<?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-6265195880313805836</id><updated>2012-02-03T11:39:50.760-08:00</updated><category term='videos que gosto'/><category term='uw'/><category term='musica pra quem esta apaixonado'/><category term='coisas afins e pra sempre lembrar'/><category term='fotos da galera e do amor...'/><title type='text'>DESVENTURAS</title><subtitle type='html'>"UM BRINDE AOS PALAVROES"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>326</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-8779598983148241085</id><published>2012-02-03T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T11:39:50.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu teste Grafologico!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="97%" align="center"&gt;     &lt;tbody&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;             &lt;td height="106" valign="top" width="589"&gt;             &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#993300"&gt;Col&amp;eacute;rico&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#ff3366"&gt;(Emotivo Ativo Prim&amp;aacute;rio)&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Arial"&gt;Sobre o S&amp;iacute;mbolo: a parte maior do Tao, o Yang, prevalece sobre o feminino Yin. Aqui temos uma mistura potencialmente explosiva de instinto e rea&amp;ccedil;&amp;otilde;es r&amp;aacute;pidas (A parte mais escura). O lado menor feminino encontra-se na reg&amp;ecirc;ncia da Emotividade, mas n&amp;atilde;o recebe sustento permanente (n&amp;atilde;o temos encaixe que segure o lado menor) fazendo com que as pessoas em fase de desarmonia tenham atitudes &amp;agrave;s vezes impulsivas ou destrutivas. &amp;Eacute; o s&amp;iacute;mbolo dos altos maravilhosos e dos baixos que podem atrapalhar os relacionamentos.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Arial"&gt;Sobre o tipo Col&amp;eacute;rico: Generosos, cordiais, cheios de vitalidade e de exuber&amp;acirc;ncia. Otimistas, geralmente de bom humor, t&amp;ecirc;m muitas vezes falta de gosto e de medidas. Sua atividade &amp;eacute; intensa e mutante, por&amp;eacute;m m&amp;uacute;ltipla. Interessam-se pela pol&amp;iacute;tica; cr&amp;ecirc;em no progresso e s&amp;atilde;o, de bom grado, revolucion&amp;aacute;rios. S&amp;atilde;o dotados geralmente de aptid&amp;otilde;es orat&amp;oacute;rias e cheios de impetuosidade e condutores de homens.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Valor dominante: a a&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o. &lt;br /&gt; O termo Col&amp;eacute;rico corre o risco de causar confus&amp;atilde;o, por evocar a id&amp;eacute;ia de c&amp;oacute;lera. Ora, se os &lt;font color="#003333"&gt;Emotivos Ativos Prim&amp;aacute;rios&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#ff3366"&gt; -&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; E.A.P.- explodem &amp;agrave;s vezes em c&amp;oacute;lera violenta. Isso n&amp;atilde;o constitui de modo algum, um tra&amp;ccedil;o permanente, nem mesmo dominante de seu comportamento. Tamb&amp;eacute;m podem ser denominados din&amp;acirc;micos, visto que a const&amp;acirc;ncia de seu ardor pelo trabalho e o extraordin&amp;aacute;rio consumo de energia &amp;agrave; qual se entregam constituem sua maior caracter&amp;iacute;stica.&lt;br /&gt; Os din&amp;acirc;micos s&amp;atilde;o feitos para a a&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o improvisada, quer se lancem em um empreendimento sob o efeito do entusiasmo devido a sua emotividade, quer se comprazem com as respostas que se esmeram em dar diante de situa&amp;ccedil;&amp;otilde;es que exigem respostas imediatas. Do mesmo modo, desde que uma tarefa esteja conclu&amp;iacute;da, e algumas vezes, mesmo quando est&amp;aacute; somente em vias de conclus&amp;atilde;o, investem em outro sentido.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Tamb&amp;eacute;m &amp;eacute; muito comum v&amp;ecirc;-los na lideran&amp;ccedil;a das a&amp;ccedil;&amp;otilde;es. S&amp;atilde;o homens ou mulheres, que se revelam nas situa&amp;ccedil;&amp;otilde;es graves e s&amp;atilde;o necess&amp;aacute;rias grandes infelicidades para derrub&amp;aacute;-los. Ainda carregam o segredo das recupera&amp;ccedil;&amp;otilde;es espetaculares.&lt;br /&gt; O repouso e todas as formas de inatividades lhes incomodam; ao inv&amp;eacute;s de cruzarem os bra&amp;ccedil;os, preferem inventar um trabalho. Tamb&amp;eacute;m isso n&amp;atilde;o deixa de ter seus inconvenientes: a precipita&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o, o esp&amp;iacute;rito de aventura, a temeridade, a dispers&amp;atilde;o, a permanente hipertens&amp;atilde;o, o enfarte os espreitam.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Seus sentimentos sofrem os mesmos excessos e sua const&amp;acirc;ncia &amp;eacute; problem&amp;aacute;tica. Seus entusiasmos pelas id&amp;eacute;ias ou pelas pessoas resultam &amp;agrave;s vezes em condena&amp;ccedil;&amp;otilde;es inapel&amp;aacute;veis que podem ser apenas provis&amp;oacute;rias.&lt;br /&gt; S&amp;atilde;o inflex&amp;iacute;veis com os fracos ou com os hesitantes. Necessitam de companheiros ardentes e infatig&amp;aacute;veis como eles. Gostam de rodear-se de muita gente, o que confere variedade e fugacidade aos interc&amp;acirc;mbios pessoais por que nutrem verdadeira paix&amp;atilde;o.&lt;br /&gt; O papel de l&amp;iacute;der, de pol&amp;iacute;tico ou de apresentador lhes conv&amp;eacute;m maravilhosamente. Na polaridade desarm&amp;ocirc;nica podem apresentar estados man&amp;iacute;aco-depressivos.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="98%"&gt;     &lt;tbody&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;             &lt;td width="100%"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Arial"&gt;A Harmonia predomina nas 3 &amp;aacute;reas de sua personalidade. (Mente, Corpo e Espirito) Os ideais, as aspira&amp;ccedil;&amp;otilde;es e a intelectualidade (A parte superior da letra), encontram se em equil&amp;iacute;brio com a express&amp;atilde;o dos sentimentos, o bom senso, a atua&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o no dia a dia (A parte mediana) e com o aspecto f&amp;iacute;sico, sexual, instintivo do seu ser, a parte &amp;quot;terra&amp;quot; da nossa exist&amp;ecirc;ncia. O balanceamento mostra que as potencialidades est&amp;atilde;o dispon&amp;iacute;veis e que o caminho pela estrada da vida ser&amp;aacute; produtivo e apropriado, levando em conta a caracter&amp;iacute;stica b&amp;aacute;sica que &amp;eacute; o tipo psicol&amp;oacute;gico acima descrito. Todos os centros energ&amp;eacute;ticos (chacras) est&amp;atilde;o abertos e equilibrados. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="98%"&gt;     &lt;tbody&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;             &lt;td width="100%"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Arial"&gt;H&amp;aacute; uma necessidade de que seu ponto de vista seja vencedor, de que suas opini&amp;otilde;es venham a prevalecer e que seu espa&amp;ccedil;o seja respeitado. Mas est&amp;aacute; dispon&amp;iacute;vel para o dialogo, apelando para o bom senso e o interesse do grupo. Sabe ceder se necess&amp;aacute;rio, mas n&amp;atilde;o abre m&amp;atilde;o de seu ideal e sua liberdade. Sabe ouvir seus oponentes e argumenta com firmeza mas normalmente com sensibilidade. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="98%"&gt;     &lt;tbody&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;             &lt;td width="100%"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Arial"&gt;V. tende a abra&amp;ccedil;ar o mundo - &amp;eacute; como pessoa de bra&amp;ccedil;os abertos avan&amp;ccedil;ando para a frente - dependendo da inclina&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o - com maior ou menor expans&amp;atilde;o. Pode estar normalmente preocupado com aquilo que estar&amp;atilde;o fazendo para com o mundo. V. luta com ardor para conseguir seus objetivos e interage com firmeza em qualquer situa&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o de confronto. Geralmente V. &amp;eacute; pessoa extrovertida, socialmente consciente, e por vezes buscando status ou aprova&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o com implac&amp;aacute;vel for&amp;ccedil;a de vontade&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265195880313805836-8779598983148241085?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/8779598983148241085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/8779598983148241085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2012/02/meu-teste-grafologico.html' title='Meu teste Grafologico!'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-1103357377422346701</id><published>2012-02-03T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T07:39:37.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Levando em consideração</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt; Primeiro para decidirmos o que deve ser feito enquanto se esta fazendo &amp;eacute; bem complicado. &amp;eacute; bom sentar-se a frente. prox ao problema para que possamos identificar com clareza aquilo que fazemos... &lt;br /&gt; E sempre nos perguntar os verdadeiros &amp;quot;porques&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt; Quando n&amp;atilde;o achamos raz&amp;atilde;o para algumas fatos que nos fazem perder aquelas estrelas....&lt;br /&gt; Sempre defino o barulho do vazio... quando a do fundo do copo + canudo.. sabe quando queremos tomar o que sobrou e junto com o &amp;uacute;ltimo liquido vem o ar e faz aquele barulho.. pois ent&amp;atilde;o... &amp;eacute; desta forma que eu &lt;span id="1328283881761S" style="display: none"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;sinto que minha alma anda fazendo...&lt;br /&gt; Parece que meu cora&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o t&amp;aacute; vazio. e que meu desespero &amp;eacute; inacalm&amp;aacute;vel (e existe esta palavra por acaso?).&lt;br /&gt; Enfim.. animada eu estou.. mas falta sempre alguma coisa neh... (to egoisa). i da&amp;iacute;! &lt;br /&gt; Cade aquele bot&amp;atilde;o : FUCK&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: medium"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ff0000"&gt;[&amp;nbsp; ]&amp;nbsp;NOW&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;ou&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: #00ff00"&gt;&amp;nbsp; [&amp;nbsp; ]LATER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #00ff00"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #00ff00"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ffffff"&gt;O momento n&amp;atilde;o pede isso.. pede amor..&amp;nbsp; e acho que &amp;eacute; disso que eu to precisando!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Ontem tatoo bar.. 1 cerveja (long) e 1 dose pura de blue;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; quer mais tranquilidade que isso?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; ent&amp;atilde;o?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #00ff00"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265195880313805836-1103357377422346701?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/1103357377422346701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/1103357377422346701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2012/02/levando-em-consideracao.html' title='Levando em consideração'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-1106613963175676627</id><published>2012-02-03T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T05:47:48.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Animada!</title><content type='html'>Meu primeiro post via Celular!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Interessante.. pq atualizo atrav&amp;eacute;s de emails tamb&amp;eacute;m.. faz&amp;nbsp; muito tempo que n&amp;atilde;o escrevo com calma as coisas que est&amp;atilde;o me atormentando. ou sobre o que tem me atormentado. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Viver a vida inconsequentemente, adiantar algumas coisas.&lt;br /&gt; e descobrir o quanto as pessoas que est&amp;atilde;o a sua volta s&amp;atilde;o em demasia importantissimmoss..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; as vezes relaxamos achamos que esta tudo bem.. mas n&amp;atilde;o. ai vem a mar&amp;eacute;.. ela enxe e nos obriga&amp;nbsp;a tomarmos uma posi&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o na vida!&lt;br /&gt; balan&amp;ccedil;o geral?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; T&amp;ocirc; feliz. tenho meu gi comigo.&lt;br /&gt; to feliz... por morar agora sobre minha responsabilidade.&lt;br /&gt; O apto &amp;eacute; pequeno mas &amp;eacute; muito bom e bem divididinho... fora que sa&amp;iacute; do sitio para morar no centro.&lt;br /&gt; (isso deve ter alguma vantagem&amp;nbsp; &amp;not;&amp;not;).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Todas as escolhas que fazemos tem pre&amp;ccedil;o... e ser&amp;aacute; que estamos pronto para pagar por elas?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Aulas come&amp;ccedil;ando.&lt;br /&gt; e que 2012 que eu n&amp;atilde;o tinha pedido nenhuma mudan&amp;ccedil;a.. e que nos tras tantas novidades seja &amp;oacute;timo...&lt;br /&gt; vida escolar e todo o resto.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; agora &amp;eacute; o momento da paz ou n&amp;atilde;o?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; nada melhor que bjos antes do trabalho!&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/6265195880313805836-1106613963175676627?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/1106613963175676627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/1106613963175676627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2012/02/animada.html' title='Animada!'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-1581555779260744582</id><published>2012-01-27T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T14:10:31.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..... dia!</title><content type='html'>enquantoooo os diassss passammmmmm.... &lt;br /&gt;os corpos ficammmm &lt;br /&gt;podresssss&lt;br /&gt;verdes&lt;br /&gt;o que eh demais.... oque éh de menossss......&lt;br /&gt;alma de escuridão... &lt;br /&gt;qual a medida do amor?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;me diz qual a solução pra corpos podres?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265195880313805836-1581555779260744582?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/1581555779260744582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/1581555779260744582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2012/01/dia.html' title='..... dia!'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-6735961520516027297</id><published>2012-01-16T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T12:25:59.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O qto vc espera da realidade?