   Malhi monhet imagi ó i Btoldi Citenali o mou monhet image ó e Lole (mosme quo osrojimes btagides). Mou limetide so chimi Mutane Fonacae o rom dopossoro iles. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2731109712401249523-7789721427630009603?l=passosdealguem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731109712401249523/posts/default/7789721427630009603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731109712401249523/posts/default/7789721427630009603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passosdealguem.blogspot.com/2011/02/zenit-polar.html' title='Zenit Polar'/><author><name>Passos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696969130302339063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w7Xk3lHGq8g/TWb4jUpZxGI/AAAAAAAAASo/Qm6fuJZ9d2g/s220/DSC04705%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPQCq17qggE/TWwV4CYnN_I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/geuaT1DDPbY/s72-c/susto2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731109712401249523.post-6438943675168002848</id><published>2011-02-26T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T01:58:21.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunática!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Acreditei, demais, apostei tudo nesse nosso amor. Eu me entreguei, demais, com a pureza de um beija-flor. Quero te encontrar, aí, onde você está. Você foi, levou minha felicidade. Meu coração se recusa a esquecer! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Nunca pensei que um dia fosse ser assim, você chegou sem dizer nada, tomou conta de mim! Amor, você é tudo que eu preciso, com você eu tô no céu, eu tô no paraíso! Não sei da minha vida sem você por perto, amor sem você comigo, a vida é um deserto! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Você não vale nada, mas eu te quero bem. Vale menos que um real, mas pra mim vale cem. Fazer nosso futuro, pensar no bem da gente... Decida que rumo você quer seguir! O que eu sinto por você não tem tamanho não! Tem a força de um tornado no meu coração. Meus olhos estão chorando feito cachoeira... Não posso continuar... Já virou brincadeira, viver dessa maneira!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Gusttavo Lima: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Saudade, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Cor de ouro, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Tornado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2731109712401249523-6438943675168002848?l=passosdealguem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731109712401249523/posts/default/6438943675168002848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731109712401249523/posts/default/6438943675168002848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passosdealguem.blogspot.com/2011/02/lunatica.html' title='Lunática!'/><author><name>Passos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696969130302339063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w7Xk3lHGq8g/TWb4jUpZxGI/AAAAAAAAASo/Qm6fuJZ9d2g/s220/DSC04705%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731109712401249523.post-8453667156739261359</id><published>2011-02-25T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T10:53:46.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ensino Médio</title><content type='html'>Ensino médio é outro nível! Como diz o Matheus "cada vez que eu vou pra escola eu volto com um caderno novo!". Acho que se eu fizer uma pilha dos meus materiais e colocar em uma balança vai dar uns 15 quilos! Deus meu! É muita coisa. É bem puxado também. No prezado momento eu estou enrolando pra fazer uma tarefa da Teacher, DUAS PÁGINAS! E olha que nem fiz revisão ainda e já são 7 pras 4! Falando nisso... Deixe-me ir para a cozinha. By.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2731109712401249523-8453667156739261359?l=passosdealguem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731109712401249523/posts/default/8453667156739261359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731109712401249523/posts/default/8453667156739261359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passosdealguem.blogspot.com/2011/02/ensino-medio.html' title='Ensino Médio'/><author><name>Passos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696969130302339063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w7Xk3lHGq8g/TWb4jUpZxGI/AAAAAAAAASo/Qm6fuJZ9d2g/s220/DSC04705%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731109712401249523.post-6775698617331756135</id><published>2011-02-25T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T10:43:03.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ano Novo; Vida Nova!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Não é assim que dizem? Ano novo, vida nova? Pois é com o ano novo realmente veio uma nova vida. Uma nova vida chamada Murilo. Já vai fazer dois meses que estamos juntos (dia 1º faz 2 meses). Ele é uma coisa de louco! Me faz rir, é carinhoso... Um amor. Mas quando quer dar suas crises de ciúme... Sai de baixo! Ele é de 22.07.1994 e mora em Lucélia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2731109712401249523-6775698617331756135?l=passosdealguem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731109712401249523/posts/default/6775698617331756135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731109712401249523/posts/default/6775698617331756135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passosdealguem.blogspot.com/2011/02/ano-novo-vida-nova.html' title='Ano Novo; Vida Nova!'/><author><name>Passos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696969130302339063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w7Xk3lHGq8g/TWb4jUpZxGI/AAAAAAAAASo/Qm6fuJZ9d2g/s220/DSC04705%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731109712401249523.post-5344989245750311110</id><published>2010-04-03T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T17:13:38.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Curitiba!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kCmDAN8NBC8/S7fZeVEP3EI/AAAAAAAAAKM/S7raBqWMH3w/s1600/Travel_the_Road_by_bosniak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 90px; height: 89px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kCmDAN8NBC8/S7fZeVEP3EI/AAAAAAAAAKM/S7raBqWMH3w/s320/Travel_the_Road_by_bosniak.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456068588656909378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hoje, 03/04/2010, estou aqui invadindo o quarto e Pc da Lá (Larissa), minha priminha de 09 anos.  