<?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-1992765000509319201</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:55:23.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intense Girls</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Milca e Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599244759440087964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992765000509319201.post-7954064275898449581</id><published>2010-12-14T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T17:16:11.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bom o bastante</title><content type='html'>- Tem certeza?

- Tenho.

- Como tão rápido?

- Fiz o que tinha que fazer. Me sinto pronto agora para isso....

- To com medo, é sério. Não quero machucar o que eu to sentindo não.

- Eu precisava disso, pra tirar da caixa das coisas mal resolvidas, e colocar nas resolvidas. Cortei o fio de esperança que ligava a mente e o coração, c'est fini!

- Só não me faz sofrer não, tá?

- Não pretendo...

- Jura?

- Não. Se eu jurar estou transferindo o peso da sua insegurança para as minhas atitudes, assim eu carrego ambos. Se vc ficar insegura e eu carregar o peso das minhas atitudes ficamos igualitários.

- Entendi...

- Só o que posso te dizer é vou fazer o meu melhor sempre pra não te machucar, pra ser bom com vc, pra realizar os seus desejos, e pra que vc seja a única.  É bom o bastante?

- É perfeito...


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Esse post é de um amigo que compartilha algumas poucas, porém boas madrugadas de conversas cheias de boas histórias... vc tb pode ler seus posts em &lt;a href="http://www.umpeidinho.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.umpeidinho.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992765000509319201-7954064275898449581?l=intensegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7954064275898449581/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/12/bom-o-bastante.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/7954064275898449581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/7954064275898449581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/12/bom-o-bastante.html' title='Bom o bastante'/><author><name>Milca e Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599244759440087964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992765000509319201.post-1781426744785154342</id><published>2010-09-29T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T14:05:30.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Le Petit Prince</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;O Pequeno Príncipe é um livro que possui uma história linda, que ensina algo importante para todos nós, essencial para nossas vidas, para as pessoas que amamos e que ainda iremos amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Segue alguns trechos do livro:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;..."Que planeta engraçado!pensou então. É todo seco, pontudo e salgado. E os homens não têm imaginação. Rpetem o que a gente diz...No meu planeta eu tinha uma flor: e era ela que falava primeiro."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;XX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;..."Mas aconteceu que o principezinho, tendo andado muito tempo pelas areias,pelas rochas e pela neve, descobriu, enfim, uma estrada. E as estradas vão todas na direção dos homens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;- Bom dia, disse ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Era um jardim cheio de rosas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;- Bom dia, disseram as rosas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;O principezinho contemplou-as. Eram todas iguais à sua flor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;- Quem sois? perguntou ele estupefato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;- Somos rosas, disseram as rosas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;- Ah! exclamou o principezinho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;E ele sentiu-se extremamente infeliz. Sua flor lhe havia contado que ela era única de sua espécie em todo universo. E eis que havia cinco mil, iguaizinhas, num só jardim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;- Ela haveria de ficar bem vermelha, pensou ele, se visse isso...Começaria a tossir, fingiria morrer, para escapar do ridículo. E eu então teria que fingir que cuidava dela; porque senão, só para me humilhar, ela era bem capaz de morrer de verdade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Depois refletiu ainda: "Eu me julgava rico de uma flor sem igual, e é apenas uma rosa comum que eu possuo. Uma rosa e três vulcões que me dão pelo joelho, um dos quais extinto para sempre. Isso não faz de mim um príncipe muito grande...E,deitado na relva, ele chorou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;E foi então que apareceu a raposa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;- Bom dia, disse a raposa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;- Bom dia, respondeu polidamente o principezinho, que se voltou, mas não viu nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;- Vêm brincar comigo, propôs o principezinho. Estou tão triste...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;- Eu não posso brincar contigo, disse a raposa. Não me cativaram ainda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;-Ah desculpa! disse o principezinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Após uma reflexão acrescentou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;- Que quer dizer "cativar"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;- É uma coisa muito esquecida, disse a raposa. Significa "criar laços..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;- Criar laços?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;- Exatamente, disse a raposa. Tu não é ainda nada pra mim senão um garoto inteiramente igual a cem mil outros garotos. E eu não tenho necessidade de ti. E tu não tens necessidade de mim. Não passo a teus olhos de uma raposa igual a cem mil outras raposas. Mas, se tu me cativas, nós teremos necessidade um do outro. Será para mim único no mundo. E eu serei para ti única no mundo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;-Começo a compreender disse o principezinho. Existiu uma flor...eu creio que ela me cativou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;- É possível, disse a raposaVê-se tanta coisa na Terra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mas a raposa voltou à sua idéia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;- Minha vida é monótona. Eu caço as galinhas e os homens me caçam. Todas as galinhas se parecem e todos os homens se parecem também. E por isso eu me aborreço um pouco. Mas se tu me cativas, minha vida será como que cheia de sol. Conhecerei um barulho de passos que será diferente dos outros. Os outros passos me fazem entrar debaixo da terra. O teu me chamará para fora da toca, como se fosse música. E depois, olha! Vês, lá longe os campos de trigo? Eu não como pão. O trigo pra mim é inútil. Os campos de trigo não me lembram coisa alguma. E isso é triste! Mas tu tens cabelos cor de ouro. Então será maravilhoso quando me tiveres cativado. O trigo, que é dourado, fará lembrar-me de ti. E eu amarei o barulho do vento no trigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992765000509319201-1781426744785154342?l=intensegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1781426744785154342/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/09/le-petit-prince.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/1781426744785154342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/1781426744785154342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/09/le-petit-prince.html' title='Le Petit Prince'/><author><name>Milca e Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599244759440087964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MmPR2nJMN1o/SusH_2rSmqI/AAAAAAAAAIY/qJNbXVGBE8g/s72-c/Lepetitprince2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992765000509319201.post-3256359540866658977</id><published>2010-09-22T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T19:17:56.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Se eu tivesse um dia com você...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Se eu tivesse um dia com você, e só você... eu curtiria as coisas simples. As coisas que no final, com o passar do tempo, serão as únicas coisas que lembrarei. Eu levaria você num barco pelo lago e leria um livro para ti até você dormir. E nunca pensaria no tempo. Se eu tivesse um dia com você, e só você... eu admiraria cada traço do seu rosto, cada fio do seu cabelo, cada movimento gracioso das suas mãos, dos seus olhos ou do seu corpo. Se eu tivesse um dia perfeito... Não vê? Meu coração bate mais forte, acelera desesperado, somente por você. Essas são as coisas que lembro do meu amor. Uma mão sempre aquecida, sua respiração quente, sua boca macia, seus braços em volta dos meus. Me lembro de me sentir seguro, incessante, como uma pessoa, nós dois em silêncio, serenos, entrelaçados. Me lembro da sua feição, seu rosto envergonhado da primeira vez que nos vimos. Você não parava de me olhar naquela cafeteria. Eu lembro como me senti a primeira vez que te beijei. Me senti como em um mergulho imenso. O que você lembra? Como eu saberei o que estava em seu coração? Pra onde elas foram? Todas as coisas que pensamos e sentimos mas não dissemos? Bom... essas são as coisas que nunca te contei, essas são as coisas que você precisa saber. Que eu fui apaixonado por você e talvez ainda seja, poderia ter sido amor... e se foi, foi tão grande que ainda vive depois de você ter ido. Queria dizer que faria diferente, se eu tivesse um dia a mais, eu faria tudo certo. Mas eu sei que não é verdade. Eu faria exatamente as mesmas coisas. Todas, exceto uma.
Eu não diria adeus... pediria apenas para você ficar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Post by A. A. C.
Muito bom receber textos de amigos! Obrigada A.A.C.!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992765000509319201-3256359540866658977?l=intensegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3256359540866658977/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/09/se-eu-tivesse-um-dia-com-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/3256359540866658977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/3256359540866658977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/09/se-eu-tivesse-um-dia-com-voce.html' title='Se eu tivesse um dia com você...'/><author><name>Milca e Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599244759440087964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992765000509319201.post-4326684686417777967</id><published>2010-09-10T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T04:29:22.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversa de louco</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Mãe: Você viu que aqueles tamancos feios voltaram a moda??? Na minha época o nome daquilo era babalu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;
Filha(com cara de carla): Não era babuche???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;
Mãe: Haaa.... isso mesmo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;
Filha: Babalu era o nome da personagem da Letícia Spiller, com o Marcelo Antoni, aquele que ela casou depois!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;
Mãe (com cara de carla): Marcelo Novaes... O Antoni é Marcelo também??? Ele nem é mais casado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;
Filha: Haaa... verdade...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;
Post by Poptarts&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992765000509319201-4326684686417777967?l=intensegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4326684686417777967/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/09/conversa-de-louco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/4326684686417777967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/4326684686417777967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/09/conversa-de-louco.html' title='Conversa de louco'/><author><name>Milca e Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599244759440087964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992765000509319201.post-7500206411729251819</id><published>2010-09-07T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:14:45.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ninguém é obrigado...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Nossa... Sabe quando você do nada se vê surpreendido com algo que alguém te falou? Mas você não está surpreso somente com o que foi verbalizado ali, você está surpreso porque aquilo é algo q saiu da sua boca no passado! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Sim, eu acredito que tudo muda a todo segundo! Mas como eu poderia ter esquecido algo do qual sempre tive tanta convicção e repeti por tantas vezes!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Aquele momento remember me deixou paralisada... Eu sabia a resposta... O tempo todo eu sabia a resposta!!! Num desses segundos onde tudo muda, eu coloquei aquela simples frase na caixa do esquecimento! Haaaa como eu sou boa esquecendo coisas! Esqueço tudo que é necessário e o que não é também! Desde a renovação de prazo daquele livro importantíssimo para o trabalho até o namorado que fez merda!
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Mas o fato é que agora tudo se encaixa novamente e assim como um lacinho feito no dedo para não esquecer algo, eu escrevo aqui, para poder lembrar a qualquer momento!
Hoje em dia não somos obrigados a estar com ninguém, tudo se vai muito rápido porque a força para lutar e a persistência não são necessários, sempre paramos e pensamos "não preciso disso!" ou "meu amigo é meu umbigo q nasceu comigo!".
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Realmente ninguém é obrigado a nada, e se eu me disponho a estar com você e só com você espero que entenda a importância e o peso de meus atos. Por que eu vejo isso de forma muito valiosa quando o faço e quando você o faz.
Não quero nem preciso de rótulos, mas sim é importante que você demonstre seus sentimentos e q se disponha a estar comigo e só comigo pq isso tudo é risco. Todo esse sentimento é risco, mas se você que é homem não pode colocar a sua conta em risco como espera q eu o faça???