</title><content type='html'>Medo. Justiça. Coencidencia. Tem coisas. Atitudes que eu tenho ctz que nao irei cometer. Fazer. Se algumas pessoas tem medo da realidade e pq nao vive nela. A minha irma disse que todos um dia vivemos a historia de Jaco. Mas quanto temos que provar. A unica certeza que temos que o q plantamos colheremos. E que na vida o preco ta sempre justo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265195880313805836-6735961520516027297?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/6735961520516027297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/6735961520516027297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-qto-vc-espera-da-realidade.html' title='O qto vc espera da realidade?'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-5565740716307956765</id><published>2012-01-13T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T13:13:29.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida nao eh igual a de juno---</title><content type='html'>Quanto acreditar... Por quantas passar pela mesma coisa...      Quanto vale as vezes o amor de pai... Talves soh quando c perde.... Outras zoras cansa pra caralho.... As vezes parece q nao c tem pra onde voltar. E outras com o coraçao partido. Nao entende e parece ser mais facil antecipar... Como se as vezes fica apenas esperando o pior.... E o q sobrará? As vezes eh uma pergunta que eu tenho ate de pensar pq na vdd jah sei a resposta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265195880313805836-5565740716307956765?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/5565740716307956765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/5565740716307956765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2012/01/vida-nao-eh-igual-de-juno.html' title='A vida nao eh igual a de juno---'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-6442930888346837597</id><published>2012-01-09T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T15:29:34.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 ano e 1 mes - foto de faz tempo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lo2nB0WDNog/Twt4SHYU7RI/AAAAAAAAAk4/6esY9qdbvCM/s1600/DSC06403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lo2nB0WDNog/Twt4SHYU7RI/AAAAAAAAAk4/6esY9qdbvCM/s400/DSC06403.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695778406354185490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu e ele pq....&lt;br /&gt;é sempre demais..&lt;br /&gt;cada minuto..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e pode falar o que quiser.&lt;br /&gt;quem sabe eh apenas eu e ele!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265195880313805836-6442930888346837597?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/6442930888346837597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/6442930888346837597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2012/01/1-ano-e-1-mes-foto-de-faz-tempo.html' title='1 ano e 1 mes - foto de faz tempo!'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lo2nB0WDNog/Twt4SHYU7RI/AAAAAAAAAk4/6esY9qdbvCM/s72-c/DSC06403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-9189583633193463153</id><published>2012-01-06T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T14:01:28.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Juju Carente -- demaissss kkkkk</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/veePqsWp6i0?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265195880313805836-9189583633193463153?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/9189583633193463153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/9189583633193463153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2012/01/juju-carente-demaissss-kkkkk.html' title='Juju Carente -- demaissss kkkkk'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/veePqsWp6i0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-2313369507812475069</id><published>2012-01-05T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T14:44:14.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAUDADE DELAS... CAMPINEIRASSS QUE EU AMOOO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KpeII8EK9Nk/TwYnYIua1lI/AAAAAAAAAks/Fb74FUhPnLE/s1600/384336_194825207266693_100002176441042_439098_895849756_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KpeII8EK9Nk/TwYnYIua1lI/AAAAAAAAAks/Fb74FUhPnLE/s400/384336_194825207266693_100002176441042_439098_895849756_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694282074469094994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LI, DANE,MARCELA,MAILA E EU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265195880313805836-2313369507812475069?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/2313369507812475069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/2313369507812475069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2012/01/saudade-delas-campineirasss-que-eu.html' title='SAUDADE DELAS... 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an an&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;animada?&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;espero que o que aconteceu na noite e no dia do primeiro dia do ano.. aconteça com o restante do tempo.. dos otros trezentos e tantos dias que faltammmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hora de organizar planos..&lt;br /&gt;por em prática outros...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e que o amor sempre prevaleça!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu e o gi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265195880313805836-2784517969804061602?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/2784517969804061602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/2784517969804061602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2012/01/dia-primeiro-de-ano.html' title='dia primeiro de ano'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-3249768670512798273</id><published>2011-12-31T19:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T19:41:01.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pois eh</title><content type='html'>as vezes o que queremos é o minimo..&lt;br /&gt;mas nao podemos refletir nos outros o que queremos pra nós...&lt;br /&gt;nem sempre o que pensamos é o mesmo do outro...&lt;br /&gt;o que valorizamos ou sei la o que podemos fazer,...&lt;br /&gt;não sei... nao sei mesmo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decepção?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to cansada de desejar 2012 ótimooo e cheio daquelas balelas....&lt;br /&gt;o futuro nao existe...&lt;br /&gt;entao racionalmente 2012 será bom.... se nos quisermos..&lt;br /&gt;tipo um eco...&lt;br /&gt;se falarmos, fazermos... depende de nossas ações.. para que algo aconteça, sem sombra de duvida...voltara aquilo que mandamos.... neh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;então não espere, faça vc mesmo... &lt;br /&gt;ninguém gostara mais de vc do que vc proprio....&lt;br /&gt;e claro sua familia.. mesmo sangue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;começar o ano pessimista? não..&lt;br /&gt;mais centrada.. mais dentro da realidade...&lt;br /&gt;pq nao adianta... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como diria uns roqueiros ai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265195880313805836-3249768670512798273?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/3249768670512798273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/3249768670512798273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2011/12/pois-eh.html' title='pois eh'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-3482941631514439861</id><published>2011-12-29T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T14:02:59.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>final de ano... e sua boa ação?</title><content type='html'>...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se pudessemos demonstrar atraves de musicas, seriados o que aconteceu nossas vidas...&lt;br /&gt;teria como seriado de infancia - "anos incriveis", teria como musica uma que chama "hum hum", uma comida? bolacha maizena com margarina... coisas que eu e minhas irmas pequenas faziamos muito!&lt;br /&gt;um cheiro daquela epoca? macarrao de domingo na casa da vó! &lt;br /&gt;trilha para os desamores? zoavamos com o leonardo no "abandonadddoooo por vc" que minha irma mais velha ( que daki a 3 meses será mãe, e eu uma tia) aumentava.. e no que era desesperador.... nós riamos...&lt;br /&gt;e diz ai quanta coisa desnecessaria..dizer que adolescentes tem problemas é redundancia... dizer que acreditamos em tudo... nesta idade... sim, acreditamos até em nós mesmo..e hoje tememos muito mais coisas....&lt;br /&gt;com 17 anos.. entrava em carro de uma amigo.. que tinha acabado de tirar carta.. e iamos de um lugar para o outro em uma musica do ramones.. vixxeee será que quem estava no carro aquelas vezes e hj beira os trinta.. se lembra disso?&lt;br /&gt;bem..&lt;br /&gt;com a idade vem o peso.. vem a responsabilidade. vem o querer ser alguem..&lt;br /&gt;vem projetos cobranca;; dinheiro....&lt;br /&gt;e dinheiro nao apenas para uma dose de conhaque... ou para comprar spray de parede!vida séria... planos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e não da pra se arrepender do tempo passar...&lt;br /&gt;pq sempre temos as melhores escolhas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e se erramos.. (Fazer o que né) &lt;br /&gt;e se acertamos.! aiii simm heimm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bom que 2012.. seja fudido.&lt;br /&gt;e desejo para todas as pessoas o mesmo que elas desejarem pra mim... &lt;br /&gt;e estou certo que as maldades que fiz foram absolvidas... e as que me fizeram, aaa estas estao absolvidas também...&lt;br /&gt;pq a conciência tranquila não tem preço!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;é isso ai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 foi inesquecivel.... &lt;br /&gt;e 2012 vai ser também..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;irmas,, familia, amor, amigos, puc.&lt;br /&gt;é foi um ano incrivel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265195880313805836-3482941631514439861?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/3482941631514439861'/><link rel='self' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/XxZtdcHwQuY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-6522091892528368775</id><published>2011-12-26T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T14:31:00.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>este dia no inferno foi fudidooo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/f0EiscnPaag?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265195880313805836-6522091892528368775?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-404009471097902349</id><published>2011-12-25T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T18:14:48.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UiBtxOX42aY/TvfYjLIwXYI/AAAAAAAAAkU/siVtEy0LBNE/s1600/de-arvore-de-natal-para-colorir-4-4-objectos.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UiBtxOX42aY/TvfYjLIwXYI/AAAAAAAAAkU/siVtEy0LBNE/s400/de-arvore-de-natal-para-colorir-4-4-objectos.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690254753002446210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final de semana de natal....&lt;br /&gt;Perfeito...&lt;br /&gt;familia, amor...&lt;br /&gt;pipoca oleosa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e assistir Warriors&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Elvis... mas numa versão zumbilly que ainda inspirou minha tatuagem!&lt;br /&gt;ooo adoro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dia de ontem -- ir daqui ate campinas soh pra pegar um cineminha...no d.pedro - &lt;br /&gt;ta vale a pena..&lt;br /&gt;chegar tarde...&lt;br /&gt;mas hj eh quinta.. e nao quero que seja de quinta nunca... pois a um bom tempo ela nao vem sendo mais desta categoria... rs&lt;br /&gt;é amor neh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trabalho e outras coisas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fika a dika - ai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265195880313805836-7369873440285367168?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/7369873440285367168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/7369873440285367168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2011/12/spinballs.html' title='spinballs'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-1784890911539257598</id><published>2011-12-19T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T15:53:19.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>motivos pra casar com um historiador!</title><content type='html'>http://miocitos.wordpress.com/2011/12/16/12-motivos-para-casar-com-um-historiador/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Ele pode parecer revoltado, anarquista, socialista, mas no fundo ele só quer o bem de todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então você jamais estará do lado de uma pessoa individualista, pois como estudante de humanas ele sempre pensará no todo e não somente nele mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;completo no site!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265195880313805836-1784890911539257598?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/1784890911539257598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/1784890911539257598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2011/12/motivos-pra-casar-com-um-historiador.html' title='motivos pra casar com um historiador!'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-3009118281494367967</id><published>2011-12-18T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T16:56:12.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>final de semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o meu final de semana começou na quinta...&lt;br /&gt;e no domingo.. tem coisa melhor que cerveja com o sogro e jogar god of war?&lt;br /&gt;é não tem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pior que agora nao consigo nao parar de pensar em jogar o jogo.. carai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tenho pessoas importantes demais na minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e soh pra constar.. é claro que o nariz chega antes.. mas isso é em qq pessoa..&lt;br /&gt;rsrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fazer o que neh? arrancar ele?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265195880313805836-3009118281494367967?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/3009118281494367967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/3009118281494367967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2011/12/final-de-semana.html' title='final de semana'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-3606225255740771569</id><published>2011-12-14T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T14:24:57.