Estou em Ctba, cheguei aqui dia 1º de Abril (Dia da Mentira) e já fiz um par de coisas, como: ir no Big e meter bagulhada em dois carrinhos, comer uma caixa de bombom, assistir TV a não mais poder, continuar escrever minha nova fic, Trouble, e invadir o quarto do Luck e da Lá. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aconteceram muitas coisas desde o ano passado. Não estou com o Rony, eu nunca estive. O Rodrigo me pediu em namoro, mas não estou muito a fim de acc. Ele não é o tipo de cara que eu quero pra mim, além de quê tenho quase certeza que ele não vai querer respeitar o nosso combinado: apenas beijos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BJos... A Lá chegou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por, H¹&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2731109712401249523-5344989245750311110?l=passosdealguem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731109712401249523/posts/default/5344989245750311110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731109712401249523/posts/default/5344989245750311110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passosdealguem.blogspot.com/2010/04/curitiba.html' title='Curitiba!'/><author><name>Passos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696969130302339063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w7Xk3lHGq8g/TWb4jUpZxGI/AAAAAAAAASo/Qm6fuJZ9d2g/s220/DSC04705%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kCmDAN8NBC8/S7fZeVEP3EI/AAAAAAAAAKM/S7raBqWMH3w/s72-c/Travel_the_Road_by_bosniak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731109712401249523.post-8416137573534757697</id><published>2009-10-19T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T08:51:16.943-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='*-*'/><title type='text'>'*-*' Lindoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kCmDAN8NBC8/StyIH-slUHI/AAAAAAAAAJg/XKfWUbOkpvs/s1600-h/naruto1249883612.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394336124353466482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kCmDAN8NBC8/StyIH-slUHI/AAAAAAAAAJg/XKfWUbOkpvs/s320/naruto1249883612.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Uáaaa! Não posso negar....Eli ée MUUITO gato e fofo. *-*, isso me deixa com mais remorsos, ¬¬'. Explicando:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sábado, na Fecop, eu ia ficá com ele, aí eu dei um jeito de errolar ele e a gente acabou nem ficando. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Eu fiz o favor de esquecer a grana em casa e ele, como todo bom cavalheiro, me pagou uma coca, ae o remorso começou a bater. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;   Ontem teve Fecop de novo, ele tava lá mas a gente nem conversou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;   Hoje, na saida da escola, passei lá no serviço dele. Ele me ''atendeu'' e tals. Daqui a poco ele disse: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;   '' Sabia que eu penso em você toda hora, minuto e segundo?''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;   Eu ri, não porque desacreditava, isso tbem, mas porque fiquei sem graça, néeh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;   '' Você não acredita?''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;   " Vai sabeeer, né Rony?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;   '' É só a verdade''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;   *-* --&gt; Ele é muito fofo, só que eu to sempre com um pé atras com ele porque nao sei se ele quer só ficar, meu negócio é poder mesmo falar: ''ELE É &lt;strong&gt;MEU &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NAMORADO&lt;/strong&gt;''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;Mas mesmo assim...Continuando:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;   "Não se preocupe com o fim de semana, tá, Jeovanna" --&gt; Ele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;   "Tudo beem! A gente tira o atraso hoje, né?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;   "É siim!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;   Dei um selinho nele e sai. Asuhaushaushu'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By &lt;em&gt;H¹&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2731109712401249523-8416137573534757697?l=passosdealguem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731109712401249523/posts/default/8416137573534757697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731109712401249523/posts/default/8416137573534757697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passosdealguem.blogspot.com/2009/10/lindoo.html' title='&apos;*-*&apos; Lindoo!'/><author><name>Passos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696969130302339063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w7Xk3lHGq8g/TWb4jUpZxGI/AAAAAAAAASo/Qm6fuJZ9d2g/s220/DSC04705%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kCmDAN8NBC8/StyIH-slUHI/AAAAAAAAAJg/XKfWUbOkpvs/s72-c/naruto1249883612.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731109712401249523.post-338439617242066503</id><published>2009-10-13T10:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T10:52:17.323-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confusão'/><title type='text'>Confusão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kCmDAN8NBC8/StS8kbYJhyI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fCromwMQsyY/s1600-h/interrogacao.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 50px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 50px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392141987879683874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kCmDAN8NBC8/StS8kbYJhyI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fCromwMQsyY/s320/interrogacao.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A questão é mega simples: Apesar de estar (ficando) com o Rony eu tou sintindo que isso não é o bastante pra mim. A pouquissimo tempo descobri que to gostando do meu amigo mais do que o normal. &lt;div&gt;Esse meu amigo queria ficar com a Breh. Mas depois desistiu e partiu pra outra porque ela nem aceitava nem negava. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O caminho tava livre pra mim, né? Não! Não é. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No fim da aula de hoje ele me chamou e disse:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;''Quero ficar com a Brenda. Faz ela ficar comigo, por favor?!''