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;No final não é egoísmo, não é proteção... É a demonstração de que por mais atitude e força q eu tenha, ainda sou aquela mulherzinha frágil e sensível esperando seu amor q me cuida, protege e faz feliz.Se eu não ligo, se eu sumo, se eu desisto ou apenas me afasto, é pq ninguém é obrigado a ficar com ninguém, então respeito oq aparentemente é sua decisão e trato de tocar minha vida preenchendo espaços para q a mente não me lembre à dor de não ter você. Lá no fundo tenho a esperança de q você ainda me queira assim como eu.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Se você é aquela louca desesperada atrás do cara, lembre-se de que ninguém é obrigado a ficar com ninguém, respeite a decisão dele, às vezes é tudo viagem da sua mente feminina e insana!rs
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Se você está com alguém por dó, só resta o carinho e você não quer fazer ninguém sofrer… lembre-se de que ninguém é obrigado a ficar com ninguém! A sua sinceridade vai ser admirada quando o tempo trouxer clareza e ajudará a amenizar o sofrimento.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Se você é daquela que joga tudo para o alto muito rápido lembre-se de que ninguém é obrigado a estar com ninguém, se você se dispôs a estar em um relacionamento seja ele qual for valorize isso e lute para mantê-lo.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Todas as situações também servem para os homens de plantão por ai viu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Mas no final das contas e de todo esse blábláblá eu só quero que você não se esqueça que ainda sou a mulher frágil da historia e que preciso dos teus gestos para me mostrar q você ainda está aqui e o faz por livre espontânea vontade!
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Sei que você já sabe, mas não custa nada repetir, continuo aqui lutando amor...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Post by XXO&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992765000509319201-7500206411729251819?l=intensegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7500206411729251819/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/09/ninguem-e-obrigado.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/7500206411729251819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/7500206411729251819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/09/ninguem-e-obrigado.html' title='Ninguém é obrigado...'/><author><name>Milca e Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599244759440087964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992765000509319201.post-1151059923329591745</id><published>2010-03-25T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T18:13:21.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>anjo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y5sJ-8ItzqQ&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y5sJ-8ItzqQ&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: small; "&gt;Anjo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Acredita em anjo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pois é, sou o seu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Soube que anda triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que sente falta de alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que não quer amar ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Por isso estou aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vim cuidar de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Te proteger, te fazer sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Te entender, te ouvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E quando tiver cansada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cantar pra você dormir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Te colocar sobre as minhas asas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Te apresentar as estrelas do meu céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Passar em Saturno e roubar o seu mais lindo anel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vou secar qualquer lágrima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que ousar cair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vou desviar todo mal do seu pensamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vou estar contigo a todo momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sem que você me veja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vou fazer tudo que você deseja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas, de repente você me beija&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O coração dispara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E a consciência sente dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E eu descubro que além de anjo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu posso ser seu amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992765000509319201-1151059923329591745?l=intensegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1151059923329591745/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/03/anjo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/1151059923329591745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/1151059923329591745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/03/anjo.html' title='anjo'/><author><name>Milca e Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599244759440087964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992765000509319201.post-7551309986768773778</id><published>2010-03-22T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T16:44:29.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>big mac</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/S6gAzuw2FrI/AAAAAAAAAG4/_ZSqVpr1NzA/s1600-h/200807091135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 345px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/S6gAzuw2FrI/AAAAAAAAAG4/_ZSqVpr1NzA/s400/200807091135.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451608237658216114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Pensei comigo...hoje eu terei um almoço tranquilo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;já que vou comer sozinha no Mac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family:arial;font-size:small;"&gt;Fui pro fundo, bem pro fundo do Mac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;não tinha ninguém, só eu e o ar condicionado no talo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family:arial;font-size:small;"&gt;Me senta do lado duas gurias ¬¬&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;e começa o papo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family:arial;font-size:small;"&gt;Reclamação e mais reclamação dos namorados,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;reclamação do sapato que não combinou com o vestido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;e do vestido que não caiu bem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;(minha filha se você tá orca não come no Mac, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;faz regime; ou compra um vestido com número maior!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family:arial;font-size:small;"&gt;E por aí foi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Eu adoro a batata do Mac quando acaba de ser frita,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;você só consegue pegar ela assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;quando o movimento tá grande,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;ou quando você pega lanche de madrugada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;porque dai eles fritam na hora pra ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family:arial;font-size:small;"&gt;Quando dei por mim o "fundo" do Mac estava lotado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;e todos sem exceção estavam olhando pra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;É deve ser bizarro ver uma japa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;comendo sozinha....ou pensando melhor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;deve ser bizarro uma japa com a franja que eu estou ¬¬.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992765000509319201-7551309986768773778?l=intensegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7551309986768773778/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/03/big-mac.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/7551309986768773778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/7551309986768773778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/03/big-mac.html' title='big mac'/><author><name>Milca e Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599244759440087964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/S6gAzuw2FrI/AAAAAAAAAG4/_ZSqVpr1NzA/s72-c/200807091135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992765000509319201.post-1779877975779997181</id><published>2010-03-17T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T08:29:19.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chocolate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nickmartins.com.br/atualidades/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/chocolate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 413px; height: 413px;" src="http://nickmartins.com.br/atualidades/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/chocolate.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;chocolate
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 51, 51); "&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;that´s all&lt;/b&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992765000509319201-1779877975779997181?l=intensegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1779877975779997181/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/03/chocolate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/1779877975779997181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/1779877975779997181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/03/chocolate.html' title='chocolate'/><author><name>Milca e Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599244759440087964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992765000509319201.post-4064597807509036876</id><published>2010-03-09T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T05:23:21.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/S5Z_QqAHvZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/pkmPYiVN4AY/s1600-h/wFerzxT24oc7ugotVciwOWgYo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/S5Z_QqAHvZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/pkmPYiVN4AY/s400/wFerzxT24oc7ugotVciwOWgYo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446680723480624530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;coisas impactantes acontecem a pessoas fortes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;aquilo que não te derruba te fortalece...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ninguém passa o que você tem que passar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e por ai vai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;eu tive uma cólica de rim violenta semana passada que até os médicos desacreditaram, o efeito do soro que duraria pelo menos um dia em qualquer pessoa com crise renal, em mim durava uma hora quando muito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;eu pensava comigo mesma, tenho 25 anos e já tenho problemas renais?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;mas é algo hereditário, tanto do lado da família do meu pai quanto da minha mãe, a galera sofre com isso desde que eu me conheço por gente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;já vi meu tio cair no chão de tanta dor...e esta semana fui eu...apaguei no banheiro de casa, primeiro cai de tanta dor e depois de alguns minutos suando frio eu apaguei mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e assim foi a semana toda, dores intermináveis 24h.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;aprendi que:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- se a dor é insuportável e não apenas nos rins, e sim em todo abdomen é porque as "pedrinhas" estão movimentando-se na ureter (canal que liga o rim a bexiga)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- dor nos dois rins é algo raro do tipo 1 em 1 milhão (o meu rim que doía era o direito)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(mas confesso que a dor se espalha por todo corpo, respirar dói, falar impossível, andar muito menos...você trava)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;depois de uma semana mal pacas, sem dormir nenhum dia e me alimentando pouquíssimo...hoje eu comecei a melhorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;bebi tanta água e tanto chá que me senti um colchão dágua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;tomei tanto buscopan, tanto via oral quanto na veia que meu coração parecia uma bateria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;olha depois dessa eu encaro qualquer coisa...juro mesmo rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;nem eu sabia que eu era tão forte pra dor, pra superar tanta coisa..tanta adversidade e mesmo manter a calma quando não se podia fazer nada a não ser sentir a forte dor e só.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;o medo bate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;a solidão foi varrida pela presença dos meus pais e parentes, amigos que se importaram e se fizeram presentes da forma que puderam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;a fraqueza física é inevitável...o emocional também fica abalado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;um recado que eu deixo: bebam água, muita água!!! é a água que limpa todo o organismo, hidrata o corpo e faz tudo funcionar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;post by Japa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992765000509319201-4064597807509036876?l=intensegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4064597807509036876/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/03/pain-so-much-pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/4064597807509036876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/4064597807509036876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/03/pain-so-much-pain.html' title='sometimes...'/><author><name>Milca e Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599244759440087964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/S5Z_QqAHvZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/pkmPYiVN4AY/s72-c/wFerzxT24oc7ugotVciwOWgYo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992765000509319201.post-6513315634992488473</id><published>2010-03-02T19:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T19:26:46.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Canção Do Amigo</title><content type='html'>Se precisar de um amigo
Olha pra dentro de mim
Podes errar e magoar,
Mas estou aqui 
Pra te ajudar
Sou teu amigo até o fim
O verdadeiro amigo,
Sabe o valor do perdão