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>emonácea</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cpm22 - um minuto para o fim do mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me sinto só...&lt;br /&gt;Mas quem é que nunca se sentiu assim&lt;br /&gt;Procurando um caminho pra seguir,&lt;br /&gt;Uma direção - respostas&lt;br /&gt;Um minuto para o fim do mundo,&lt;br /&gt;Toda sua vida em 60 segundos&lt;br /&gt;Uma volta no ponteiro do relógio pra viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo corre contra mim, sempre foi assim e sempre vai ser...&lt;br /&gt;Vivendo apenas pra vencer a falta que me faz você&lt;br /&gt;De olhos fechados eu tento esconder a dor agora&lt;br /&gt;Por favor entenda, eu preciso ir embora porque...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando estou com você&lt;br /&gt;Sinto meu mundo acabar,&lt;br /&gt;perco meu chão sob os meus pés&lt;br /&gt;Me falta o ar pra respirar&lt;br /&gt;E só de pensar em te perder por um segundo,&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que isso é o fim do mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volto o relógio para trás tentando adiar o fim,&lt;br /&gt;Tentando esconder o medo de te perder quando me sinto assim&lt;br /&gt;De olhos fechados eu tento enganar meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Fugir pra outro lugar em uma outra direção porque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando estou com você&lt;br /&gt;Sinto meu mundo acabar&lt;br /&gt;Perco meu chão sobre os meus pés&lt;br /&gt;Me falta o ar pra respirar&lt;br /&gt;E só de pensar em te perder por um segundo&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que isso é o fim do mundo(Bis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que isso é o fim do mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que isso é o fim...(2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que isso é o fim do mundo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265195880313805836-3606225255740771569?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/3606225255740771569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/3606225255740771569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2011/12/emonacea.html' title='emonácea'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-6412139754840800889</id><published>2011-12-13T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T14:12:55.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Todo dia enfrente pelo menos uma coisa, a qual tenha medo de verdade!</title><content type='html'>Filtro solar!&lt;br /&gt;Nunca deixem de usar o filtro solar&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse dar só uma dica sobre o futuro&lt;br /&gt;seria esta: usem o filtro solar!&lt;br /&gt;Os benefícios a longo prazo do uso de Filtro Solar estão provados e comprovados pela ciência,&lt;br /&gt;Já o resto de meus conselhos não tem outra base confiável além de minha própria experiência errante.&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora eu vou compartilhar esses conselhos com vocês...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aproveite bem, o máximo que puder, o poder e a beleza da&lt;br /&gt;juventude.&lt;br /&gt;Ou, então, esquece... Você nunca vai entender mesmo o poder e a beleza da juventude&lt;br /&gt;até que tenham se apagado.&lt;br /&gt;Mas pode crer que daqui a vinte anos você vai evocar as suas fotos,&lt;br /&gt;E perceber de um jeito que você nem desconfia hoje em dia,&lt;br /&gt;Quantas, tantas alternativas se escancaravam a sua frente.&lt;br /&gt;E como você realmente estava com tudo em cima,&lt;br /&gt;Você não está gordo ou gorda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se preocupe com o futuro.&lt;br /&gt;Ou então preocupe-se, se quiser, mas saiba que&lt;br /&gt;pré-ocupação é tão eficaz quanto mascar chiclete para tentar&lt;br /&gt;resolver uma&lt;br /&gt;equação de álgebra.&lt;br /&gt;As encrencas de verdade em sua vida tendem a vir de coisas que nunca passaram pela sua cabeça preocupada,&lt;br /&gt;E te pegam no ponto fraco às 4 da tarde de uma terça-feira modorrenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo dia, enfrente pelo menos uma coisa que te meta medo de verdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cometários? mande no meu email. sem ser anonimo tem coragem?&lt;br /&gt;danil4_@hotmail.com a disposição!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265195880313805836-6412139754840800889?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/6412139754840800889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/6412139754840800889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2011/12/todo-dia-enfrente-pelo-menos-uma-coisa.html' title='Todo dia enfrente pelo menos uma coisa, a qual tenha medo de verdade!'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-2185012699914601677</id><published>2011-12-12T16:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T16:05:29.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- 1 ano</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZhihFMD-Gc/TuaWuglvWfI/AAAAAAAAAkI/DG1EcT_XRBU/s1600/DSC01982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZhihFMD-Gc/TuaWuglvWfI/AAAAAAAAAkI/DG1EcT_XRBU/s400/DSC01982.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685397305368205810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265195880313805836-2185012699914601677?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/2185012699914601677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/2185012699914601677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2011/12/1-ano_12.html' title='- 1 ano'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZhihFMD-Gc/TuaWuglvWfI/AAAAAAAAAkI/DG1EcT_XRBU/s72-c/DSC01982.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-6975000373956084273</id><published>2011-12-07T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T17:18:30.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>p.u.n.x</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nz3jZWGiAJk/TuAQUudugDI/AAAAAAAAAjs/RhfnjzxqZtI/s1600/flyer014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nz3jZWGiAJk/TuAQUudugDI/AAAAAAAAAjs/RhfnjzxqZtI/s400/flyer014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683560677997707314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265195880313805836-6975000373956084273?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/6975000373956084273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/6975000373956084273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2011/12/punx.html' title='p.u.n.x'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nz3jZWGiAJk/TuAQUudugDI/AAAAAAAAAjs/RhfnjzxqZtI/s72-c/flyer014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-8673822578566347899</id><published>2011-12-07T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T14:27:38.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dia péssimo no trabalho!</title><content type='html'>Hoje eu tive um dia péssimo no trabalho..&lt;br /&gt;claro nem tudo é feito de maravilhas neh.. &lt;br /&gt;mas quando estamos apoiados profissionalmente em alguém é foda;&lt;br /&gt;certo que hj especialmente nao tinha dominio do que estava fazendo! assumi riscos e tenho que arcar com eles...&lt;br /&gt;hj li um "shakespeare" que vou postar uns trecho sensacional...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Depois de algum tempo você aprende a diferença, &lt;br /&gt;A sutil diferença entre dar uma mão e acorrentar uma alma, &lt;br /&gt;E você aprende que amar não é apoiar-se &lt;br /&gt;E que companhia nem sempre significa segurança, &lt;br /&gt;E começa aprender que beijos não são contratos, &lt;br /&gt;E presentes não são promessas. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e  que&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aprende que falar pode curar dores emocionais &lt;br /&gt;Descobre que se leva anos para construir uma confiança &lt;br /&gt;E apenas segundos para destruí-la. &lt;br /&gt;E que você pode fazer coisas em um instante, &lt;br /&gt;Das quais se arrependerá pelo resto de sua vida. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e completo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aqui&lt;br /&gt;http://www.usinadeletras.com.br/exibelotexto.php?cod=66773&amp;cat=Poesias&amp;vinda=S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265195880313805836-8673822578566347899?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/8673822578566347899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/8673822578566347899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2011/12/dia-pessimo-no-trabalho.html' title='dia péssimo no trabalho!'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-4732256448278487135</id><published>2011-12-05T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T18:38:02.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VOLTANDO aos velhos tempos</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://mundocanibal.com.br/incorporar/1090/" width="615" height="459" scrolling="no" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265195880313805836-4732256448278487135?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/4732256448278487135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/4732256448278487135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2011/12/voltando-aos-velhos-tempos.html' title='VOLTANDO aos velhos tempos'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-6333270366988148504</id><published>2011-12-04T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T14:55:24.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RECEITA DE ANO NOVO (Carlos Drummond de Andrade)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;faz 20 anos que posto isso&lt;br /&gt;mas se ler linha por linha&lt;br /&gt;é perfeito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para você ganhar belíssimo Ano Novo...&lt;br /&gt;Não precisa fazer lista de boas intenções para arquivá-las na Gaveta.&lt;br /&gt;Não precisa chorar de arrependimento pelas besteiras consumadas nem parvamente acreditar que por decreto da esperança a partir de Janeiro as coisas mudem e seja claridade,recompensa, justiça entre os homens e as nações, liberdade com cheiro egosto de pão matinal, direitos respeitados,começando pelo direito augusto de viver. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para ganhar um ano-novo que mereça este nome, você, meu caro, tem de merecê-lo, tem de fazê-lo novo, Eu sei que não é fácil mas tente,experimente, consciente. É dentro de você que o Ano Novo cochila e espera desde sempre. Um maravilhoso Ano Novo para você !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265195880313805836-6333270366988148504?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/6333270366988148504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/6333270366988148504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2011/12/receita-de-ano-novo-carlos-drummond-de.html' title='RECEITA DE ANO NOVO (Carlos Drummond de Andrade)'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-7264890047629522307</id><published>2011-12-01T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T15:40:09.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Killers - When You Were Young - eu adoro issoooo de vdd</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ff0oWESdmH0?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" height="270" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265195880313805836-7264890047629522307?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/7264890047629522307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/7264890047629522307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2011/12/killers-when-you-were-young-eu-adoro.html' title='The Killers - When You Were Young - eu adoro issoooo de vdd'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ff0oWESdmH0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-9109791003733261056</id><published>2011-12-01T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T15:29:26.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misfits - Saturday Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XobHupqgNu4?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="459" height="344" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265195880313805836-9109791003733261056?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/9109791003733261056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/9109791003733261056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2011/12/misfits-saturday-night.html' title='Misfits - Saturday Night'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/XobHupqgNu4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-1459441436049270551</id><published>2011-11-30T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T19:08:53.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>e a culpa é de quem?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;culpo quem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;algumas pessoas se acham filosofas, ou poetas... donas da verdade.. já cansei de dizer = não é pq se tem acesso a internet vc se tornou poeta escritor ou algo assim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;deve a falta de interesse, a hora ou mesmo apenas eu. um ser chato quase sem graça que só sabe errar. e causar aquela velha impressão...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;cansa as vezes ser assim... ou talvez qual a visão que as pessoas tem de vc... juro as vezes não me importo com isso... mas nossa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;muda de sentimento de tristeza com aqueles segredos de liquidificador. pecado sozinho...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu a bruxa malvada que não tem nenhuma maçã envenenada, nem um forno quentinho para assar as crianças joão e maria, nem uma princesa em um castelo com tranças, e muito menos alguém para amaldiçoar com um sono eterno a espera de um principe que se quer saberá que irá vir.. ou pode ser algo verde e gosmento também, incerto? pense bem, triste!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ser a bruxa e não poder fazer mal a ninguém?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ou mesmo estar do outro lado... e não ter nenhum rapunstisken para ajudar transformar palha em ouro, ter 7 amiguinhos, um principe que suba em seus cabelos, ou mesmo não perceber a ervilha embaixo dos colchões.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;a vida pode parecer chata e sem graça se não temos migalhas de pão para espalhar por ai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;é e é chato isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265195880313805836-1459441436049270551?