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Breh, que sabia de tudo o rolo, ficcou chocaaaada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas eu vou tentar...Vou tentar fazer ela ficar com ele sim. Não quero mais nenhum amigo meu triste. ---&gt; Um outro amigo que levou um fora dela thá prodi de tristeza. =P    ....  &lt;strong&gt;Mereço!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By &lt;em&gt;H¹&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2731109712401249523-338439617242066503?l=passosdealguem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731109712401249523/posts/default/338439617242066503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731109712401249523/posts/default/338439617242066503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passosdealguem.blogspot.com/2009/10/confusao.html' title='Confusão'/><author><name>Passos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696969130302339063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w7Xk3lHGq8g/TWb4jUpZxGI/AAAAAAAAASo/Qm6fuJZ9d2g/s220/DSC04705%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kCmDAN8NBC8/StS8kbYJhyI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fCromwMQsyY/s72-c/interrogacao.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731109712401249523.post-1033572448108629348</id><published>2009-10-07T09:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T09:44:23.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EU VOU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kCmDAN8NBC8/SszDb2yaPzI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Y4d53J2qndc/s1600-h/Ij99tS608898-01.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389897737386475314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kCmDAN8NBC8/SszDb2yaPzI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Y4d53J2qndc/s320/Ij99tS608898-01.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Isso aconteceu de manhã. Era uma sete e dezessete quando minha mãe me levou pra escola (ela não deixa eu descer a pé mais...¬¬* ). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;  Disse assim: "Vou passar lá na Padaria - ela sabia que ele estaria lá -, Se quiser descer e ir comigo vai, mas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu vou!&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;  E fui mesmo. Eu vi ele, mas &lt;em&gt;ele &lt;/em&gt;não me viu. Analisei. Ele estava com um semblante carregado de preocupação, ele olhava pra porta onde, supostamente, eu passaria para vê - lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Voltei para o carro com as balas que comprei e desci pra escola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Se eu não conversei com ele não importa, mas se eu disse&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;eu vou&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;é porque eu &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;vou mesmo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;By: &lt;em&gt;H¹&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2731109712401249523-1033572448108629348?l=passosdealguem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731109712401249523/posts/default/1033572448108629348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731109712401249523/posts/default/1033572448108629348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passosdealguem.blogspot.com/2009/10/eu-vou.html' title='EU VOU!'/><author><name>Passos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696969130302339063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w7Xk3lHGq8g/TWb4jUpZxGI/AAAAAAAAASo/Qm6fuJZ9d2g/s220/DSC04705%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kCmDAN8NBC8/SszDb2yaPzI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Y4d53J2qndc/s72-c/Ij99tS608898-01.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731109712401249523.post-3078612790375424652</id><published>2009-10-07T09:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T09:32:31.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almoço e sobremesa...♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kCmDAN8NBC8/Ssy9t9W50PI/AAAAAAAAAJI/VtUypF0IBBc/s1600-h/118607531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389891451318030578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kCmDAN8NBC8/Ssy9t9W50PI/AAAAAAAAAJI/VtUypF0IBBc/s320/118607531.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ois! Bem...O episódio diário de hoje se chama &lt;strong&gt;Almoço e Sobremesa &lt;/strong&gt;(muito boa por sinal...♥)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi o seguinte:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Bréêh ficou aqui pra almoçar (Ela mora em centenário, pra quem não sabe) porque ia fazer um trabalho na casa da Bacca. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como ela não queria almoçar sozinha no Babau eu fui com ela. Isso era meio dia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meio dia e meio eu terminei de comer. Nós pagamos, como deve ser, e saimos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu tinha que estar em casa 13:00 no máximo. Mesmo sabendo disso nós voltamos no serviço do Rony. Eu tinha que saber se ele tinha lido a carta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"--- Leu a encrenca?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"--- Ahan."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"--- Ahn..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E a Breh só ouvindo. Iowieowieowieo'. Olhei pro relógio, Meio dia e quarenta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"--- Brenda, eu vou subir. Você vai comigo?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"--- Vou."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comprei um treco de hortelã e dei o dinheiro pro Rony. Ele me trouxe o troco. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"---Tou indo, Ronaldo" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"--- Tá..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peguei na mão dele, fiz que ia dar um beijo no rosto e dei um selin nele. A Breh saiu de lá trôpega de tanto rir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"--- Jêeh, me segura se não eu caio..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;''--- Eu que deveria tar morrendo de tremer! Dei um beijo no cara com um monte de gente olhando!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"--- Hahahahahahaha..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Subimos. Dexei - a na esquina da casa da Bacca e subi pra minha casa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando cheguei meu pai tinha acabado de sair e minha mãe estava quase saindo. Eram meio dia e cinquenta e sete. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUASE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O almoço? Com ela!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A sobremesa? O beijo dele!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;H¹&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2731109712401249523-3078612790375424652?l=passosdealguem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731109712401249523/posts/default/3078612790375424652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731109712401249523/posts/default/3078612790375424652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passosdealguem.blogspot.com/2009/10/almoco-e-sobremesa.html' title='Almoço e sobremesa...♥'/><author><name>Passos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696969130302339063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w7Xk3lHGq8g/TWb4jUpZxGI/AAAAAAAAASo/Qm6fuJZ9d2g/s220/DSC04705%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kCmDAN8NBC8/Ssy9t9W50PI/AAAAAAAAAJI/VtUypF0IBBc/s72-c/118607531.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731109712401249523.post-7351683336166328816</id><published>2009-10-06T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T15:34:07.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frases Feitas - Drive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kCmDAN8NBC8/SsvFuEpNUFI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Y2cOtEhMphA/s1600-h/notas_musicais2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389618774390165586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kCmDAN8NBC8/SsvFuEpNUFI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Y2cOtEhMphA/s320/notas_musicais2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frases Feitas - Drive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Os dias passam e as noites ficam sem por que&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Estou sozinho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E sem medo de me perder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meus olhos chamam os seus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Como o frio desperta o calor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Inofensivo mas capaz de trazer a dor&lt;br /&gt;Todo o encanto se acaba&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por que o sol tem que morrer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não quero, mas enxergo tarde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O que sinto por você&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo tão diferente do que possa parecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mesmo que o inferno seja o preço pra te ter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tudo começa como um dia chega ao fim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sonhos que apagam o que você deixou em mim&lt;br /&gt;As horas passam e eu estou sozinho sem você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talvez com medo de tentar me envolver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Historias são momentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Frases feitas sem qualquer valor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Inofensivo mas capaz de trazer a dor&lt;br /&gt;Todo encanto se acaba&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por que o sol tem que morrer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não quero, mas enxergo tarde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O que sinto por você&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo tão diferente do que possa parecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mesmo que o inferno seja o preço pra te ter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tudo começa como um dia chega ao fim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sonhos que apagam o que você deixou em mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By: &lt;em&gt;H¹&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2731109712401249523-7351683336166328816?l=passosdealguem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731109712401249523/posts/default/7351683336166328816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731109712401249523/posts/default/7351683336166328816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passosdealguem.blogspot.com/2009/10/frases-feitas-drive.html' title='Frases Feitas - Drive'/><author><name>Passos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696969130302339063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w7Xk3lHGq8g/TWb4jUpZxGI/AAAAAAAAASo/Qm6fuJZ9d2g/s220/DSC04705%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kCmDAN8NBC8/SsvFuEpNUFI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Y2cOtEhMphA/s72-c/notas_musicais2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731109712401249523.post-1586248911193158517</id><published>2009-10-06T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T14:38:12.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não vai não...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kCmDAN8NBC8/Ssuz9mHUhLI/AAAAAAAAAIw/2XULGnyTzjA/s1600-h/naruto87805901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 113px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389599249863574706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kCmDAN8NBC8/Ssuz9mHUhLI/AAAAAAAAAIw/2XULGnyTzjA/s320/naruto87805901.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Tá vendo o boyzinho gato na foto aí ao lado? Acredite, ele &lt;strong&gt;é real&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Então...Se ele é real, é meu amigo e tals...Qual é o problema?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;O problema tá no caso que ele vai - se embora e não volta mais. Se ele fosse embora da City onde ele mora, Brasília, pra qualquer outra cidade ainda vai...Só que ele vai pra outro &lt;strong&gt;País&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mas acredite ou não, você, caro leitor do meu legítimo Blog, vamos continuar sendo amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Tenho certeza que ele também não vai deixar de ser &lt;strong&gt;playboy&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;são paulino&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;LOIRO &lt;/strong&gt;(Acredite ou não, ele não gosta de ser loiro...¬¬'...Sim, ele &lt;strong&gt;é&lt;/strong&gt; lesado.