 Porque amar e perdoar
São da mesma 
Essência e raíz
Vêm das fontes 
Eternas de Deus

 Amigo se faz 
Em tempos de paz,
Mas na angústia
É que se prova o seu amor
Amigo se é na glória e na dor
Quem é amigo,suporta e crê
Quem é amigo é fiel até o fim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992765000509319201-6513315634992488473?l=intensegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6513315634992488473/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/03/cancao-do-amigo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/6513315634992488473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/6513315634992488473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/03/cancao-do-amigo.html' title='Canção Do Amigo'/><author><name>Milca e Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599244759440087964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992765000509319201.post-1450430910386734014</id><published>2010-03-01T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T16:35:11.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My biggest mistake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;I heard that you are doing good… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;I heard you have someone else…
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;I found some coins in my way but I met noone to hug me when I needed.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;When I saw your car passing by I cried without try to cover myself
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;I realized that I still love you…
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;I don’t know where I’m going but dammit! I’m going somewhere now!
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;I tried to say something but you are not a good listener! You just don’t know how to do it! Admit it!
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;I tryied to come back to figure it out where do I did wrong!
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;I loved you more than myself…
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;I loved you a lot more than I did to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;



&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Post by&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lucy Magnifying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992765000509319201-1450430910386734014?l=intensegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1450430910386734014/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-heard-that-you-are-doing-good-i-heard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/1450430910386734014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/1450430910386734014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-heard-that-you-are-doing-good-i-heard.html' title='My biggest mistake'/><author><name>Milca e Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599244759440087964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992765000509319201.post-4532860629081153894</id><published>2010-02-25T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T07:51:34.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/S4acLLPPqYI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/8gh3DD4d0-o/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442208915533048194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/S4acLLPPqYI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/8gh3DD4d0-o/s400/01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;o/
Enfim, me formei...semi me formei...ah, me formei! rsrsrs
É incrível as tantas coisas que pensei durante toda a colação de grau, pensei no meu passado, no meu presente, e meu futuro. Via lá de cima as pessoas que eu mais amo felizes por eu estar feliz, e pensei comigo: é por mim e por eles que estou aqui!
Nossa, são tantas as coisas que eu pensei ali...que daria uns 3 capítulos do meu livro.Eis que vejo my boyfriend me olhando, e nossa, tantos os planos que também passou em minha cabeça...planos que quero concretizar ao lado dele!
Não sabia que essa sensação de colação de grau de uma faculdade era um momento tão mágico e feliz, e penso que estava errado quando eu falava mal do meu curso e que eu pensei em até desistir uma vez! Percebo que eu estava completamente errado! Que bom neh hehehhee...Tantas palavras legais e belas foram ditas pelo orador, e minha ficha caiu...Valeu a pena^^E como valeu!!!!
Como 'Alice' uahsuahs, sem rumo certo, continuei andando e andando até chegar ao final!Agradeço à todos que compartilharam esses longos 4 anos rsrsrsrs....meus avós, minha irmãzinha linda que sempre foi meu porto seguro, meus amigos, meus tios, e até meu pai rsrs, a Japagirl Louka que me faz rir e ao mesmo tempo me deixar BOSSA rsrsrs, meu irmão torto que sempre soltou fumaça de cigarrete na minha cara rsrs, minha mãe que sempre batalhou por mim, e é a principal culpada disso tudo hahahahha....Mãe EU TE AMO!!!!MUITO!!!!! E meu Nestlé, que nossa, apareceu na minha vida e sempre esteve ali me escutando no meu último ano da faculdade!É muito grande o meu amor por você. Acredite kerido, são tantas as suas qualidades, tantas virtudes, que eu poderia ficar horas tentando enumerá-las. Vc além de bonito uahsuahusa é especial, muito carinhoso, gentil, inteligente e educado...um fofo...tenho orgulho de tudo o que vc faz Fubá! Sou o namorado mais feliz do planeta. Reconheço em vc, muita força. Sua intuição e capacidade de paciência....vc é capaz de alavancar os sonhos, mantendo sempre os pés no chão e o senso de equilíbrio. Tenho orgulho de vc, preciso do seu amor e do seu carinho^^
E vc sabe muito bem que pode contar comigo né? Sempre estarei do seu lado...TE AMO!
Finalizo esse post agradecendo à todos =D
Obrigado my darlings hihihihih
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&lt;div&gt;Xo xo
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&lt;div&gt;Post by [R.C.G]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992765000509319201-4532860629081153894?l=intensegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4532860629081153894/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-enfim-me-formei.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/4532860629081153894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/4532860629081153894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-enfim-me-formei.html' title=''/><author><name>Milca e Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599244759440087964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/S4acLLPPqYI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/8gh3DD4d0-o/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992765000509319201.post-3085143712626990347</id><published>2010-02-24T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T06:03:13.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>good times.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cleroliveira.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/formatura2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 383px; height: 277px;" src="http://cleroliveira.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/formatura2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;Ontem foi a colação de grau do Rafinha, e tudo foi amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ai Rafa, você estava tão lindo!!! A Japa ficou muito orgulhosa de ti XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Escutou eu berrando teu nome???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;RAFAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;rs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu quase pedi emprestado a corneta do tiozinho do meu lado mais os apitos hahahaha eu adorei aquilo!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu sabia que eu devia ter montado um kit, um mega kit com corneta, apitos, serpentina, confete, perucas! TUDO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ai que saudades que deu da época da faculdade e pensar que me formei há 4 anos já!!!!!!OMG!!!!I´m very very very old! ¬¬&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Você ficou muito chique naquela beca diferente, na minha épocaaaa tinha aquele babador branco na frente e o pano azul ia na cintura meu bemmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Parabéns Rafinha, eu adorei ter ido, ter pariticpado da tua colação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um grande beijo no teu coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992765000509319201-3085143712626990347?l=intensegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3085143712626990347/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/02/ontem-foi-colacao-de-grau-do-rafinha-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/3085143712626990347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/3085143712626990347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/02/ontem-foi-colacao-de-grau-do-rafinha-e.html' title='good times.'/><author><name>Milca e Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599244759440087964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992765000509319201.post-2942914139887485409</id><published>2010-02-20T08:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T08:17:00.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>24</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/S4AKpr6KgKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/n_0cLYRTkIU/s1600-h/3217342861_58e135bb9b_o.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 176px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/S4AKpr6KgKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/n_0cLYRTkIU/s320/3217342861_58e135bb9b_o.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440360061141156002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Meus 24 anos chegaram, eis que fazem à pergunta: 24 é 24! É tudo ou nada...decida-se! 
E claro que me decido pelo tudo. 
Tudo no amor, tudo na família, tudo nos amigos, tudo , tudo, tudo...EU! 
Mas daí vem um pensamento semi-down: minha vida profissional! 
Ah, cara, sou formado e oq mudou? 
uahsuahsuhaushauhsua 
Por enquanto NADA! rsrsrrsrs 
Mas não vou me deixar abater por esse tipo de assunto que é muito pasmante ao meu modo de ver...e hj é meu dia! Sorriso no rosto e só tenho que deixar rolar e acontecer...FATO. 
Mas nunca desistir, eu sei! 
Maaaaaaaaas, asho que tudo que passamos nessa vida tem um aprendizado neh naum? 
Asho que a gente tem que ser “outdoor das próprias idéias”, então tem que estudar (muito). Tem que se destacar, então não dá pra ser óbvio ou raso: educação e foco no trabalho fazem toda diferença. Tem que começar de algum jeito e humildade é chave de ouro pra todo aprendizado. “O importante não é ter o tempo certo, mas a atitude certa”. 
xo xo 
Post by [R.C.G]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992765000509319201-2942914139887485409?l=intensegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2942914139887485409/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/02/24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/2942914139887485409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/2942914139887485409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/02/24.html' title='24'/><author><name>Milca e Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599244759440087964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/S4AKpr6KgKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/n_0cLYRTkIU/s72-c/3217342861_58e135bb9b_o.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992765000509319201.post-2953731934461810808</id><published>2010-02-18T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T16:04:21.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu Brasil brasileiro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/S31uS1BiHPI/AAAAAAAAAFo/SgMLfVQLxpo/s1600-h/DSCF8077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439625194683636978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/S31uS1BiHPI/AAAAAAAAAFo/SgMLfVQLxpo/s320/DSCF8077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Quero escutar atentamente esse povo vibrante falando, alma da rua, aprendo palavras novas a cada conversa! Cada palavra nova torna uma pessoa ou um momento marcante...&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;Sofri o preconceito quando a prima do interior chegou na cidade falando "monta no carro!"rs&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;viramos misses! Miss interior era meu apelido desde então! &lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;E quando sua mãe solta algo do tipo "eu colho suas roupas..." puuuuuuuuts...não precisa nem terminar a frase né! &lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;Montar no carro, colher roupa... não sei pq mas eu adooooro isso! &lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;Risada certa sempre quando te oferecem sorvete de frocus ou creme crocranti!rs &lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;E quer melhor que as famosas doenças ou males que nos atingem? Tem a tal dor no nervo asiático, áfrica na boca, tem mulheres que se dizem histéricas pq não podem ter filhos! &lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;Viva o português! Viva o Brasil! &lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;E quando homem resolve irritar? Eles perdem a noção do perigo na nossa tpm! Não há no mundo aquela que assim como eu ficou na vontade de dar um chute no sac... deixar o cara histérico sabe? rs&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;Nossa não posso deixar de fora as peculiaridades do interior! Já ouviu falar no nenonho? Já colocou alguma coisa na tomada de cunhenho? E no nordeste, já conheceu alguém bem quarta feira? Já xixou hoje? &lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;É uma resenha só seu moço mas é assim memo que nóis vévi! rs&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;Termino por aqui já que mais tarde eu vô vim cá pra mó di prozear mais um pouco!&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;Bjos,&lt;/div&gt;