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/1459441436049270551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/1459441436049270551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2011/11/e-culpa-e-de-quem.html' title='e a culpa é de quem?'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-1230254897762990660</id><published>2011-11-27T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T17:11:07.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>punk em tiete</title><content type='html'>dzk&lt;br /&gt;88não&lt;br /&gt;subviventes&lt;br /&gt;juventude maldita&lt;br /&gt;restos de aborto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não vi tudo o que eu queria!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chuva+amor+viagem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não tem preço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fora que até os inforturnios deram certo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e no domingo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tocar violão pra mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soh me resta ainda ficar mais apaixonada&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265195880313805836-1230254897762990660?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/1230254897762990660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/1230254897762990660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2011/11/punk-em-tiete.html' title='punk em tiete'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-8959502601607702080</id><published>2011-11-25T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T14:19:27.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christina Perri - Jar of Hearts Official Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8v_4O44sfjM?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" height="270" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ela eh lindaaaaaaaaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265195880313805836-8959502601607702080?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/8959502601607702080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/8959502601607702080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2011/11/christina-perri-jar-of-hearts-official.html' title='Christina Perri - Jar of Hearts Official Video'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7AopFErOwGQ/TsrSSru5qhI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/vYoCQmGq8cA/s1600/btwd23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677581498672851474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7AopFErOwGQ/TsrSSru5qhI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/vYoCQmGq8cA/s400/btwd23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677580634186566706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 415px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NKVIcQdYbvY/TsrRgXRTzDI/AAAAAAAAAjE/FVoaUWS5mUY/s400/btwd16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6265195880313805836-3504173062721251929?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-1775419923140497532</id><published>2011-11-21T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T14:17:49.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>efervecente pastilha de eno do rockandroll</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;comentários desinteressantes.. como qq coisa já diz. putas sem graça com ares de arrogancia sem nome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ruim como aquele bege sem graça.. que c parece uma maizena... quando se parece um hipe 70 e ainda nem tem 20 anos de idade? pois é.. é como algumas coisas me parecem as vezes... Não é que não gosto de ser criticada ou mesmo contrariada.. mas tem que ter argumento que me convença e não impor a opnião ridicula e tendensiosa. sem base ou com pouca informação!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gosto que me quebrem nos argumento.. que valorizem as falhas e que o dialogo tenha estrutura.. nem que seja uma porcaria de estrutura..mas que tenha nehh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não gosto de quem se julga tão importante que é capaz de ser acordado no meio da noite.. háa que puta sacanagem com minha cara essa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;pois é.. pior do que um cara falando que uma puta da augusta é inteligente apenas para pode comer ela de graça. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;faça o favor e vá se fuder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265195880313805836-1775419923140497532?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/1775419923140497532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/1775419923140497532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2011/11/efervecente-pastilha-de-eno-do.html' title='efervecente pastilha de eno do rockandroll'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-4451895657604744613</id><published>2011-11-21T14:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T14:55:16.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>crítica a um supermercado!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Os supermercados são os palácios dos pobres. Não são só os azarentos e os mal alojados, os que ao longo das gerações foram reduzindo os gastos da imaginação, que frequentam e, de certo modo, vivem o supermercado, as chamadas grandes superfícies. As grandes superfícies com a sua área iluminada e sempre em festa; a concentração dos prazeres correntes, como a alimentação e a imagem oferecida pelo cinema, satisfazem as pequenas ambições do quotidiano. Não há euforia mas há um sentimento de parentesco face às limitações de cada um. A chuva e o calor são poupados aos passeantes; a comida ligeira confina com a dieta dos adolescentes; há uma emoção própria que paira nas naves das grandes superfícies. São as catedrais da conveniência, dão a ilusão de que o sol quando nasce é para todos e que a cultura e a segurança estão ao alcance das pequenas bolsas. Não há polícia, há uma paz de transeunte que a cidade já não oferece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(estranho este texto neh? autor?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265195880313805836-4451895657604744613?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/4451895657604744613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/4451895657604744613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2011/11/critica-um-supermercado.html' title='crítica a um supermercado!'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-3706263826983646403</id><published>2011-11-17T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T15:24:47.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fotos que comprovam quando se esta acima do peso em algumas partes do corpo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FVkkV22TPWw/TsWXrcOqahI/AAAAAAAAAi4/jBxHmUCtaCQ/s1600/309837_192421640840383_100002176441042_433290_683378985_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676109677938240018" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gGAq1zPou9I/TsQzAdCRWqI/AAAAAAAAAig/LbzjzW4A2pI/s400/317502_192357577513456_100002176441042_433143_1522097263_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1i6Hah9uuqY/TsQyme06U9I/AAAAAAAAAiU/zV0PTGhs2PE/s1600/384492_192440480838499_100002176441042_433340_1267021179_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675717067085075410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1i6Hah9uuqY/TsQyme06U9I/AAAAAAAAAiU/zV0PTGhs2PE/s400/384492_192440480838499_100002176441042_433340_1267021179_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;acha que eu e maila Aprontamos no cassino ou não?&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/6265195880313805836-3518574395750494844?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/3518574395750494844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/3518574395750494844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2011/11/acha-que-eu-e-maila-aprontamos-no.html' title='Eu e Maila!'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gGAq1zPou9I/TsQzAdCRWqI/AAAAAAAAAig/LbzjzW4A2pI/s72-c/317502_192357577513456_100002176441042_433143_1522097263_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-2232849822146740896</id><published>2011-11-16T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T14:00:00.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Atras - 1989 - última foto da familia real no brasil --</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qbxnBCiZauI/TsQyTQQEh4I/AAAAAAAAAiI/ZdyftF4tRWU/s1600/318631_192412270841320_100002176441042_433266_1349775593_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675716736754943874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qbxnBCiZauI/TsQyTQQEh4I/AAAAAAAAAiI/ZdyftF4tRWU/s400/318631_192412270841320_100002176441042_433266_1349775593_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/6265195880313805836-2232849822146740896?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/2232849822146740896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/2232849822146740896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2011/11/atras-1989-ultima-foto-da-familia-real.html' title='Atras - 1989 - última foto da familia real no brasil --'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qbxnBCiZauI/TsQyTQQEh4I/AAAAAAAAAiI/ZdyftF4tRWU/s72-c/318631_192412270841320_100002176441042_433266_1349775593_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-8635033826514517598</id><published>2011-11-16T13:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T13:58:44.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maila e eu.. num reflexo em cristal, num espelho dos anos 40</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tsn5Z2HUOgA/TsQx_ZuoqBI/AAAAAAAAAh8/qWa6JU5m178/s1600/392149_192448140837733_100002176441042_433352_1817342474_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675716395701676050" style="DISPLAY: block; 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Pedro II, quarto de leopoldina, princesa isabel e de repente uma sala escura.. ficamos extasiados.. a coroa imperial sim... brilhando desta forma ai em cima, e na sala ao lado o manto imperial, bordado coisa mais linda do mundo, do lado de fora o jardim imperial e as 8 da noite o museu da imagem e do som... onde pudemos perceber pessoas dançando dentro do museu.. sombras do rei, o museu a casa do imperador, ganhou vida na frente dos nossos olhos, acho que a sensação é inexplicavel nunca senti isso, como historiadora pude perceber a ciência ganhar formato no cedro do nosso Rei. e este foi apenas o primeiro dia...&lt;br /&gt;quando nosso guia disse quando subirem estas escadarias lembrem que a realeza esteve aqui... isabel, teresa cristina.. a familia bragança diante dos meus pés... o salão de festa... a vida deles e as mesmas maçanetas.. ou mais.. os mesmos quadros que só vi em livros...&lt;br /&gt;é é bom ter esta sensação.. é bom demais.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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maravilhoso neh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- hj dia de acunpuntura nas orelhas! affe parece que eu estou prensada nisso!&lt;br /&gt;e falando em prensada dia de cachorro quente no xop (completo?_ não.. sem salsicha)ô deliciaaaaaa.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;final de semana chegando..&lt;br /&gt;e irei ficar longe dele..&lt;br /&gt;dificil pra acabar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265195880313805836-8710695289980227253?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/8710695289980227253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/8710695289980227253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7lkfDr_8dbU/TrmsOa79v7I/AAAAAAAAAfs/XSa-Vr0KXYM/s400/anuncio_showw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/6265195880313805836-3279936082695890220?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/3279936082695890220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/3279936082695890220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2011/11/vamos-gi.html' title='vamos gi?'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7lkfDr_8dbU/TrmsOa79v7I/AAAAAAAAAfs/XSa-Vr0KXYM/s72-c/anuncio_showw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-5062926910752020197</id><published>2011-11-08T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T14:18:54.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gente desinteressante.. coisas chatas.. firulas então!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;como tem gente chata, sem graça e tão desinteressante nesta net, nesta vida, e neste mundo! ahh não tem nada, se não há nada pra fazer.. ao menos se ocupe com coisas produtivas, não me incomodo com as pessoas.. mas como não sou de ferro a vezes acordo as avessa e tenho vontade de perguntar os pqs!! tem gente que me irrita e nem sabe que eu existo, pior que tem gente que eu irrito e também nem sei que existe! acha isso fácil? ahh éee muito fácil, basta apenas não concordamos com o que a pessoa faz.. ou pior quando nos sentimos intimidados por esta talzinha que se acha á tal ou o tál...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;mas as vezes esquecemos... ééee não devemos esquecer = &lt;em&gt;envelhecemos, o tempo passa, colhemos o que plantamos, maquiagem não se ajeita em cara enrrugada e velha, e sua vida fértil não é depois dos 50. nosso futuro é agora.. pq somos o amanhã do que estamos construindo hj.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não parece preocupante? mas é.. bom o tempo irá passar e vc irá conferir com a própria experiência. Sobre isso? haja honestamente com os outros e principalmente consigo mesmo! não tenha vergonha do que faz e nem para onde vai... onde voltamos é onde nosso coração, nossa força mora... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Antes achava que o tempo era o suficiente... mas não o tempo não mostra as atitudes... esta são vistas, percebidas e observadas... e posso dizer.. como tem gente desinteressante.. pq não basta não ter dinheiro, trabalho, perspectivas ou mesmo expectativas.. o triste é não ter com o que o te faça feliz sem ter ninguém por perto! isso é triste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265195880313805836-5062926910752020197?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/5062926910752020197'/><link rel='self' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qTgcjjOYNt4/Trmj8iVjrqI/AAAAAAAAAfg/oZMhvr89Rns/s1600/307214_156847311064483_100002176441042_319603_542839_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672745466054553250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qTgcjjOYNt4/Trmj8iVjrqI/AAAAAAAAAfg/oZMhvr89Rns/s400/307214_156847311064483_100002176441042_319603_542839_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu que tirei.. e eu que estava sentada na mesa da biblioteca.