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;O que eu quero dizer, boyzinho, é: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Eu, a Ray e todo o povo que te conhece, &lt;strong&gt;nunca te esqueceremos!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nós te emamos!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(Junção de &lt;strong&gt;EMO &lt;/strong&gt;com &lt;strong&gt;AMAMOS&lt;/strong&gt; = &lt;strong&gt;EMAMOS&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;---&gt; Sóh nois itende...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By: &lt;em&gt;H¹&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2731109712401249523-1586248911193158517?l=passosdealguem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731109712401249523/posts/default/1586248911193158517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731109712401249523/posts/default/1586248911193158517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passosdealguem.blogspot.com/2009/10/nao-vai-nao.html' title='Não vai não...'/><author><name>Passos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696969130302339063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w7Xk3lHGq8g/TWb4jUpZxGI/AAAAAAAAASo/Qm6fuJZ9d2g/s220/DSC04705%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kCmDAN8NBC8/Ssuz9mHUhLI/AAAAAAAAAIw/2XULGnyTzjA/s72-c/naruto87805901.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731109712401249523.post-5767034832422294680</id><published>2009-10-06T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T13:30:06.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo errado, Upsidown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kCmDAN8NBC8/Sst1E0Qhx1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/YGJBLd6tzOY/s1600-h/musica1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389530104686823250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kCmDAN8NBC8/Sst1E0Qhx1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/YGJBLd6tzOY/s320/musica1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo errado, Upsidown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não há mais o que dizer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O quanto eu gosto de você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não vou mais correr atrás &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não vale a pena mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O que eu sinto por você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ta difícil de esquecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sentimentos que parecem &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nunca mais morrer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu já tentei de tudo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O que eu podia fazer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pra te esquecer e &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não olhar pra tras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas toda vez &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que eu olho pra você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meu coração bate mais forte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E eu corro atras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por que tudo que é bom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sempre acaba rápido?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quando a gente gosta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dá tudo errado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não me deixe chateado &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A minha vida é um saco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu só queria ficar ao seu lado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não deu pra entender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Você pensava que eu nao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gostava mais de você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas o tempo passou &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Depois que acabou &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aí eu vi que eu nao dei valor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por que tudo que é bom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sempre acaba rápido?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quando a gente gosta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dá tudo errado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não me deixe chateado &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A minha vida é um saco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu só queria ficar ao seu lado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2731109712401249523-5767034832422294680?l=passosdealguem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731109712401249523/posts/default/5767034832422294680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731109712401249523/posts/default/5767034832422294680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passosdealguem.blogspot.com/2009/10/tudo-errado-upsidown.html' title='Tudo errado, Upsidown'/><author><name>Passos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696969130302339063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w7Xk3lHGq8g/TWb4jUpZxGI/AAAAAAAAASo/Qm6fuJZ9d2g/s220/DSC04705%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kCmDAN8NBC8/Sst1E0Qhx1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/YGJBLd6tzOY/s72-c/musica1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731109712401249523.post-7000634677245888679</id><published>2009-10-06T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T09:52:01.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kCmDAN8NBC8/SstluOpV_LI/AAAAAAAAAIg/KVSTYBKLpKY/s1600-h/bebe-chorando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389513223958822066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kCmDAN8NBC8/SstluOpV_LI/AAAAAAAAAIg/KVSTYBKLpKY/s320/bebe-chorando.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Este primeiro post de hoje é uma carta que eu mandei pro Rony:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rony,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou ter que me distanciar de você. Caso você pense que é fácil pra mim, que fique bem claro: Não é!&lt;br /&gt;Passei a noite de segunda pra terça só com cochilos, chorei a noite toda...