&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mil


&lt;div&gt; &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z7zNOr-fgAw&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z7zNOr-fgAw&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992765000509319201-2953731934461810808?l=intensegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2953731934461810808/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/02/meu-brasil-brasileiro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/2953731934461810808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/2953731934461810808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/02/meu-brasil-brasileiro.html' title='Meu Brasil brasileiro...'/><author><name>Milca e Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599244759440087964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/S31uS1BiHPI/AAAAAAAAAFo/SgMLfVQLxpo/s72-c/DSCF8077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992765000509319201.post-4211750963555561183</id><published>2010-02-17T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T07:08:24.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>flor de maio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/S3wF3GQWWfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/edI03DwXr08/s1600-h/685282150_ebcbf70b3a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/S3wF3GQWWfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/edI03DwXr08/s320/685282150_ebcbf70b3a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439228894086846962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eu adorava sair com ela e escutar o barulho das pedras em cada passo que ela dava..e eu prestava tanta atenção que eu consigo me lembrar até hoje...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eu me lembro da voz, dos conselhos, das histórias, das rugas em suas mãos e dos formatos das suas unhas...me lembro de como prendia o cabelo, dos vestidinhos que usava, do modo como organizava tudo em seu quarto e como cada coisa era guardada com tal zelo....me lembro do cheiro de lavanda, das flores no jardim, da flor de maio que me chamava atenção desde criança.....(as minhas nunca nasceram no mês de maio...iam florir lá pelo mês de outubro/novembro).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quanta coisa que só foi dita por ela, mesmo sendo eu tão nova sem muita compreensão daquilo tudo que me era passado e ensinado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Por mais que eu tenha a receita dos bolinhos, eles nunca ficam iguais aos dela..nunca. Frustrante e ao mesmo tempo engraçado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Éramos parecidas em quase tudo senão tudo, em épocas diferentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dentre tantos só eu a chamava de um jeito diferente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Como tudo seria diferente agora, mais proveitoso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sinto tanta falta de você em minha vida, que nada neste mundo poderia sanar tal saudade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sinto falta das conversas, dos conselhos...você me guiando a ter as atitudes certas sem que eu percebesse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sinto falta dos afagos, das canções, da sua voz e de como eu te fazia rir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;post by japa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-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/1992765000509319201-4211750963555561183?l=intensegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4211750963555561183/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/02/flor-de-maio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/4211750963555561183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/4211750963555561183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/02/flor-de-maio.html' title='flor de maio'/><author><name>Milca e Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599244759440087964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/S3wF3GQWWfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/edI03DwXr08/s72-c/685282150_ebcbf70b3a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992765000509319201.post-2202931881387991914</id><published>2010-02-11T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T09:58:25.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>COMO É QUE SE DIZ EU TE AMO HOJE EM DIA?</title><content type='html'>É engraçado como as pessoas tratam os relacionamentos de hoje. Vejo casais falando “eu te amo” como se fosse um“bom dia” ou “boa noite”. Me pergunto como é que se diz eu te amo hoje em dia?

O amor é como uma borboleta. Por mais que tente pegá-la, ela fugirá. Mas se você cultivar um belo jardim com flores, quando menos esperar, ela estará ali do seu lado. (Sim, isso foi uma metáfora) O amor pode te fazer feliz, mas às vezes também pode acabar ferindo. Mas o amor será apenas especial quando você tiver o objetivo de se dar somente a um alguém que seja realmente valioso. Por isso, pense bem no tempo livre. Amor não é se envolver com “a pessoa perfeita”, aquela dos nossos sonhos. Não existem príncipes nem princesas. Encare a outra pessoa de forma sincera e real, exaltando suas qualidades, mas sabendo também de seus defeitos. O amor só é lindo, quando encontramos alguém que nos transforme no melhor que podemos ser.

Nunca diga “eu te amo” se não te interessa. Nunca fale sobre sentimentos se estes não existem. Nunca toque numa vida, se pretende romper um coração. Nunca olhe nos olhos de alguém, se não quiser vê-lo derramar lágrimas por causa de ti. A coisa mais cruel que alguém pode fazer é permitir que alguma pessoa se apaixone por você, quando você não pretende fazer o mesmo. A verdadeira medida de compatibilidade não são os anos que passamos juntos; mas sim o quanto nesses anos nós fomos bons um para o outro. Um coração assim dura o tempo que você deseje que ele dure, e ele lastimará o tempo que você permitir. Um coração partido sente saudades, imagina como seria bom, mas não permita que ele chore para sempre. Permita-se rir, aprenda a viver, aprenda a amar as pessoas com solidariedade, aprenda a fazer coisas boas, aprenda a ajudar os outros, aprenda a viver sua própria vida. A dor de um coração partido é inevitável, mas o sofrimento é opcional.

Às vezes é duro terminar com alguém, e isso dói em você. Mas o amor também dói muito quando ele não sabe o que você sente. Não engane tal pessoa, não seja grossa e rude esperando que ela adivinhe o que você quer. Não a force a terminar com você, pois a melhor forma de ser respeitado é respeitando. Eterno, é tudo aquilo que dura uma fração de segundo, mas com tamanha intensidade, que se petrifica, e nenhuma força, jamais, o resgata.

Um dia descobrimos que beijar uma pessoa para esquecer outra, é bobagem. Você não só não esquece a outra pessoa como, pensa muito mais nela. Um dia descobrimos que se apaixonar é inevitável; um dia percebemos que as melhores provas de amor são as mais simples; um dia percebemos que o comum não nos atrai; um dia saberemos que ser classificado como o “bonzinho” não é bom... um dia percebemos que a pessoa que nunca te liga é a que mais pensa em você. Um dia percebemos que somos muito importante para alguém, mas não damos valor a isso; um dia percebemos como aquela pessoa faz falta, mas aí já é tarde demais... enfim; um dia descobrimos que apesar de viver quase um século; esse tempo todo não é suficiente para realizarmos todos os nossos sonhos, para dizer tudo o que tem que ser dito. O jeito é: ou nos confortamos com a falta de algumas coisas na nossa vida ou lutamos pra realizar todas as nossas loucuras.

Quem não compreende um olhar tampouco compreenderá uma longa explicação. Um dia saberemos que realmente nada acontece por acaso. Quem é realmente especial, sempre fica. Dizem que se leva um minuto na vida para reparar numa pessoa especial. Uma hora para apreciá-la. Um dia para amá-la. Mas é necessário uma vida inteira para esquecê-la. Uma vez ouvi que a amizade é “uma única alma, habitando dois corpos”, e o amor nada mais é do que a amizade em chamas.


Anderson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992765000509319201-2202931881387991914?l=intensegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2202931881387991914/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/02/como-e-que-se-diz-eu-te-amo-hoje-em-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/2202931881387991914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/2202931881387991914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/02/como-e-que-se-diz-eu-te-amo-hoje-em-dia.html' title='COMO É QUE SE DIZ EU TE AMO HOJE EM DIA?'/><author><name>Milca e Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599244759440087964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992765000509319201.post-3488082500110606347</id><published>2010-02-10T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T06:53:48.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>she´s a good girl crazy 'bout Elvis...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://k12online.wikispaces.com/file/view/WhenNightFalls.jpg/30185118/WhenNightFalls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 358px;" src="http://k12online.wikispaces.com/file/view/WhenNightFalls.jpg/30185118/WhenNightFalls.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ela é uma boa garota, ama sua mãe
Ama Jesus e a América também
Ela é uma boa garota, louca pelo Elvis
Ama cavalos e o seu namorado também

É um longo dia vivendo em Reseda
Há uma estrada em direção ao pátio
E eu sou um cara mau porque nem mesmo sinto a falta dela
Eu sou um cara mau por partir o coração dela
E eu estou livre, caindo livremente
Sim eu estou livre, caindo livremente
Todos os vampiros caminhando pelo vale
Indo para o oeste de Ventura Boulevard
Todos os caras maus permanecem nas sombras
Todas as garotas boas estão em casa com seus corações
partidos
E eu estou livre, caindo livremente
Sim eu estou livre, caindo livremente