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;aa agente estuda vaii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;renário e maila -- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;adoro-os&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265195880313805836-220507764361150667?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/220507764361150667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/220507764361150667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2011/11/puc.html' title='PUC'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qTgcjjOYNt4/Trmj8iVjrqI/AAAAAAAAAfg/oZMhvr89Rns/s72-c/307214_156847311064483_100002176441042_319603_542839_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-1619645780652107426</id><published>2011-11-07T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T14:25:32.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu quero  isssoooo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y3QOOuEAYVo/Trha1ZTjndI/AAAAAAAAAfU/zB-DOEpWOIY/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672383604045618642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y3QOOuEAYVo/Trha1ZTjndI/AAAAAAAAAfU/zB-DOEpWOIY/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f8tGuTFoIzk/TrhXurFdjHI/AAAAAAAAAfI/BqEn8WcHLPg/s1600/WalkingDead-Chucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672380190024371314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f8tGuTFoIzk/TrhXurFdjHI/AAAAAAAAAfI/BqEn8WcHLPg/s400/WalkingDead-Chucks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6265195880313805836-1619645780652107426?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/1619645780652107426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/1619645780652107426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2011/11/eu-quero-isssoooo.html' title='Eu quero  isssoooo!'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y3QOOuEAYVo/Trha1ZTjndI/AAAAAAAAAfU/zB-DOEpWOIY/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-5506345425480868025</id><published>2011-11-07T13:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T14:03:17.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pra não esquecer o amor por zumbis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ay7lTvza0xg/TrhROXa59fI/AAAAAAAAAe8/jZ5Mz-2hsOs/s1600/olly9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672373037920024050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 376px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ay7lTvza0xg/TrhROXa59fI/AAAAAAAAAe8/jZ5Mz-2hsOs/s400/olly9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6265195880313805836-5506345425480868025?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/5506345425480868025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/5506345425480868025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2011/11/pra-nao-esquecer-o-amor-pelos-zumbis.html' title='pra não esquecer o amor por zumbis'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ay7lTvza0xg/TrhROXa59fI/AAAAAAAAAe8/jZ5Mz-2hsOs/s72-c/olly9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-924351311161057188</id><published>2011-11-03T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T17:04:36.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Voodoo Zombie - Video Snuff    Virada Cultural 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xvp2cZ-csFo?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" height="270" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que saudade... queria denovo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265195880313805836-924351311161057188?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/924351311161057188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/924351311161057188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2011/11/voodoo-zombie-video-snuff-virada.html' title='Voodoo Zombie - Video Snuff    Virada Cultural 2011'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xvp2cZ-csFo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-6324656264620213706</id><published>2011-11-03T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T16:23:56.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viagem para Petropolis</title><content type='html'>aqui o hotel que ficaremos.&lt;br /&gt;bonito...&lt;br /&gt;e tem wifi nos quartos...&lt;br /&gt;isso me divertirá e me fará matar um pouquinho da saudade que eu tenho dele!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hoteis-riverside.com.br/"&gt;http://www.hoteis-riverside.com.br/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bom. vou na semana que vem, mas meu coração já fica com saudade...&lt;br /&gt;se pudesse levar ele comigo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265195880313805836-6324656264620213706?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/6324656264620213706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/6324656264620213706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2011/11/viagem-para-petropolis.html' title='Viagem para Petropolis'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-3116612636109527961</id><published>2011-11-01T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T15:30:03.152-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uw'/><title type='text'>cena do dog quente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;a cena descrita é a seguinte : vans azul e preto, bonito, calça velha, blusa do filme "rejeitados pelo diabo", cabelo solto, olheiras pretas, 1 mês sem tirar a sombrancelha, e um andar um tanto cansada.. pensando na prova.. vou até a cantina infernal desta puc., e peço um cachorro-quente, assim&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;atendente&lt;/span&gt; : soja moça&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eu:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;não um cachorro quente, sem salsicha, sem catupiri e sem maionese... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o atendente: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sério? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eu:&lt;/span&gt; arramm pega a acara : -.- ....&lt;/em&gt; minutos depois, eu sentada a mesa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; o atendente: &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CACHORRO QUENTE SEM SALSICHA!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E fez isso gritando.. num ar despojado.. me constrangendo... pq eu escutei de um colega de sala, que nem fala comigo.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;agente X :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;que isso danila?.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pois bem, não tenho vergonha do que sou, do que escolhi pra mim.. mas isso é meu.. eu não ando fazendo politica das coisas de graça.. eu sou de boa.. e faço as minhas escolhas.. não gosto de ser julgada, e ninguém gosta na verdade...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ainda escuto uma teoria assim - &lt;em&gt;pense danila, se nóis num comesse eles, eles nem existiriam...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Isto vem de uma retórica pouco formada influênciada no que mesmo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saiba o que fala, saiba o que escreve, volto a dizer, não se é poeta pq tem blog, não se é intelectual pq tem flog, nem tão pouco popular quando posta fotos idiotas... não se engane.. pq não enganamos ninguém.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265195880313805836-3116612636109527961?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/3116612636109527961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/3116612636109527961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2011/11/cena-do-dog-quente.html' title='cena do dog quente'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-2301831167277902596</id><published>2011-10-30T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T07:23:52.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quanta Cerveja - 88Não   - fudido</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vQEvEx5BoRM?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="459" height="344" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/vQEvEx5BoRM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-5089500246822740305</id><published>2011-10-30T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T06:11:13.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>comentarios mais tristes do que os de uma puta as 15 pras 6....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"sim. comentários desconcertantes, vc nunca deve ter transado com cadáveres"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;uma manhã de domingo totalmente diferente.. quando o amor está do lado.. e vc não pode fazer nada.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;não to acostumada, posso ser um pouco mimada ou coisa assim.. mas sempre gosto de ter o que quero.. e não é assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;bom..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;fico com o elvis.. e esperando a hora neh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;que o domingo seja doce ao menos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265195880313805836-5089500246822740305?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/5089500246822740305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/5089500246822740305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2011/10/comentarios-mais-tristes-do-que-os-de.html' title='comentarios mais tristes do que os de uma puta as 15 pras 6....'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-2889582627721359320</id><published>2011-10-27T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T16:18:54.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>titulos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;quando não estamos felizes podemos dar titulo para a nossa vida... já pensou.. ao invés de ficar se lamentando que a vida é uma droga.. quando estiver na bad comece a dar titulos para a vc.... por ex.. hj = "doce vingança", ou ainda, não quer filme.. pense em uma música se preferir.. pode ser "espancar e matar".. interessante... e claro se a imaginação for alta...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;crie titulos.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;bom.. que a quinta seja boa.. já que tem bastante pra acontecer....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265195880313805836-2889582627721359320?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/2889582627721359320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/2889582627721359320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2011/10/titulos.html' title='titulos'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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The Blackhearts - Do You Wanna Touch Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XELpxApT8Kc?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="459" height="344" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minha prima disse que era minha cara&lt;br /&gt;será...&lt;br /&gt;e que lembra de mim toda vez que escuta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265195880313805836-308292454539286227?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/308292454539286227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/308292454539286227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2011/10/joan-jett-blackhearts-do-you-wanna.html' title='Joan Jett &amp; The Blackhearts - Do You Wanna Touch Me'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/XELpxApT8Kc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-7340373779340001440</id><published>2011-10-10T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T21:16:12.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PUC - E A NOSSA INTERNAAAA</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CTPIZfeLHUo?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="459" height="344" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265195880313805836-7340373779340001440?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/7340373779340001440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/7340373779340001440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2011/10/puc-e-nossa-internaaaa.html' title='PUC - E A NOSSA INTERNAAAA'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/CTPIZfeLHUo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-4791472020891749544</id><published>2011-10-10T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T21:08:11.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nirvana - Pennyroyal Tea (Live &amp; Loud)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/q84tf-QHEOM?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="459" height="344" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ele mandou pra mim!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265195880313805836-4791472020891749544?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/4791472020891749544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/4791472020891749544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2011/10/nirvana-pennyroyal-tea-live-loud.html' title='Nirvana - Pennyroyal Tea (Live &amp; Loud)'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/q84tf-QHEOM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-7834208749360805269</id><published>2011-10-07T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T16:22:44.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>É pra lá que eu vou!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WXaY5ydEeTE/To-Jum0xqeI/AAAAAAAAAcI/rADzZManwpY/s1600/297433_268334716533746_165408520159700_941927_464623875_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660894690416896482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WXaY5ydEeTE/To-Jum0xqeI/AAAAAAAAAcI/rADzZManwpY/s400/297433_268334716533746_165408520159700_941927_464623875_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/6265195880313805836-7834208749360805269?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/7834208749360805269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/7834208749360805269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2011/10/e-pra-la-que-eu-vou.html' title='É pra lá que eu vou!'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WXaY5ydEeTE/To-Jum0xqeI/AAAAAAAAAcI/rADzZManwpY/s72-c/297433_268334716533746_165408520159700_941927_464623875_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-1613229981790037654</id><published>2011-10-06T17:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T17:32:55.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>de volta as desventuras...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;contar minha quarta feira, começa nas provas.. e pq elas são necessarias mesmo? ideologia, e cultura positivista.. ainda morro disto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;quinta... hoje!