&lt;br /&gt;Não é mole pra mim. Fui mal na prova de hoje, porque passei a noite acordada e &lt;strong&gt;realmente&lt;/strong&gt; meu dia está sendo uma &lt;strong&gt;droga&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Tudo seria menos complicado se você tivesse me dado uma resposta pra primeira pergunta importante que te fiz, ''Eu te amo, mas você &lt;strong&gt;me &lt;/strong&gt;ama?''.&lt;br /&gt;1°: Se você tivesse respondido que só queria ficar comigo e me ter como colega, eu poderia me afastar sem medo de te fazer sofrer.&lt;br /&gt;2°: Se você tivesse falado que me amava eu poderia me afastar sabendo que quando eu voltasse pra você você ainda me amaria.&lt;br /&gt;Para explicar, e somente isso, vou ter que me distanciar de você por causa de problemas que tive com os meus pais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem um pedaço de música que eu gosto pra caramba:&lt;br /&gt;" Mesmo tão diferente do que possa parecer,&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que o inferno seja o preço pra te ter..."&lt;br /&gt;Esse pedaço de música representa bem o que eu tou passando agora: por um INFERNO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda assim, e apesar de tudo, quero que saiba que:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Te Amo ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;By: Jeovanna Lethycia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É isso ai....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By: &lt;em&gt;H¹&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2731109712401249523-7000634677245888679?l=passosdealguem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731109712401249523/posts/default/7000634677245888679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731109712401249523/posts/default/7000634677245888679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passosdealguem.blogspot.com/2009/10/este-primeiro-post-de-hoje-e-uma-carta.html' title='♥'/><author><name>Passos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696969130302339063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w7Xk3lHGq8g/TWb4jUpZxGI/AAAAAAAAASo/Qm6fuJZ9d2g/s220/DSC04705%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kCmDAN8NBC8/SstluOpV_LI/AAAAAAAAAIg/KVSTYBKLpKY/s72-c/bebe-chorando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731109712401249523.post-1788651949924063764</id><published>2009-10-05T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T08:38:19.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You speak english?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kCmDAN8NBC8/SstkS_5tb1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/JI4CUe5LDAo/s1600-h/ingles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389511656632840018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kCmDAN8NBC8/SstkS_5tb1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/JI4CUe5LDAo/s320/ingles.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kCmDAN8NBC8/Sstjlctnu3I/AAAAAAAAAII/aW_1g3F94PE/s1600-h/ingles.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não, &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kCmDAN8NBC8/SsqIASn09II/AAAAAAAAAIA/KJ0dqowOwsI/s1600-h/ingles.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;meu...É sério! Eu tava de boa esses dias...Tava no msn teclando com uns amigos e tals...Daqui a pouco uma girl começa a teclar em english! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quer saber o nome dela? Eu te falo! Fabiana! Ou seja: Fabiih!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo o que eu sei é que ficamos uma hora teclando apenas em inglês...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sei, mas tenho uma pequena desconfiança que uma de nós estava usando o tradutor de vez em quando...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOIEOWIEOWIOEIWOEIOWIE'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By, &lt;em&gt;H¹&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2731109712401249523-1788651949924063764?l=passosdealguem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731109712401249523/posts/default/1788651949924063764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731109712401249523/posts/default/1788651949924063764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passosdealguem.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-speak-english-i-speak-quer-dizereu.html' title='You speak english?'/><author><name>Passos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696969130302339063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w7Xk3lHGq8g/TWb4jUpZxGI/AAAAAAAAASo/Qm6fuJZ9d2g/s220/DSC04705%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kCmDAN8NBC8/SstkS_5tb1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/JI4CUe5LDAo/s72-c/ingles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731109712401249523.post-7165233840140354249</id><published>2009-10-05T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T16:49:12.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brilhas muito no Corinthians!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kCmDAN8NBC8/SsqE5LpTIAI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ETaLgJMI8rA/s1600-h/escudo-corinthians.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389266022015639554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kCmDAN8NBC8/SsqE5LpTIAI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ETaLgJMI8rA/s320/escudo-corinthians.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1º: Não é de time que vou falar agora! Tá certo que torço pro Timão...Mas o assunto é outro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O caso é o seguinte: O nome do meu Heart é Ronaldo, aí a Fabiih, já citada numa post anterior, e eu ficamos zoando: Ronaaaldo! Brilhas muito no Corinthians! Aahsuahsuahsuhashu' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O mais engraçado é que ele também é &lt;strong&gt;Corinthiano&lt;/strong&gt; desde pequeno...♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ele é o MEU Ronaldo! Mas como não gosto de ficar falando Ronaldo pra cá, Ronaldo pra lá...Então o nome dele pra mim é Rony e já tá bom de mais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By, &lt;em&gt;H¹&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2731109712401249523-7165233840140354249?l=passosdealguem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731109712401249523/posts/default/7165233840140354249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731109712401249523/posts/default/7165233840140354249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passosdealguem.blogspot.com/2009/10/brilhas-muito-no-corinthians.html' title='Brilhas muito no Corinthians!'