Eu quero deslizar até Mulholland
Eu quero escrever o nome dela no céu
Quero cair livremente pro nada
Quero deixar esse mundo por um tempo.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;post by japagirl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992765000509319201-3488082500110606347?l=intensegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3488082500110606347/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/02/ela-e-uma-boa-garota-ama-sua-mae-ama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/3488082500110606347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/3488082500110606347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/02/ela-e-uma-boa-garota-ama-sua-mae-ama.html' title='she´s a good girl crazy &apos;bout Elvis...'/><author><name>Milca e Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599244759440087964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992765000509319201.post-1019680513851970654</id><published>2010-02-07T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T03:40:41.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>supermercado.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cidademarketing.com.br/2009/sysfotos/imagensexibicao/noticias/junho2009/supermercado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.cidademarketing.com.br/2009/sysfotos/imagensexibicao/noticias/junho2009/supermercado.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;O ar gelado invade meu peito, faz meu coração bater mais forte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Eu fecho os olhos, mas mesmo assim eu vejo tudo...eu vejo você em passos lentos na minha direção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Então o outono se vai e aquela bela paisagem que se fez na minha janela durante toda a estação se vai junto...e agora cabe a mim esperar pelo ano que vem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Eu já não serei a mesma no final do dia, amanhã...muito menos ano que vem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Eu fico em silêncio tentando compreender tudo ao meu redor, mas as coisas se complicam quando o assunto é você. Eu nem noto as mudanças nas demais pessoas, parece normal e eu as aceito, mas vindo de você chega a ser um choque que me incomoda e me enche a cabeça de questões...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Parece mais fácil desistir, deixar como está porque eu sei onde tudo isso vai levar e eu não sei se estou com cabeça, juízo perfeito para tratar isso com certa decência merecida. E tem outra também...eu cansei...eu cansei de muita coisa...coisas repetitivas como as horas num relógio...all the same over and over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Compras, supermercado cheio, voz do locutor anunciando preços e preços, promoções e mais promoções...e eu ali na minha completa indecisão entre sabor creme com chocolate ou só chocolate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;desconhecido se aproxima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- ...(olhar seguido de risos) ....prefere creme com chocolate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- ...hum na verdade sempre foi chocolate..rs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- ...então está correndo o risco da mudança?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- ...sim rs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- ...toma, leva este então creme com frutas vermelhas e pedaços de chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- ...uau, hahaha onde isso estava?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- ...na sua frente o tempo todo rs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- ...já vai passar no caixa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- ....já...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- ...tá, eu vou com vc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;......................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;"&gt;amiga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;"&gt;- Nossa japa! CREME COM FRUTAS VERMELHAS E PEDAÇOS DE CHOCOLATE?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- Pois é...estava na minha frente o tempo todo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;post by Japa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992765000509319201-1019680513851970654?l=intensegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1019680513851970654/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/02/supermercado.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/1019680513851970654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/1019680513851970654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/02/supermercado.html' title='supermercado.'/><author><name>Milca e Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599244759440087964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992765000509319201.post-8037177302055900612</id><published>2010-02-05T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T03:39:15.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Devaneios</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/S28x4_kInaI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-gWidyAgoJU/s1600-h/002vd3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435618130464906658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/S28x4_kInaI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-gWidyAgoJU/s320/002vd3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Problemas... quem não os tem? Pois é, foi em algumas conversas entre amigos que surgiram soluções um tanto quanto digamos... bom... como explicar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Tamanha a criatividade (ou a falta dela) acabamos por criar soluções (ou não) para nossos problemas! Prefiro não designar adjetivos neste momento já que o único que me vem a cabeça no é "ridículo"! Bom... ridículo ou não apresento a situação (nossa que riminha pobre! mels dels! pasmo comigo mesma) :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Cenário- esse mundo que dispensa comentários...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Personagem número 1 - Clodosélia, garota na faixa dos 24/25 anos, mais branca que a parede acabada de pintar de sua casa, um tanto quanto fora de forma e olhos grandes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Personagem número 2- Josisfauna Sasazaki, garota de origem asiatica na faixa dos 24/25 anos, tom de pele digamos... bronzeado. Se estivesse presente em um anúncio de jornal seria : Morena de olhos puxados, temperamental e irresistível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Personagem número 3- Siriscreidso, um garoto na faixa dos 23/24 anos, tão branco quanto Clodosélia, descendentes de uma raça poderosa que brilha no escuro eles se diferenciam dos outros quando expostos ao sol ganhando a coloração vermelha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Solução para o desemprego:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Baseado no sucesso de bandas como calipso no exterior a proposta é que os 3 personagens formem uma banda de funk. Mc creidso bota para quebrar enquanto josisfauna (a lacraia asiatica) e clodoselia (parente mais proxima do fantasminha camarada) dançam ao melhor estilo carioca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sucesso certo no Canadá!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;E se o mundo estivesse na mão dos 3 personagens: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ai fu... rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mas pelo menos alegria nao iria faltar! hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Baseado no famoso cirque du Soleil o trio formaria um circo. No trapézio Josisfauna (garota asiática de pele morena e descendencia bugra). Surge de palhaça Clodosélia (que só precisa do nariz vermelho graças a coloração branca natural da pele) e por último Creidso com os elefantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Em meio a conversas perceberam que talvez animais não sejam mais utilizados em circos... whatever os elefantes muito bem tratados como crianças serão parte da família no circo feliz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Em dias de tpm Clodosélia lidera a bilheteria! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Já Josisfauna quando passar pelos mesmos dias se torna segurança!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ai ai ai... Creidso ficou com ciúmes e tb quer mudar de função alguns dias!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;E eis que surge a resposta de Clodosélia (já em tpm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;" Fala isso p Josisfauna que ela te desce uma surra e você começa a sangrar! Quer trocar de função uns dias?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Resposta- : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"Vou ali com elefantes! Agradecido!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;AGUARDEM CENAS DOS PROXIMOS CAPITULOS! hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;By Mil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992765000509319201-8037177302055900612?l=intensegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8037177302055900612/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/02/devaneios.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/8037177302055900612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/8037177302055900612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/02/devaneios.html' title='Devaneios'/><author><name>Milca e Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599244759440087964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/S28x4_kInaI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-gWidyAgoJU/s72-c/002vd3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992765000509319201.post-5349060327902055890</id><published>2010-01-31T05:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T05:41:35.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>algodão doce</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://vergonhaalheiablog.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/carrinho-algodao_doce1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="http://vergonhaalheiablog.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/carrinho-algodao_doce1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O que você prefere?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não sei tá difícil de escolher...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hum...ok levamos os dois então!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Isso!!!Pode ser XD !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...............................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O que podemos fazer hoje?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Podemos ver o que está passando nos cinemas, deixa eu pegar o jornal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Olha tem esses filmes aqui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah legal, eu quero ver este aqui...uma mistura de violência com enigmas, parece legal...que acha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Enigmas? hahaha só você mesmo, nem viu o filme e consegue ver os enigmas...rs...tá vai esse então.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hum....hum.....(dedos na boca, mãos no cabelo, olhar pensativo....fomeeee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tá com fome né?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ahan...tô...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tá...onde quer comer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hum.......hum.........hum..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mac?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Isso!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Qual lanche você quer??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quarteirão, batata média, suco de uva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tá.....eu quero um Quarteirão, batata média e suco de uva ...vocês ainda estão servindo o café? Ok...então eu quero um café puro e um queijo quente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gostou das disposição dos objetos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não sei...achei meio exagerado.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mas se o intuito fosse esse? O exagero exagerado ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eu mudaria as cores, as texturas, o ambiente, a música e a iluminação...e acho que só.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah tá...claro, você mudaria tudo e a exposição teria um outro nome e teria um outro propósito...rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;É rs....você sentiu um cheiro forte lá?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Senti....é cheiro de lugar antigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;É de mofo com mistura de ácaro e pó hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quer tortinha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quero...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tó...maçã e canela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thankssssssssssssssssssssssss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Olha pra cá!!!!!!!!!! hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;rsrsrsrs.........você é foda......rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah olhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Olhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!Onde você tá indo???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Algodão doce pera ai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que cor você quer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Um rosa e um azul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nossa como é doce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hum...algodão DOCE hahahahah feito de açúcar hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;¬¬&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.............................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O que?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O que?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tá me olhando..pára.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(head down)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No que tá pensando?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Minha vida sem você....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E como seria?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Normal...só que sem a sua voz, seu sorriso, seu cheiro, suas idéias as avessas, seu jeito desajeitado de ser rs, sua presença, tuas vontades e as minhas vontades de satisfazê-las....todas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gosto de você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;......................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;post by flávia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-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/1992765000509319201-5349060327902055890?l=intensegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5349060327902055890/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-que-voce-prefere-nao-sei-ta-dificil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/5349060327902055890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/5349060327902055890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-que-voce-prefere-nao-sei-ta-dificil.html' title='algodão doce'/><author><name>Milca e Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599244759440087964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992765000509319201.post-6084244648544481731</id><published>2010-01-25T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T08:38:44.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>transtorno bipolar do humor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/S13ETvmODlI/AAAAAAAAAFI/QhONQGKryws/s1600-h/bipolar01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 249px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/S13ETvmODlI/AAAAAAAAAFI/QhONQGKryws/s320/bipolar01.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430712569152015954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ok...um dia por vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hoje eu acordei bem e a primeira coisa que eu desejei foi: "Nossa queria ficar assim o resto da semana, o resto do mês....o ano todo"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mas isso é algo impossível para quem tem transtorno bipolar do humor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Num mesmo dia você pode ir da alegria eufórica à tristeza mais profunda, sem nenhuma causa ou motivo aparente para tais sentimentos...apenas acontece. É muito importante tomar conhecimento de si próprio, assim você pode cuidar mais de si e aproveitar mais a sua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;O transtorno bipolar do humor não escolhe sexo, idade ou cor, e muitas pessoas não sabem que a tem. Existem vários tipos de transtorno com relação ao humor, eu vejo o meu sendo o mais básico porque não interfere na minha vida como um todo...são momento esporádicos durante o decorrer do ano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;O máximo que o TBH interfere no meu dia-a-dia é quando eu prefiro ficar em casa, sozinha...vendo um filme...fico mais introspectiva e não quero fazer nada, pode ser "o convite do ano", não adianta eu recuso. Não atendo o celular, não vejo e-mails, fico off....nem stand by...OFF mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;O ponto crítico é quando eu começo a ter sono durante o dia, eu não durmo durante o dia...então quando isso acontece eu já fico atenta...porque é um sono que derruba, um cansaço como seu tivesse ido carpir um lote ¬¬, esquece o ânimo..não existe. Você acorda, toma um banho...demora a tomar o café...quando vai tomar o café da manhã já está no horário do almoço, dai o almoço já era e dai você dorme....e vai a tarde toda....acorda e toma outro banho...vê as ligações no celular, vê os sms, te avisam que tal pessoa ligou..mas você nada...eu me sinto um vegetal tem dias. Eu ligo a televisão, ligo o rádio tudo meio junto, leio o jornal no fim do dia ¬¬...ai cansei e já volto dormir e acordo no dia seguinte.....melhor..normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mas as variações dos sintomas são grandes, varia de pessoa para pessoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Conheci muitas pessoas depressivas por conta do transtorno bipolar do humor, a pessoa se sente abatida, quieta e triste. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Aguns sintomas relacionado a depressão no TBH:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- Dormir muito;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- Reclamação de cansaço em tarefas simples como escovar os dentes;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- Sentir baixa auto-estima, sentimentos de inferioridade;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- Demonstra pouco interesse pelos acontecimentos e coisas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- Pode se isolar da família e amigos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- A pessoa pode se sentir, nesta fase, culpado por erros do passado, e fracassos em sua vida e de seus familiares. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- Irritabilidade, lamentos, e auto-recriminação;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- Você adquire distúrbio de apetite, ou come demais ou não come nada;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;-Queda da imunidade, adquirindo assim doenças psicossomáticas...tais como dores de cabeça...dores no corpo, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- Queda do libido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Alguns sintomas relacionados a euforia do TBH:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- Perda da inibição social, podendo passar por situações vexatórias por falta de senso crítico;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- A pessoa passa a dormir pouco e fica agitado;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- Pode falar muito, ter muitas idéias ao mesmo tempo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- Há uma alteração no libido e o indivíduo tem um aumento do desejo sexual;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- Gasta suas finanças de forma descontrolada;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- Torna-se impulsivo, irascível e inconseqüente;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- A pessoa abusa de drogas e álcool;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;-  São comuns manias como perseguição, realização de sonhos (reformas, viagens, compras) que a primeira vista podem até parecer normais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Os sintomas citados acima é apenas uma pincelada dentre diversos sintomas que uma pessoa que tenha TBH possa ter, e também não quer dizer que ela tenha tudo isso, depende de cada pessoa. Algumas tendem a ser mais depressivas e outras mais eufóricas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Você nunca conheceu alguém elétrico demais???Alegre all the time, 24h por dia???Que chamou sua atenção pra aquilo tudo? E que você por um momento pensou: Nossa por que eu não sou assim?? rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Preste bem atenção...esta pessoa pode ter TBH e quando ela se encontra sozinha, cai na real, aquilo tudo desaba de uma vez só e dai dá início a depressão. É um ciclo de sentimentos variados e inconstantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;E pra isso tudo existe tratamento, mas antes é preciso tomar conhecimento e aceitar os fatos porque dai tudo fica mais fácil, você mesmo identifica teus sentimentos e encontra meios para amenizar cada um deles, e vive mais feliz e com bem-estar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ah sim, outra coisa, não devemos confundir transtorno bipolar do humor  com as alterações de humor motivadas por dificuldades cotidianas estressantes , pois estas são momentâneas e tendem a desaparecer quando as dificuldades são resolvidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;E pras gurias, favor não confundir com sintomas de TPM tá, isso já é outra coisa, tem dia certo pra surgir e tem dia certo pra sumir XD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992765000509319201-6084244648544481731?l=intensegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6084244648544481731/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/01/transtorno-bipolar-do-humor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/6084244648544481731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/6084244648544481731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/01/transtorno-bipolar-do-humor.html' title='transtorno bipolar do humor'/><author><name>Milca e Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599244759440087964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/S13ETvmODlI/AAAAAAAAAFI/QhONQGKryws/s72-c/bipolar01.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992765000509319201.post-5984711475389038153</id><published>2010-01-22T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T18:14:18.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/S1pbLTw3hdI/AAAAAAAAAEA/onwbbxLhKvc/s1600-h/huummm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/S1pbLTw3hdI/AAAAAAAAAEA/onwbbxLhKvc/s320/huummm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429752550590481874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Meu querido....darling.....honey....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;vamos deixar claro que quem toma iniciativa da pegada é o homem ok? seja cavalheiro...seja atento....seja homem para tal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;não faça babaquices, evite a "carla" on my face pliz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;preste atenção em tudo...no português correto, pelo menos na escrita....já numa conversa você pode usar a linguagem coloquial, vira até um charme dependendo do momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e converse olhando nos olhos por favor...se você não está a fim, ou a conversa não está interessante, ou mesmo se seu QI não acompanha diga..fale ..seja sincero!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;...seja espontâneo...não um robozinho que falta fazer PI PO PUFF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;procure saber sobre cultura, filmes, música....não fique apenas nos carros, no futebol, nos esportes em geral, ou nos ferros a mais que você conseguiu puxar na academia....na luta de boxe que você derrotou um cara 3 vezes menor que você e que você se sentiu o He - Man por isso.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;não seja arrogante, não tenha soberba, não queira se mostrar........isso causa uma vergonha alheia violenta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;se você não tem certeza do que quer não faça....se você não sabe se o que irá fazer é errado ou certo, não faça! Pense...pense mil vezes, um zilhão se prevê que algo pode dar errado...principalmente se tratando de sentimentos de uma outra pessoa...da guria no caso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;atitude é melhor do que palavras?........ uma atitude certa sim..........agora uma atitude errada....ai ai ai..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;flores?...tudo bem...é algo legal....mas assim...procure saber qual flor tua guria gosta.........pelo menos pra mim rosa vermelha é o FIM! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;não procure saber tudo sobre a guria através de um relatório, vidas passadas (carla), amigos em comum, etc...deixe para conhecer de forma normal, natural, por você e ninguém mais...deixe que aconteça nas conversas e na convivência....um amigo me disse: ELE TÁ TE INVESTIGANDO???????hahahahaha agora eu dou risada mas na hora meu bem.......fiquei ESCARLATE! hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;assim.....você pode se vestir como quiser....mas certas coisas agridem.....e causam espanto......acho que nós mulheres temos certa vantagem nisso, podemos ousar mais nas roupas, nas estampas, combinações, sobreposições...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;agora você big boy...poucas dicas mas preciosas..não use num mesmo modelito xadrez com estampa (calça xadrez e camisa estampada estilo Hawaii) é muita informação...ah e outra era MICHAEL JACKSON já foi faz tempooooooo e sendo sincera, minha opinião...meia esporte com sapato social só pro rei do pop MESMO!ah outra...cuequinha VINHO, BORDOOOOO...olha dá pro tio...avô...dá pro pai....para o padrinho....porque causa um certo desconforto aos olhos que olhaaaaaaaaaa.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;comer...olha muita atenção nesta hora....hora de se alimentar...dependendo do grau de ogritude da pessoa eu saio correndo...juro corro léguas e sumo hahahahaha sem dó (como diria Rafinha).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;a gente!!!!não dá...é forçar amizade, é pedir demais!!!!!!permanecer ali com o cidadão comendo feito um tiranossauro rex!!!! JEZUIZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!! Come de boa ser humano!!!! Pensa que você está com uma lady e não com um dos teus amigos que você fica SUPER  a vontade...e que eles não ligam...e sim acham graça da ogritude, é com eles que você faz o campeonato de quem come mais!!!Lembre-se!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;seja delicado com a guria...isso é regra geral...todas as mulheres são sensíveis...emocional....físico.....TUDO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;no mais seja você....be yourself babe....e lembre-se que buscamos sempre nos aperfeiçoar em tudo na vida, tanto para o bem próprio como para o bem geral da nação ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992765000509319201-5984711475389038153?l=intensegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5984711475389038153/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/01/boys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/5984711475389038153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/5984711475389038153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/01/boys.html' title='Boys.'/><author><name>Milca e Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599244759440087964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/S1pbLTw3hdI/AAAAAAAAAEA/onwbbxLhKvc/s72-c/huummm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992765000509319201.post-8657038218381162048</id><published>2010-01-17T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T04:01:48.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>friends forever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/S1L6z4KvnNI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tFyp78_nDsw/s1600-h/amigos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/S1L6z4KvnNI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tFyp78_nDsw/s320/amigos.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427676270092590290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Estou inquieta há dias,meses...e é sempre assim quando você volta ao ponto de partida em sua vida, quando uma etapa acaba e outra recomeça e o inesperado te aguarda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;"&gt;Existiu um momento na minha vida em que eu me afastei dos meus amigos por uma outra pessoa...e eu vejo isso como um dos maiores erros que eu fiz até hoje.O bom que amigo de verdade entende as "burradas" que você faz, entende o momento que você vive e compreende que um dia você voltará a sua sanidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;E hoje a mesma situação se repete...não comigo...mas com meus amigos...alguns deles....e o que eu faço? Eu entendo como eles me entenderam, eu espero como eles me esperaram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Eu não sei se isso é uma mania adquirida por casais (namorados,casados), aquela vontade absurda de estar junto 24h ao dia e esquecer do resto da vida, ou  se entramos em alguns fatores prejudiciais tanto à relação quanto a saúde (creio eu rs) como ciúmes, insegurança, ignorância, egoísmo, desrespeito ao limite do próximo entre tantas outras coisas loucas e absurdas que é capaz a mente de um ser humano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;"&gt;Mas eu estive pensando esses dias no por quê desses sentimentos negativos que algumas pessoas adquirem com amigos (as) de seus parceiros (as) e cheguei à uma conclusão (minha lógico) que me fez certo sentido e cobriu boa parte dessa minha curiosidade sobre o fato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Quantas pessoas podem dizer que tem um amigo de verdade para poder entender o real significado dessa pessoa em nossa vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;E eu digo amigos, AMIGOS! não vale pai nem mãe, nem primo nem prima...amigo mesmo, aquela pessoa que não tem o teu sangue, o desconhecido que bateu a tua porta e virou membro da família sem ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;"&gt;Amigo que te acompanhou por anos e o acompanhará ainda por um bom tempo (aquele tempo contado num relógio chamado INFINITO), que te conhece num olhar, que te conhece num sorriso, que te conhece pelo timbre da tua voz, por palavras soltas num bate papo no msn, num sms, num e-mail...quem dirá no telefone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Amigo que te acompanha nas suas aventuras e desventuras, que te ajuda no momento em que você mais precisa, aquele ombro amigo que só pela presença já se faz válido (e muito), sem necessidade de dizeres...aquele choro compartilhado, amigo que te acalma quando você perde a razão, amigo que te entende quando o mundo te dá as costas, amigo que te atende de madrugada mesmo ele estando no décimo sono, amigo pra tudo e pra toda hora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Amigo que não te julga, mas que dá uma lição de moral (pior que mãe rs) quando você precisa e você sabe que precisa e escuta e aceita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Amigo que quer o teu bem acima de tudo e quer te ver feliz e que te ajuda a encontrar esse caminho de forma mais amena diante dos problemas que surgirão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Amigo que já te viu de pijama, descabelado, com olheira, depois de um dia de balada incessante e algumas bebidas a mais, amigo que sabe dos seus segredos e que sabe das tuas fraquezas...cara...amigo é uma coisa incrível, uma dádiva de Deus com certeza...pensa!Não tem igual!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;E amigo é muito mais que tudo isto aqui, ele te aceita e te ama como é.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Amigo termina uma frase sua de tanto que te conheçe, ri quando você paga um mico daqueles e conta pro resto dos amigos claro!Amigo que te ajuda até a conquistar aquela pessoa que você quer há um tempo...ave maria até isso!hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Amigo que perdoa teus maiores erros com ele...."mancadas" fenomenais e que nenhum outro ser humano na Terra o faria (rs).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;E tem muito mais, amigo é algo complexo sabia? hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Olha se você não tem um amigo tá em tempo, corre já abraçar o teu porque depois chega a virar vício e quando você vê....se dá conta que tá cheio deles XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Então galera vamos parar e pensar um pouco e ver que amigo é tudo de bom, e sair dessa de ciuminho bobo...insegurança desenfreada...olha existem ótimos terapeutas e psicólogos por ai viu...mas o melhor mesmo é o AMIGO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;post by Japagirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992765000509319201-8657038218381162048?l=intensegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8657038218381162048/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/01/friends-forever.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/8657038218381162048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/8657038218381162048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/01/friends-forever.html' title='friends forever!'/><author><name>Milca e Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599244759440087964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/S1L6z4KvnNI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tFyp78_nDsw/s72-c/amigos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992765000509319201.post-367600042824131658</id><published>2010-01-10T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T14:05:51.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Estive sentado no meu quarto por várias horas hoje só imaginando qual caminho seguir ou retomar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Imaginando o que eu poderia pensar agora mesmo, tentando descobrir o que eu posso estar sentindo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;pensando em coisas do passado, sentimentos que ficaram para trás. Mas não pensei apenas em mim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;pensei em algumas pessoas que convivem comigo, amigos, colegas...enfim; então escreverei para todos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Eu imagino o que cada um possa estar pensando agora mesmo, o que podem estar sentindo... e digo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;focalizem seus pensamentos no que está vindo em sua direção, não no que deixaram para trás. Algumas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;coisas sempre estarão em seu passado, seu presente e seu futuro. Você não precisa parar e procurar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Se sentirem-se amedrontados com o que vem depois, não sintam. Abracem, a incerteza. Deixem-na te guiar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sejam bravos como se ela desafiasse seus corações e suas mentes enquanto vocês criam seus próprios &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;caminhos em direção a felicidade. Não percam tempo com arrependimentos. Mergulhem de cabeça em sua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;próxima ação. Aproveitem cada momento como ele se mostra, pois vocês nunca terão outro igual. Eu sei disso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;acreditem. E se acontecer de vocês se verem perdidos, como estou agora, apenas tomem fôlego e recomecem, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;refaçam seu trajeto e voltem ao lugar mais puro em seus corações, onde sua esperança mora. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ali encontrará novamente o seu caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A.A.C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992765000509319201-367600042824131658?l=intensegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/367600042824131658/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/01/feeling-lost.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/367600042824131658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/367600042824131658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/01/feeling-lost.html' title='Feeling lost'/><author><name>Milca e Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599244759440087964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992765000509319201.post-8519718423053251487</id><published>2010-01-10T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T13:27:53.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"German side"</title><content type='html'>So I think it is amazing.
I just read Mil.'s entry and I guess that german side comment was accomplished to me. HahaJust in fact, we Germans actually do have humor and we are not so serious like everybody thinks.Of course we dont start open up right away, of course we dont smile much, of course we seem to be boring and stiff.But when you actually give it a try, to meet us, to talk with us, trying to be closer, you will see: even germans are fun.And I think Mil. u cant deny it girl, because we actually had a lot of fun :D