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bom, hj foi dia de ir para Araras com o chefe. participar de uma integração e ser apresentada as lojas que estão o fora da cidade de Piracicaba. Posso dizer que gostei demais.. eu me sinto bem dentro de um supermercado. é eu me sinto. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu sempre estive no meio de grandes nomes, da área, gente importantissima, em reuniões da APAS, entre outras.. e já tinha percebido que meu destino profissão é liderado normalmente por homens, chefe´s de sessão.. salvo 2 excessões que eu encontrei onde trabalho atualmente... duas mulheres uma chefe de restaurante e outra chefe de segurança.. Fenomenal isso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu, estava hj numa loja fora da cidade, conversando com gerentes e chefe de sessões, homens, fortes e com muito tempo de experiência... fortes profissionalmente, respeitados e em seus devidos lugares... Me coloquei a frente deles.. e me senti respeitada.. ( como a muito eu não me sentia, profissionalmente é claro). Venho de uma empresa que fiquei por longos 10 anos.. onde percebi que tudo o que eu sou... não devo a eles.. (isso foi o GI que me disse), devo só a mim, as minhas horas que passei por ali, as coisas as quais tive que abrir mão, os dias que passei longe de quem eu gostava.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;bom. que o presente seja um sucesso. pois eu estou sempre disposta a isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265195880313805836-1613229981790037654?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/1613229981790037654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/1613229981790037654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2011/10/de-volta-as-desventuras.html' title='de volta as desventuras...'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-8128045132043093344</id><published>2011-10-02T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T18:46:01.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Domingo</title><content type='html'>dia de domingo&lt;br /&gt;um dia estranho... e eu ainda não defini o que tem de mais estranho neste dia..&lt;br /&gt;tudo perfeito&lt;br /&gt;amigos aqui... cobra, analu, polla, vitão, stefani, pai, mãe, debyhell e meu amor..&lt;br /&gt;cada dia que passa, sei que eh perfeito..&lt;br /&gt;sei que tudo dará mais que certo...&lt;br /&gt;doce lar.&lt;br /&gt;neh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265195880313805836-8128045132043093344?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/8128045132043093344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/8128045132043093344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2011/10/domingo.html' title='Domingo'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-4749222829495702044</id><published>2011-09-29T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T17:34:32.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zumbis do Espaço - Que Venham os Mortos (Ao Vivo no Inferno)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/f0EiscnPaag?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" height="270" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu tava neste dia aeee&lt;br /&gt;soh procurar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rs&lt;br /&gt;lindo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265195880313805836-4749222829495702044?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/4749222829495702044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/4749222829495702044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2011/09/zumbis-do-espaco-que-venham-os-mortos.html' title='Zumbis do Espaço - Que Venham os Mortos (Ao Vivo no Inferno)'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/f0EiscnPaag/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-1340108988331724747</id><published>2011-09-27T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T17:47:09.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fomos  Felizes este dia!!!!!! INFERNO CLUB -SP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOYV6w-yNCY/ToJugLuEaOI/AAAAAAAAAcA/-x85RCkDMsg/s1600/1280058218503_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657205581111650530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOYV6w-yNCY/ToJugLuEaOI/AAAAAAAAAcA/-x85RCkDMsg/s400/1280058218503_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/6265195880313805836-1340108988331724747?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/1340108988331724747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/1340108988331724747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2011/09/fomos-felizes-este-dia-inferno-club-sp.html' title='Fomos  Felizes este dia!!!!!! INFERNO CLUB -SP'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOYV6w-yNCY/ToJugLuEaOI/AAAAAAAAAcA/-x85RCkDMsg/s72-c/1280058218503_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-406378109828534196</id><published>2011-09-22T17:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T17:52:21.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to afim de falar mal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Poderia dizer e escrever sobre um monte de coisas boas que estão acontecendo comigo, esta semana, mas algumas pessoas levarão como esnobe, arrogancia, prepotencia, soberania e intolerancia minha.. ou ainda me acharia exibicionista e um tanto egocentrica...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;mas não eu to com vontade de falar mal das pessoas.. as vezes cansa ser a "rutinha" da vontade de ser a "raquel" as vezes.. (an an an ¬¬). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bom alguns seres ilustres.. sabe do tipo que se "senti", não deveriam despertar nada em mim, nem pena, nem dó.. então não deveriam neh; mas ao contrário disto (Tem dias) que me irritam profundamente.. mulheres escrotas que se acham... a última batata doce no mundo... ridicularizadas por sua própria natureza exibicionista, pouco provavel quem tenta a conquista na sensualidade.. pq o sexo é soh sexo.. quem quer conquistar atravez disto, não consegue mais que uma boa "trep%4#@".... quem faz de graça o que cobram pra fazer considero putaria das pequenass.. Ae vc resolve tentar.. vou ser sensual pq quero arruma uma boa "trep%$4#@", seja no mínimo "gostosinha", não uma tentativa, uma orca respirando fora da água.. preconceito? não, estou apenas relatando uma situação, quem me conhece e me acompanha.. sabe que ser contra generalização é uma herança punk que herdei eternamente. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gordas mal acabadas --(tem gordinha bonita, excessão quando eh minha amiga, rs) ^- ..... rsrsr ;)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não estou brava, como comentei logo no inicio deste post.. eu estou é muito feliz.. e segura, por isso estou xingando.. e de verdade se não gostou.. vai lá xinga muito no "zuiter", ou ainda.. deixe um comentário maldoso.. ao qual a tempos não recebo.. e até sinto falta da atenção que o inimigo oculto.. me dava.. pô cade a palhaçada?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chega de tentativas neh.. realidaDE, volta pra casa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pobre alma que quer voltar.. mas tão podre e feia que ninguém consegue mais ver... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265195880313805836-406378109828534196?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/406378109828534196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/406378109828534196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2011/09/to-afim-de-falar-mal.html' title='to afim de falar mal'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-8113780669210940132</id><published>2011-09-19T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T21:12:52.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EU E ELE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KftvmwUzAYo/TngSsI8UqKI/AAAAAAAAAbw/fHhQGFx-M3E/s1600/DSC08095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654289881687697570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KftvmwUzAYo/TngSsI8UqKI/AAAAAAAAAbw/fHhQGFx-M3E/s400/DSC08095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/6265195880313805836-8113780669210940132?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/8113780669210940132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/8113780669210940132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2011/09/eu-e-ele.html' title='EU E ELE'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KftvmwUzAYo/TngSsI8UqKI/AAAAAAAAAbw/fHhQGFx-M3E/s72-c/DSC08095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-8426541703053301496</id><published>2011-09-19T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T16:02:17.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pode ser ate que vc não goste, mas não consegue viver sem, mesmo!</title><content type='html'>1. eu recebo emails todos os dias das meninas que eu trabalhava junto - sinal que elas gostavam de mim, gostam e ainda sentem falta (aa tão bom isso)&lt;br /&gt;2.em 3 dias eu e o gi meu cabeludo trocamos 64 emails - sinal que nos gostamos tanto.. que temos a necessidade de nos falarmos. (Aa tão bom isso)&lt;br /&gt;3. a 270 dias exatamente estamos juntos, e eu ainda to apaixonada...&lt;br /&gt;4.a 30 dias estou neste emprego novo... e eu já obtive ótimos resultados&lt;br /&gt;5.a uns 150 dias atrás, achava que profissionalmente estava tudo perdido&lt;br /&gt;6.se passaram 482 dias e eu ainda não me conformo com algumas atitudes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é tem coisa que me deixa puta em menos de 60s. em 1 minunto..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;e eu ainda to tentando...e até quando?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;parece que sou uma fraca idiota, sem conceito, sem coração.. um certo dia eu ouvi.. &lt;em&gt;vc é fraca danila.. &lt;/em&gt;e eu não tinha entendido o peso disto.. pois é eu sou fraca.. mas estou no meu caminho. não faço mal pra ninguém, não engano, não minto e não traiu, eu tenho sorte de poder andar com a cabeça erguida, tenho sorte em poder abdicar as maldades alheias, não estamos na mão das pessoas... nós é que achamos isso.. (grande achivimos de merda). Pior são aqueles que temem sem julgar, criam sem saber e mantém as aparências.. como sorrir por fora se estamos "estupriados" por dentro?.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Que grande justiça esta que vivemos neh? num mar de rosa onde apenas se encontra o espinho.. e quem é o grande trouxa que diz que devemos sofrer.. pois dentro do sofrimento esta a grande inspiração! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Acontece que.. eu não sou poeta, escritora, musica, repentista ou coisa assim, pro diabo a quatro que preciso de inspiração na dor.. eu quero diversão. quero qualidade.. foda-se se quiser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Podemos pensar e fazer o que quisermos... porém a verdade sempre estará ali e aqui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265195880313805836-8426541703053301496?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/8426541703053301496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/8426541703053301496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2011/09/pode-ser-ate-que-vc-nao-goste-mas-nao.html' title='pode ser ate que vc não goste, mas não consegue viver sem, mesmo!'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-573474264934386155</id><published>2011-09-17T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T13:19:01.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocket Queen Appetite For Destruction Guns 'N' Roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1TnL-LJKWE0?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="459" height="344" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quero que cante pra mim... ae eu caso!&lt;br /&gt;rs&lt;br /&gt;(brincadeira)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265195880313805836-573474264934386155?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-489209236221886706</id><published>2011-09-16T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T16:20:06.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>e serve pra que mesmo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;mentira, enganação, falsa libido, muita libido, 7 pecados capitais, nojeira, roubo, mentira, falsidade, ideologia tardia, falsa ideologia, feiura, bestialidade, grandes idiotisses, feia, gorda, magra, magro, feio, gordo, branco, vermelho, amarelo, preto. não importa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;alías.. não se reconheca nestas linhas..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265195880313805836-489209236221886706?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/489209236221886706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/489209236221886706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2011/09/e-serve-pra-que-mesmo.html' title='e serve pra que mesmo?'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-5919137940699097641</id><published>2011-09-16T16:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T16:11:36.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>diversão barata!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bdeBX25xc2s/TnPXki6OhdI/AAAAAAAAAbo/uRY--8h2CWQ/s1600/barbie-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653098980126393810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bdeBX25xc2s/TnPXki6OhdI/AAAAAAAAAbo/uRY--8h2CWQ/s400/barbie-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VjvFHjir6l4/TnPXdo-xdoI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-IkXESD4cT4/s1600/barbie-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653098861496989314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VjvFHjir6l4/TnPXdo-xdoI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-IkXESD4cT4/s400/barbie-11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todas as fotos aqui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://chocolla.com.br/o-outro-lado-da-barbie-fotos/"&gt;http://chocolla.com.br/o-outro-lado-da-barbie-fotos/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/6265195880313805836-5919137940699097641?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/5919137940699097641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/5919137940699097641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2011/09/diversao-barata.html' title='diversão barata!'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bdeBX25xc2s/TnPXki6OhdI/AAAAAAAAAbo/uRY--8h2CWQ/s72-c/barbie-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-1060297874199200884</id><published>2011-09-16T15:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T15:56:48.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-60CkLJTAMvs/TnPULKJ69JI/AAAAAAAAAbY/J9Lu9jCfaO4/s1600/4817409_imagem.