/><author><name>Passos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696969130302339063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w7Xk3lHGq8g/TWb4jUpZxGI/AAAAAAAAASo/Qm6fuJZ9d2g/s220/DSC04705%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kCmDAN8NBC8/SsqE5LpTIAI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ETaLgJMI8rA/s72-c/escudo-corinthians.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731109712401249523.post-8777350315251260304</id><published>2009-10-05T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T13:43:07.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabiih</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kCmDAN8NBC8/SspaC8BTy2I/AAAAAAAAAHw/POqfYF1CybA/s1600-h/le13.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389218910620076898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kCmDAN8NBC8/SspaC8BTy2I/AAAAAAAAAHw/POqfYF1CybA/s320/le13.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bem...Se tem uma pessoa que eu falo pra caramba no msn (leia - se bem), é a Fabiih. Ela estuda comigo e tal...Mas na escola a gente nem conversa direito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nós somos muito sem noção! Wieoieoiwoeiowieowieo'. São cada Print's malucos e sub's estranhissimos que o povo vive perguntando: o que é isso? o que aconteceu? E tals...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A maioria dos prints, pra não dizer &lt;strong&gt;todos&lt;/strong&gt;, são eu que faço. Eles sempre saem nas horas mais improprias possiveis, ¬¬'. A pior parte é que coloco tudo no álbum ''Print's" do Orkut. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já os Sub's estranhos citados lá em cima vêm da nossa conversa mesmo. Quer ex°? Então tá!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Lesada é você que pergunta coisas pra uma pessoa lesada..." ----&gt; Eu mereço? Diz que não, vai...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tem algumas palavras, músicas e etc etc que a gente põe igual. Ex°:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Palavra ----&gt; Dihabo (Antes era Diabo - apelidinho carinhoso pr'um boyzinho filho da putaa...-. Aí eu fiz uma junção: Diabo + rabo = Dihabo (leia h com som de dois ''r'')....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Música ----&gt; Oxigênio, Passos escuros e Ao lado teu (Tudo HEVO84) são alguns exemplos básicos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OWIEOWIEOWIEOI'....Se aparecerem algumas zoações a mais eu faço uma post... ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By &lt;em&gt;H¹&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2731109712401249523-8777350315251260304?l=passosdealguem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731109712401249523/posts/default/8777350315251260304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731109712401249523/posts/default/8777350315251260304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passosdealguem.blogspot.com/2009/10/fabiih.html' title='Fabiih'/><author><name>Passos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696969130302339063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w7Xk3lHGq8g/TWb4jUpZxGI/AAAAAAAAASo/Qm6fuJZ9d2g/s220/DSC04705%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kCmDAN8NBC8/SspaC8BTy2I/AAAAAAAAAHw/POqfYF1CybA/s72-c/le13.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731109712401249523.post-6338458554918035346</id><published>2009-10-05T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T13:44:05.600-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flagra'/><title type='text'>Flagra!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kCmDAN8NBC8/SsodP3ogphI/AAAAAAAAAHo/fXvRKQfxip0/s1600-h/naruto1891011161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389152062571324946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kCmDAN8NBC8/SsodP3ogphI/AAAAAAAAAHo/fXvRKQfxip0/s320/naruto1891011161.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asuahsuahs'. Acabo de chegar da escola! Hoje teve uns acontecimentos que me deixaram com o ''heart'' na mão! Foi assim:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meu pai me deixou na escola logo cedo, 7:05, e então eu larguei a bolsa com meu mano (por opção....), Jão Luiz, e corri pra padaria onde o meu "love" concerteza estaria. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E estava. A gente bateu um papo e logo mais eu perguntei se ele não iria descer para o serviço, que é na esquina da minha escola. Ele confirmou que iria e nós descemos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A distância da padaria e da escola é de apenas uma quadra. Começamos a descer lentamente a rua. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando estávamos na esquina adivinha quem veio subindo de carro? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caso você não tenha conseguido entender, era o meu pai. Quase cai das pernas. Só vi ele diminuindo a velocidade, quase parou. O.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu atravessei a praça que fica na frente da escola e ele continuou reto....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chegando no almoço eu já pensei "É...Amanhã é meu enterro...". Mas nem...Minha mãe só perguntou o que eu fui fazer na padaria e meu pai que respondeu: NAMORAR...Mal sabe ele que é verdade. Muahahahahahaha....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By, &lt;em&gt;H¹&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2731109712401249523-6338458554918035346?l=passosdealguem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731109712401249523/posts/default/6338458554918035346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731109712401249523/posts/default/6338458554918035346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passosdealguem.blogspot.com/2009/10/flagra.html' title='Flagra!'/><author><name>Passos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696969130302339063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w7Xk3lHGq8g/TWb4jUpZxGI/AAAAAAAAASo/Qm6fuJZ9d2g/s220/DSC04705%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kCmDAN8NBC8/SsodP3ogphI/AAAAAAAAAHo/fXvRKQfxip0/s72-c/naruto1891011161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731109712401249523.post-2194818710054214511</id><published>2009-10-03T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T11:17:00.575-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FanFic'/><title type='text'>Fic</title><content type='html'>Talvez a maioria das pessoas, os norm no meu vocabulário (norm significa pessoa normal), não saiba da existência de fanficwriters, os escritores de fanfics.