I think that German people are too strict with themselves, they always have a lot of stress, they always have to be punctual. I remember exactly when I got in touch with the first brazilian girl. They have tiiiime, and now hurry at all. And I was getting nervous, excited, finally a little bit furious. But thats almost two years ago, I'm glad that you girls changed that german side of me.

And German humor is just very sarcastic, a little bit dry and you need time to understand it. We love to be ironic. We love to make a dry comment about something with a death face mode. But when you are used to it, you can laugh your a** off.

The thing is, I'm already my second year abroad, so not just my German becomes worse and worse, now also my German habits are escaping.
The first year i was in the States, the second now in France.
And the reactions are always the same. I have the problem that people think I'm Russian, or Austrian, American or French...but almost never German. Because I laugh so much, they say.
And I dont have the need to talk German all the time when i'm abroad, I'm always talking English.

&lt;a href="http://www.toytowngermany.com/lofi/index.php/t133069.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.toytowngermany.com/lofi/index.php/t133069.html&lt;/a&gt;

hilarious comments bout weird german habits if anybody's interested ;)

But however, I also met Brasilians here. And it seems they always brighten up everything with laughs, dancing and rhythm.
I'm sometimes jealous. I would love to enter a room like a Brazilian girl, just BOOM  and everybody is amazed ;)
I think you can be so happy that its just in your nature.

Post by Chapstick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992765000509319201-8519718423053251487?l=intensegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8519718423053251487/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/01/german-side.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/8519718423053251487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/8519718423053251487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/01/german-side.html' title='&quot;German side&quot;'/><author><name>Milca e Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599244759440087964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992765000509319201.post-7406347258345254704</id><published>2010-01-07T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T06:09:03.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make it better</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/S0YW3kwoGOI/AAAAAAAAADw/t9I0EQlcEDM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424047945230588130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/S0YW3kwoGOI/AAAAAAAAADw/t9I0EQlcEDM/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hi everybody! Like you know I was traveling. Yes, it was amazing! I went to Santa Catarina coast and it’s really beautiful there! If you have the opportunity just go to Florianópolis, it’s wonderfull! The blue water, the soft sand… people are really beautiful there as well.
But I’m here to tell ya what a such huge lesson I learned in this paradise! i was there, walking, when I realized a mom advising her 2 sons to not look that way to my big butt, she said they should be more discreet. I was there just walking when the guy looked straight to my butt saying “good and healthy!”. I was seating when another one came to my dad to say “hi sir!” so gently and after this I walked to buy some water and he came to say “hi! Nice butt!” . and here I am with the face and the thoughts like “what??? You must be kidding your f. stupid kid!” .
But I got now… maybe I understood! have you ever heard "The girl from Ipanema"?