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653095245449720978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-60CkLJTAMvs/TnPULKJ69JI/AAAAAAAAAbY/J9Lu9jCfaO4/s400/4817409_imagem.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/6265195880313805836-1060297874199200884?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/1060297874199200884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/1060297874199200884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-60CkLJTAMvs/TnPULKJ69JI/AAAAAAAAAbY/J9Lu9jCfaO4/s72-c/4817409_imagem.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-8911607591617863297</id><published>2011-09-14T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T16:27:51.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eu gostei</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cherrypie.com.br/blog/produtos/colecao-primavera-verao-2012/"&gt;http://cherrypie.com.br/blog/produtos/colecao-primavera-verao-2012/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aii adorei o pretinho... quero um que coisa mais linda!&lt;br /&gt;“É impossível errar em um vestido preto básico!” AH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 mês que sai do mercado. apos 10 anos e eu ainda não fiz o balanço do certo e do errado.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lista da TCM dos filmes que devemos ver antes de morrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A Ceia dos Acusados (The Thin Man)&lt;br /&gt;- Johnny Guitar&lt;br /&gt;- Laços de Ternura (Terms of Endearment)&lt;br /&gt;- A Mosca (The Fly)&lt;br /&gt;- Jezebel&lt;br /&gt;- Alma em Suplício (Mildred Pierce)&lt;br /&gt;- Sabrina&lt;br /&gt;- Rainha Christina (Queen Christina)&lt;br /&gt;- Morte em Veneza (Morte a Venezia)&lt;br /&gt;- Winchester ’73&lt;br /&gt;- A Morta-Viva (I Walked Woth a Zombie)&lt;br /&gt;- Os Intocáveis (The Untouchables)&lt;br /&gt;- Raposa do Mar (The Enemy Below)&lt;br /&gt;- Rocky 4 (Rocky IV)&lt;br /&gt;- A Conquista do Oeste (How The West Was Born)&lt;br /&gt;- Império do Sol (Empire of the Sun)&lt;br /&gt;- O Resgate dos Bandoleiros (The Tall T)&lt;br /&gt;- Fuga do Passado (Out of the Past)&lt;br /&gt;- A Costela de Adão (Adam’s Rib)&lt;br /&gt;- O Último Concerto de Rock (The Last Waltz)&lt;br /&gt;- Abbott e Costello As Voltas com Fantasmas (Abbott and Costello Meet Frankenstein)&lt;br /&gt;- Charity, Meu Amor (Sweet Charity)&lt;br /&gt;- Rua 42 (42nd Street)&lt;br /&gt;- Fama (Fame)&lt;br /&gt;- Gigi&lt;br /&gt;- Os Corrúptos (The Big Heart)&lt;br /&gt;- Carrie – a Estranha (Carrie)&lt;br /&gt;- Último Tango em Paris (Last Tango em Paris)&lt;br /&gt;- Máquina Mortífera (Lethal Weapon)&lt;br /&gt;- Poltergeist – O Fenômeno (Poltergeist)&lt;br /&gt;- Scarface&lt;br /&gt;- O Ladrão de Bagdá (The Thief of Bagda)&lt;br /&gt;- Os Gritos do Silêncio (The Killing Fields)&lt;br /&gt;- A Embriaguez do Sucesso (Sweet Smell os Success)&lt;br /&gt;- Paixão dos Fortes (My Darling Clementine)&lt;br /&gt;- Doctor Zhivago&lt;br /&gt;- Desafio à Corrupção (The Hustler)&lt;br /&gt;- Ladrão de Alcova (Trouble in Paradise)&lt;br /&gt;- A Casa de Usher (House of Usher)&lt;br /&gt;- A Loja dos Horrores (The Little Shop of Horrors)&lt;br /&gt;- O Homem dos Olhos de Raio-X (X: The Man with the X-Ray Eyes)&lt;br /&gt;- O Orgia da Morte (The Masque of the Red Death)&lt;br /&gt;- Nasce uma Estrela (A Star is Born)&lt;br /&gt;- Ed Wood&lt;br /&gt;- O Inimigo Público No. 1 (The Public Enemy)&lt;br /&gt;- Capitão Blood (Capitain Blood)&lt;br /&gt;- Gandhi&lt;br /&gt;- Top Gun – Ases Indomáveis (Top Gun)&lt;br /&gt;- Gremlins&lt;br /&gt;- Hannah e suas Irmãs (Hannah and her Sisters)&lt;br /&gt;- Moby Dick&lt;br /&gt;- A Dama de Shanghai (The Lady from Shanghai)&lt;br /&gt;- Conspiração de Silêncio (Bad Day at Black Rock)&lt;br /&gt;- Os Eleitos - Onde o Futuro Começa (The Right Stuff)&lt;br /&gt;- O Prisioneiro do Rock (Jailhouse Rock)&lt;br /&gt;- O Delatos (The Informer)&lt;br /&gt;- Sangue de Herói (Fort Apache)&lt;br /&gt;- Fomos os Sacrificados (They were Expendable)&lt;br /&gt;- O Prisioneiro da Ilha dos Tubarões (The Prisioner of the Shark Island)&lt;br /&gt;- Muito Além do Jardim (Being There)&lt;br /&gt;- Satr Wars: Episódio IV – Uma Nova Esperança (Star Wars: Episode IV – A New Hope)&lt;br /&gt;- Pacto Sinistro (Strangers on a Train)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quero ver todos com ele!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265195880313805836-8911607591617863297?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/8911607591617863297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/8911607591617863297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2011/09/eu-gostei.html' title='eu gostei'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-5612650797348547998</id><published>2011-09-13T16:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T16:51:14.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a verdade sobre todas as coisas, existe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tão pequena pode ser a verdade, diante de uma grande mentira, quanto de verdade existe em cada coisa que fazemos? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O que podemos mentir sobre nós? o quanto nos mostramos para os outros? e esta verdadeira face, e o quanto podemos nos decepcionar ainda mais e ainda mais e ainda mais.. e ainda mais e mais um pouco.. claro quando procuramos o que acontece? achamoss.. isso eh fato, isso eh normal! oras pra que tanto desespero se todos somos falhos, cheios de culpa.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quer uma idiotisse maior? A Julieta..tonta... se apaixonou por quem não podia, tomou veneno e ainda foi ficar no "mausoléu" sozinha?? a tenha dó.. mereceu o que aconteceu com ela vai... rs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bom deixando a ficção aparente de lado.. voltaremos a realidade que não é tão doce assim... se é que podemos chamar de veneno doce.. ou um veneno amargo com toque delicado do que mesmo? simm disso mesmo.. da vontade de querer....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pois bem, um pouco aqui, e um pouco alí.. sobrevivemos.. procuramos. Sou exigente profissionalmente.. se eu não for a melhor.. não quero nem fazer parte! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Orgulho? vaidade? sim.. mas vontade de ser alguém também...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estou um pouco triste...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;to precisando do meu cabeludo.. que está longe (to em campinas agora ¬¬). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quero a quinta.. vou ter a oportunidade de um alcool e disputar a atenção dele!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;que diga-se só para constar é minhaaaaaaaa....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;que a semana passe.. que o vento chegue.. que esta lua de lua nova -- tá tá vou dizer TrueBlood pq eh mais sensual e divertido.. não tem cara de me%a, no meio do filme.. que venha logo a noite quente.. que se pode usar seus velhos chinelos havaianas de caveiras que brilham no escuro (presente de natal da eve.. garota que eu amo S2)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Que fique assim então.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;aliás que fique nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265195880313805836-5612650797348547998?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/5612650797348547998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/5612650797348547998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2011/09/verdade-sobre-todas-as-coisas-existe.html' title='a verdade sobre todas as coisas, existe?'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I_RSuGAf3kg/TmVMDXuX4pI/AAAAAAAAAaE/5uB254lUiSo/s72-c/infografico-zumbis3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-6948651893050202812</id><published>2011-09-04T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T16:32:51.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>deixaremos de lado entao..</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não adianta ac dc se nao tem com quem curtir.. musica com duplo sentido.&lt;br /&gt;nao adianta ter cachorros se vc nao pode beija-los&lt;br /&gt;nao adianta ter amigos.. se vc nao pode contar com eles...&lt;br /&gt;o que realmente importa eh a musica..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é disso que eu to falando..&lt;br /&gt;se começamos um sonho.. é pq ele eh pra sempre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trabalho novo..&lt;br /&gt;mudanças em tudo.&lt;br /&gt;e eu? a mesmaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;agora ta no meu favoritos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://torcicolo.net/?stream=classic"&gt;http://torcicolo.net/?stream=classic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e que venha o show do uith com a familiaaaaaaaaaa&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/6265195880313805836-6948651893050202812?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/6948651893050202812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/6948651893050202812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2011/09/deixaremos-de-lado-entao.html' title='deixaremos de lado entao..'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-1530093590089476414</id><published>2011-09-02T15:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T16:25:59.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SURPRIZE! =) e =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sim.. teremos um neném na familia.. soube agora a noite enquanto vinha pra Campinas, que serei tia.. minha mãe será vó.. aaaaaa é uma mistura de sentimentos.. é uma vida nascendo, é ser chamada de tia! acho que vai ser mimado com ctz! um meninão.. an an uma garotinha? a não importa.. o que realmente vale é a verdade nisso tudoo.. adorei a idéia.. minha mãe chorou e meu pai quer que seja um minino.. vê se pode! calma ainda faltam 8 meses para o impossivel virar realidade! coisa linda de ver! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A vida... breve e feliz néhh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265195880313805836-1530093590089476414?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/1530093590089476414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/1530093590089476414'/><link rel='alternate' 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de cada um principalmente. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vou começar com aqueles que estão de passagem por sua vida: quando convivemos com este tipo de pessoa. aprendemos com ela o significado do breve.. do passageiro no sentido literal da palavra, se ela nos faz mal, aprendemos a lidar com isso, tiramos o bem, construímos algo com isso, solidificamos a verdadeira face do que queremos.. estes seres nos ensinam muito mais do que aqueles que nos querem apenas proteger.. estes passageiros, as vezes nos traem, querem o nosso mal e por vezes não percebem, por tão cegos que ficam, a verdadeira realidade da maldade, o mal faz mais mal a quem o provoca do que ao seu destino concreto. E os de passagem que nos agradam.. estes nos deixam saudosistas... amigo passageiro aquele que vc lembra nas horas mais idiotas e inconsequentes... este fazem falta e farão pelos proximos 30 anos.. rs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E os permanentes.. estes seres são majestosos. nos trazem amor.. até mesmo aqueles que estão a distância nos conseguem revelar a verdadeira vaidade do amor... da compreensão.. e por mais estranho que possa parecer.. nos escolhemos os que permanecerão para sempre em nossas vidas... este futuro que é tão proximo.. e que na real.. nem existe ainda... O permanente indesejado.. são aqueles que não temos opção.. estará ali e aqui e onde quer que vc esteja haverá um rastro, um traco, como um farelo de pão (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;como na historia de joao e maria... falando nisso que preconceito.. pq maria e joão não soa bemm.. affe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). A vida que escolhemos é com os permanentes sim... os amigos, o amor, a familia. o trabalho.. a vida é uma questão de escolha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E que no futuro. que ainda não existe, e no passado que existe um pouco menos....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Celebrar a amizade. aproveitar a luxuria.. e enlouquecer as amigas..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;isso é felicidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;e dá pra ver né.. não se compra...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265195880313805836-5598862794684698824?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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desventuras</title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;começa na quinta&lt;br /&gt;comemorar o aniversário&lt;br /&gt;´peq impressoes&lt;br /&gt;grande amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cade a linha q eu perdi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tipo.. meada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;triste.&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/6265195880313805836-9167320640918426383?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/9167320640918426383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/9167320640918426383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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sozinha...&lt;br /&gt;querendo um chocolate daquele que tem a embalagem amarelaaaa&lt;br /&gt;hump /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não é uma tristeza sem aparencia.. pq quem me conhece sabe que não consigo disfarçar entre os sorrisos a tristeza marcada e estampada.&lt;br /&gt;emocionalmente não estou procurando em pensar sobre isso.&lt;br /&gt;alguns privilégios que são importantes aqui...&lt;br /&gt;gosto do gosto interessante do novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas noss eh tão dificil não conseguir falar com quem eu quero..&lt;br /&gt;parece uma ponte de madison entre nóssss.. e só faz um dia...&lt;br /&gt;é que é tanto amor.. que me faz falta cada segundo... sem ter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hj já eh quarta...&lt;br /&gt;e pra mim agora sexta é sexta de verdade..&lt;br /&gt;não trabalho mais de sabado nem de domingo... eu trabalhei durante 10 anos neste mesmo esquema.. e te confesso.. não é nada fácil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;balanço geral =&lt;br /&gt;emocionalmente abalada e um pouco chateada..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adversidades neh... só com amor nós a enfrentamos..&lt;br /&gt;de resto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é resto neh.