&lt;br /&gt;   Lógico, existem uns FFW (fanficwriters) que escrevem pra zoar e ainda por cima escrevem tudo errado. Mas também existem aqueles que escrevem porque sentem prazer ao faze - lo. Há algumas pessoas assim, exemplo: Kammy Engels (Eh...vocês realmente deviam conhecer a peça...), as fics dela são muuito perfeitas. Não importa se são &lt;strong&gt;hentais &lt;/strong&gt;ou &lt;strong&gt;yaois &lt;/strong&gt;ou simplesmente &lt;strong&gt;normais&lt;/strong&gt;, ela sempre dá um jeito de fazer você entrar naquela história e não querer sair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Com tudo isso eu queria dizer que em breve, muito breve, estarei postando os 5 primeiros capítulos da minha fic. Leiam e comentem se possivel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Ela se chama &lt;strong&gt;Minha História, Minha Vida&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em breve no &lt;em&gt;PASSOS&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By...H¹&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2731109712401249523-2194818710054214511?l=passosdealguem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731109712401249523/posts/default/2194818710054214511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731109712401249523/posts/default/2194818710054214511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passosdealguem.blogspot.com/2009/10/fic.html' title='Fic'/><author><name>Passos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696969130302339063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w7Xk3lHGq8g/TWb4jUpZxGI/AAAAAAAAASo/Qm6fuJZ9d2g/s220/DSC04705%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731109712401249523.post-2818709304499267996</id><published>2009-10-03T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T11:03:25.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kCmDAN8NBC8/SseNvj3vbHI/AAAAAAAAAHg/GpZ1kOVruts/s1600-h/franja.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388431327394491506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kCmDAN8NBC8/SseNvj3vbHI/AAAAAAAAAHg/GpZ1kOVruts/s320/franja.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E aí, pessoas? Acho bom começar né? Asuahushaushus'...Bem...Não vou ficar contando tuuuudo desde que eu nasci, né? Então tem uns pontos principais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aí vão:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com seis aninhos conheci um cara, era meu vizinho. Mas aí ele se mudou. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Algum tempo depois eu mudei pra rua dele...Aí sabe o que deu né? Eu com nove ele com dez... Ele era gato e tudo o mais, então a gente começou a ficar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando ele tinha doze anos ele foi morar com o pai e me deixou aqui sozinhaa...Quase meio ano depois ele voltou pra morar com a mãe. Foi num dia normal em que fui falar com ele que notei a diferença: Estava arrogante, estúpido e frio como um cubo de gelo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De lá para cá a gente conversa muito pouco ou nada. Até estes tempos eu amava esse cara...Mas ele, ou não sabia, ou nem ligava pra isso. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                              Hoje eu tou muito mais feliz do que jamais imaginei estar. Tou com um cara maravilhoso, cat, jeitoso, gentil...Em fim, tudo de bom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O problemaa é que ele tem uns pontinhos negativos aos olhos &lt;strong&gt;dos outros, &lt;/strong&gt;ex°:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;É &lt;strong&gt;sete &lt;/strong&gt;anos mais velho&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trabalha (não sei o que veem de mal nisso, mas...melhor nem discutir.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Etc, etc...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu ligo pra isso? Nem...Tou feliz com ele.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tem outros problemas também, como: meus pais não sabem de nada, só meu mano Jemp, o povo todo da escola (não sei como minha mãe não sabe, ela dá aula pra mim...), e minhas amigas Kammy, Ray e &lt;strong&gt;o &lt;/strong&gt;Leo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por enquanto é só...By &lt;strong&gt;H¹&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2731109712401249523-2818709304499267996?l=passosdealguem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731109712401249523/posts/default/2818709304499267996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731109712401249523/posts/default/2818709304499267996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passosdealguem.blogspot.com/2009/10/amor.html' title='Amor...'/><author><name>Passos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696969130302339063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w7Xk3lHGq8g/TWb4jUpZxGI/AAAAAAAAASo/Qm6fuJZ9d2g/s220/DSC04705%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kCmDAN8NBC8/SseNvj3vbHI/AAAAAAAAAHg/GpZ1kOVruts/s72-c/franja.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2731109712401249523.post-3860745774184849692</id><published>2009-10-03T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T10:08:57.489-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apresentação'/><title type='text'>Apresentação (Mini...¬¬)</title><content type='html'>Já me aconteceram muitas coisas...Então acho que vai demorar pra eu conseguir escrever até o presente...&lt;br /&gt;   Mas só pra apresentação...Me chamo Jeovanna Lethycia, tenho 13 anos...Adoroo escrever e me comunicar...Então tive que pesquisar por um tempo na net pra achar como fazer o blog...¬¬'&lt;br /&gt;   Só quero ver o que vai dar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Obrigada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2731109712401249523-3860745774184849692?l=passosdealguem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731109712401249523/posts/default/3860745774184849692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2731109712401249523/posts/default/3860745774184849692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passosdealguem.blogspot.com/2009/10/apresentacao-mini.html' title='Apresentação (Mini...¬¬)'/><author><name>Passos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01696969130302339063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w7Xk3lHGq8g/TWb4jUpZxGI/AAAAAAAAASo/Qm6fuJZ9d2g/s220/DSC04705%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