&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/6265195880313805836-7436631733527654661?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/7436631733527654661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/7436631733527654661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2011/08/pontes-de-madison.html' title='pontes de 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-4679851557669471462</id><published>2011-08-15T15:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T15:53:59.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nova vida... coisas sem passado e a vida que se vai...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sabado.. elvis no palco (bar da montanha - limeira-sp)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;domingo.. ahh esse eh meu! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;a vida?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;parece banal um pouco esquecida e muita contravenção.. até que gosto delas.. mas não posso me acostumar a isso, até que ponto somos normais? quem define a normalidade? o que é determinado por nós? o que é determinado ou imposto pela sociedade? o que é ser direito? Ahh que coisa mais estranha.. a vida é cheia disso e daquilo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hj chego na puc - e "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ouvo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; = &lt;em&gt;agora simm é danila - lapis borrado nos olhos, seu velho tenis eu sua blusa com algum filme estampado.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E se eu quiser mudar? a escolha não eh minha mais? aaaaa inferno astral pq to perto do meu aniversário.. sera??? a mirna me ajuda neh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dá pra ter de volta aquele verde daquela paz?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;bom.. amanha primeiro dia de emprego novo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;parece o primeiro emprego após 10 anos no mesmo o que eu poderia esperar? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265195880313805836-4679851557669471462?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/4679851557669471462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/4679851557669471462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2011/08/nova-vida-coisas-sem-passado-e-vida-que.html' title='nova vida... coisas sem passado e a vida que se vai...'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-1186094928673500773</id><published>2011-08-05T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T16:22:00.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thriller no Casamento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eIQ7AsFKqfQ?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" height="295" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265195880313805836-1186094928673500773?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/1186094928673500773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/1186094928673500773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jWFKNqT6_Xs/Tjhxm-mTwRI/AAAAAAAAAZs/wZaWlUMr6ys/s1600/228836_1696865721317_1828092207_1116088_1265878_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636379848106819858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jWFKNqT6_Xs/Tjhxm-mTwRI/AAAAAAAAAZs/wZaWlUMr6ys/s320/228836_1696865721317_1828092207_1116088_1265878_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gihq__xQb3k/TjhxcNYoFPI/AAAAAAAAAZk/pfR7_wAHhSk/s1600/228836_1696865721317_1828092207_1116088_1265878_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;debora, f.Amadeu eu e Stefani. domingo aqui em casa... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;gosto quando temos historia pra contar.. gosto quando estamos decididos... a vida nunca é facil.. é uma panela de pressão bemm pronta! e acabar? é mais fácil acabar a paciência antes de tudo... do que conseguir uma vitoria limpa!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Domingo em casa, niver da mandão.. amigos, parente.. amor e mais a noite pizza e shushi com a familia jack e neto! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Tem coisa que eh pra sempre.. neh! e tem coisas que temos orgulho (to falando do meu 80) que é complicado ficar sem... e parece que não é facil qq coisa sem ele!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;No trabalho.. tá mais dificil sair do que entrar.. to na pressão, chefes, amigos e gerentes tentando impedir a minha saída.. tá se gostassem de mim o quanto falam.. pq não me deixam seguir em frente.. novos horizontes me esperam.. novas experiências estão por vir... e minha vida comprometida com o novo trabalho.. que espero dar resultados esperados e também ter resultados alcancados... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;a vida esta ai.. vamo aproveita-la e da melhor maneira possivel!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265195880313805836-4169753339477144472?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/4169753339477144472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/4169753339477144472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2011/08/quanta-historia-pra-contar.html' title='quanta historia pra contar!'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jWFKNqT6_Xs/Tjhxm-mTwRI/AAAAAAAAAZs/wZaWlUMr6ys/s72-c/228836_1696865721317_1828092207_1116088_1265878_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-480024476912678737</id><published>2011-07-28T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T08:47:55.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sinonimos são bem vindos!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;mudanças.&lt;br /&gt;onibus lotado.&lt;br /&gt;gente falsa.&lt;br /&gt;éee a vida continua a mesma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* dia de tirar a sombrancelha e de ir conversar com as amigas..&lt;br /&gt;conversa+ alcool + amigas + amor = num presta nunca!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;trabalho novo.. quem diria.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;marcado a pintura dos meus rabiscos sobre pele - deste setembro do ano passado.. já era hora neh!&lt;br /&gt;segunda 14:30 lá estou eu.. passsandooo dor na maquininhaaaaaa de tinta!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265195880313805836-480024476912678737?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/480024476912678737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/480024476912678737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2011/07/sinonimos-sao-bem-vindos.html' title='sinonimos são bem vindos!!!!!!'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-1586008961648175839</id><published>2011-07-25T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T10:54:03.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>---</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Existe tempo que desejamos muito uma coisa, sabe aquela que não depende só de nós mesmo? então, essa é uma das mais difíceis de se alcançar. E com o passar do tempo vc vê que isso não é tão importante assim, ou então, o grande sonho almejado não passa de pequenas e meras ilusões que foram criadas por nós mesmo. Se manter fiel ao que pensa é ser forte, pq só nós sabemos o que se passa na parte de dentro, o exterior não conta muito nessa hora, mesmo porque sabemos que o que se demonstra em sua maioria não é real.&lt;br /&gt;Não falaria mal de algo que passei tanto tempo junto, porque falar mal de algo que fiz parte é acabar comigo mesmo. E como um funcionário falar mal da empresa que trabalha, é como acabar com a própria imagem.&lt;br /&gt;Permissão.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo acontece se permitimos que isso aconteça. Não é simplesmente foi acontecendo, é "fui permitindo que isso acontecesse em minha vida".&lt;br /&gt;Somos responsáveis por nossa felicidade, por nossos fracassos, por conquistas e por ambições e às vezes somos responsáveis onde pecamos por nossa fragilidade.&lt;br /&gt;Tempo.&lt;br /&gt;O tempo não apaga dores, não faz esquecer passado não é ele o responsável por nossa melhora, ele nos amuderece, para sabermos até onde podemos chegar. E quando percebemos que podemos chegar longe, está ai nossa maior conquista.&lt;br /&gt;Não há vitória sem luta, não a rosas sem espinhos e não amor sem dor.&lt;br /&gt;Tentar.&lt;br /&gt;Não é tentar, é fazer, somos altamente capazes de fazer qualquer coisa, pq se pensarmos bem só fazemos aquilo que queremos. São nas tentativas que conseguimos os acertos e também os erros. Experiência. é disso que eu to falando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;Não existe meio gostar, meio amar, meio odiar é como se dissesse que uma mulher esta meio grávida.. tem como?&lt;br /&gt;Hoje só posso agradecer aos amigos, que eu pude perceber que são eles que te seguram quando vc caí, a minha família que observa eu de longe e qualquer mudança na minha vida se coloca a minha frente, ao meu namorado, que é um homem a moda antiga, que preza valores, respeito e que faz tudo da forma que tem que ser.&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Somos o que comemos. vc pensa antes de comer? Seja vegetariano. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;parece que ja postei isso..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;mas eu to meio inconformada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;desesperada e com o coração. doendo!&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/6265195880313805836-1586008961648175839?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/1586008961648175839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/1586008961648175839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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impossivel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ter apenas 1 motivo de sair deste trampo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ter apenas 1 motivo para continuar com tudo isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;não tive a oportunidade de terminar o começado... mas sinceramente? eu não fiz nada errado. e se quer acreditar em mim. ótimo. se prefere acreditar em outras.. é pq realmente não me merece. deixo na vontade. deixo do jeito que vier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;beber com as meninas ontem - dar risada de tudo e de todos.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;estar com o amor, não tem preço. meu gi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;a vida só segue da maneira que nós a conduzimos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265195880313805836-9167993992156035654?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/9167993992156035654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/9167993992156035654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title='---- ¬¬'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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/&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;quero mudança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;e acho que eu as consegui...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ainda bem....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265195880313805836-5545669305680804519?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/5545669305680804519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 142px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630073511284398722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VtANx73OEd4/TiIKB3NxWoI/AAAAAAAAAZc/WPghCrp57uY/s200/0%252C%252C40076884-FMM%252C00.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;onde eu consigo pagar um destes:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://g1.globo.com/Noticias/PlanetaBizarro/0,,MUL1568879-6091,00-PAIS+CONTRATAM+PALHACO+DO+MAL+PARA+ATERRORIZAR+CRIANCAS+POR+UMA+SEMANA.html"&gt;veja completo!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265195880313805836-3388555241519890241?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/3388555241519890241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/3388555241519890241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2011/07/pensa-se-eu-nao-gostei-disso.html' title='pensa se eu não gostei disso.'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VtANx73OEd4/TiIKB3NxWoI/AAAAAAAAAZc/WPghCrp57uY/s72-c/0%252C%252C40076884-FMM%252C00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265195880313805836.post-1157860190239864535</id><published>2011-07-16T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T11:52:42.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pra ter um dia a mais...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nunca sabemos o que será da nossa proxima hora.... ninguém conta nossos minutos.. e os dias? como eles passam rápido.... terminam tão rapido como um suco de fruta num dia de verão... Sempre defino o vazio como o barulho que o canudo faz quando puxamos apenas ar do fundo de um copo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nada parece tão certo, quanto ter incertezas sobre quase tudo. Não ter memória, é não arrepender-se, fazer é fato.. o bom é nunca duvidar. Os dias passam e algumas certezas ficam.... aquela velha história acontecendo? quando escrevo sobre isso.. é sobre o amor sempre... vc gosta dela e ela gosta dele... eles se olham e se beijam, basta apenas um olhar. Diferenças, escolhas, musica... a única pessoa.. ou motivo... que afastariam este amor serão causados por eles mesmos... não há nada externo que possa interferir em amor. Não há gordas ruivas feias e folgadas que podem dizer o que querem ser serem massacradas.. e não será por mim.. será pela vida mesmo... (&lt;em&gt;se é que já não passam por poucas e boas&lt;/em&gt;). -momento vontade de passar um trator em cima... de gente acima do peso ---- --- não eu não tenho preconceito algum ----Ninguém encosta, direciona ou toma partido do que é meu.. a mágoa soh acontece se nos permitimos. o que não é tão fácil!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O que é meu é meu... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sobre o metal... áaáaaá tá fácil eu amar um!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6265195880313805836-1157860190239864535?l=minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/1157860190239864535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265195880313805836/posts/default/1157860190239864535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minhasdesventurasemserie.blogspot.com/2011/07/pra-ter-um-dia-mais.html' title='pra ter um dia a mais...'/><author><name>Danila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06568742951924475549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpKiZzmBrjA/TLx1tABtDaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qzQjXm3jxM0/S220/1282277641909_f.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