“Tall and tan and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And she passes, each one she passes goes “a aaah”
When she walks she’s like a samba that
Swings so cool and sways so gentle
That when she passes, each one she passes goes “a aaah”. ”

Such a beautiful song and all because of her butt and the way she walk… they don’t look at you, they look your butt, they don’t care about your weight, they look your butt, they don’t care how old you are, they look your butt, they don’t care about how smart you are, they look your butt, they just don’t care about it… they are looking your butt.
So as a new year conclusion you don’t need to have a nice butt, they’ll look as a matter of fact and they’ll like. Yes, I was surprised too when I heard good things with my cellulite and jelly butt! So I won’t loose weigh! I’ll take care of my butt reading more books! And the physical activities I’ll start at Monday’s as usual as diets! I’m so surprised with their tasteless…
Anyway, they don’t care if you have a nice butt, they are checking all the time… it’s harder than them! They can’t control! Just like a girl with big boobs I’ll start to say “hey! Up here! Wow I have a face! Incredible!”
Fla we can start to make skirts with the words “all the way up!” hahahaha
Stopping the jokes a lil bit (lil that’s my german side! Hahaha) it would be wonderful if everytime you see a butt you write a beautiful song like Tom Jobim did with "The girl from ipanema"… at least we would be happier with the song and not feeling like a piece of meat in a big butt shape. Make some bossa nova, make some r&amp;amp;b, make some rock and rolll, make some pop, make some blues, make it better!
Tks,
M.
&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B2UYVvkpYRo&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B2UYVvkpYRo&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992765000509319201-7406347258345254704?l=intensegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7406347258345254704/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/01/make-it-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/7406347258345254704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/7406347258345254704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/01/make-it-better.html' title='Make it better'/><author><name>Milca e Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599244759440087964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/S0YW3kwoGOI/AAAAAAAAADw/t9I0EQlcEDM/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992765000509319201.post-5810611197755544675</id><published>2010-01-06T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T14:11:09.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running</title><content type='html'>When i saw u the first time
i thought it'll be fine
i dont feel anything anymore
i thought im through it

but after talking with u
after all the laughs we had
that one nite
i feel like im torn apart now

our looks
our secret thoughts
our touching

and after all

we start running , running away again
again again
running against the world
running away from the us
running away from our love

u say u r not brave enough
u say u cant do it yet
i will give u ur time
i know y u need so much of it
we messed up that nite

u left, i left
far away from each other
we r both keep thinkin bout each other
u cant deny it
we touched our hearts that nite

our honesty
our feelings
our love

and after all

we start running, running away again
again again
running against the world
running away from the us
running away from our love

so what now?
I am thinkin so much about you, every day
im listening to your songs every nite before sleeping
it seems u dont care but i know u do

so please

lets stop running
lets stop hiding
lets stay here together

but u r still
running running running
away from me

but i stay and wait
for you

Post by Chapstick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992765000509319201-5810611197755544675?l=intensegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5810611197755544675/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/01/running.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/5810611197755544675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/5810611197755544675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/01/running.html' title='Running'/><author><name>Milca e Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599244759440087964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992765000509319201.post-9132974711388823869</id><published>2010-01-05T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T10:07:15.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>right here right now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/S0N-6XeY02I/AAAAAAAAADo/vn_NzWRLS3M/s1600-h/estrada-escura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/S0N-6XeY02I/AAAAAAAAADo/vn_NzWRLS3M/s320/estrada-escura.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423317917483193186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Calor!!!Calor!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Chuva!!!Chuva!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Summer time babe ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Humor bipolar faz um nó nos meus pensamentos e no meu humor!!! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hoje verei o Ander e não faço idéia do que iremos fazer, mas não sei acho que vai chover hahahaha(always!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Bem que eu poderia ir ao Mac - aaaaaaaaaa- No I can not eat junk food!!! - so japanese food!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Vontade absurda de sair deste país no verão e ir para um país onde o inverno esteja com tudo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Lembrei agora que esqueci de ir ao dentista de novo - aaaaaa - pela segunda vez ¬¬ - minha memória não anda nada boa ultimamente...E não adianta post it, nem mesmo escrever na testa ¬¬&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;Lembro quando vi o clipe do Nelly com a Janet e nossa senhora, achei que o Nelly era o 50 Cent! O que ele tomou?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Bomba só pode, acho que foi o primeiro clipe que ele aperece na nova fase badboy dele, todo bombadão,gigantesco!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Clipe: Call on me - a música é super gostosinha de ouvir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Eu não estou conseguindo me concentrar nas leituras, quando vejo meu pensamento está na Lua ¬¬&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Queria todas as temporadas de friends,grey´s anatomy, box de filmes....the godfather tb....star wars...que mais? ah quero tudo hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Queria tanto que as pessoas entendessem um olhar seguido de um sorriso do tipo "ai minha nossa" que quer dizer: Você não é legal....saiiii daqui!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Queria tanto tecla CTRL ALT Z às vezes na minha vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Azul??Roxo???ou Preto???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;marasmo,tédio,marasmo,tédio,marasmo,tédio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i hate to feel this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;trilha sonora: Get UP! Go insane! - FATBOYSLIM   XD  !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;post by Tamagoshi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992765000509319201-9132974711388823869?l=intensegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/9132974711388823869/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/01/right-here-right-now.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/9132974711388823869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/9132974711388823869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/01/right-here-right-now.html' title='right here right now'/><author><name>Milca e Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599244759440087964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/S0N-6XeY02I/AAAAAAAAADo/vn_NzWRLS3M/s72-c/estrada-escura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992765000509319201.post-6557641715830754629</id><published>2010-01-02T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T12:30:15.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...well...I think she knows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tC1P9GjwXkc&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tC1P9GjwXkc&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;...e no fim eu acabei não indo para Santa Catarina por conta da cólica de rim mais a crise de gastrite nervosa...eu nunca senti tanta dor na minha vida..omg!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;..é Milca....a japa anda um pouco perdida esses dias..pensando aqui com meus botões, pensamento não pára, tá a milhão...e nossa como é horrível ficar sem comunicação..eu já desisti dos sms, enviei mais à você mas final de ano nada funciona ¬¬&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;...percebi meus estágios de humor durante o período de dor que eu fiquei, primeiro fico triste, depois triste preocupada, depois preocupada e nervosa, depois nervosa e aflita, depois aflita e desesperada, depois com raiva, depois raiva e ódio e por fim fúria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;..na Santa Casa (hospital), levou uma vida para ser atendida por um residente de mer** sem especialização alguma, eu sabia mais dos meus problemas do que ele sabia chupar uma cana e assoviar ao mesmo tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;...e na saída do hospital sem nada resolvido eu escuto de 2 caras as seguintes frases:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Primeiro cara: - Psiiiiiiiiii japinha gatinha, tem dono?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Resposta da japa "gatinha": VAI PRO INFERNO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Não é perceptível uma pessoa com dor há 48h, saindo de um hospital???Ou o cara é tão OUT que achou que ali era balada??Sorocaba tem cada jerkass que eu desacredito... ¬¬&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Segundo cara: - Olha a japinhaaaa, se quiser carrego e levo pra casa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Resposta objetiva: Vai tomar no c*!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Quando você pensa que não tem mais forças nem para falar, um otário te faz provar o contrário!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;No fim das contas minha mãe fez meus exames, e após 1h saiu os resultados. Thank God!! E eu pude tomar os medicamentos certos, cujo quais acabam hoje! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Comecei a mexer numas coisas antigas, aquelas coisas que por algum motivo você coloca em caixas e passa N vezes a fita em volta dela, coloca numa sacola e dá vários nós, e escreve por cima DO NOT OPEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;....e dai o tempo passa e você esquece as razões de todo esse procedimento, até abrir e ver o que é, o que tem lá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;E parte da sua vida passada volta em segundos vendo lembranças, memórias...objetos que te levam aquele tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;E por um momento eu penso se fiz a coisa certa, mas já era já estava feito...então vamos lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A sensação hoje em dia é bem diferente da época em que elas foram guardadas pela primeira vez, e ver essa mudança chega a ser ironico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Dá uma saudade tamanha de tanta coisa...das pessoas...da vida que eu tinha naquele tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mas tudo isso foi interrompido pela chegada inesperada (pra mim pelo menos) de uns parentes que vieram do outro lado do mundo, sendo metade deles desconhecidos pra mim ¬¬&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Retomei a faxina hoje, interminável!!!Resolvi organizar tudo no meu quarto, cada detalhe e me atentei a certos dvds que eu não tenho e quero muito ter, box de seriados que não fechei toda temporada aaa, comecei a pensar em todos eventos que quero ir este ano, a shows aaa!!! Jesus acuda Moisés!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Eu espero que toda zica tenha ficado em 2009, porque olha..teve zica em 2009 pra mim pelo menos hahahaha até nos últimos instantes coisas inusitadas aconteceram que me deixaram chocada hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Até hoje eu não consigo usar meus óculos 24h,não consigo já tentei!!!Uso quando necessário, criei essa regra inexistente hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Algo que me deixou feliz foi saber pela Fernanda que eu posso comer chocolate sim, tem que ser bem mas bem amargoooOOOO, esse pode e light de preferência...ainda bem que eu não tenho frescura com chocolate, acho que comeria até o mocolate do Friends hahahaha credoooOOOO hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Milca volte logo...preciso planejar nossa próxima viagem já que esta zicou hahahaha ah sim, estou com uma baita vontade de comer o churros de Bauru...aquela coisa gigantesca hahahaha, que merda eu não posso comer mais nada que eu gosto, que injustiça isso.....tenho que arranjar outro hobby haushauhsasausa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Curta muito por mim Branca :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Posted by Japa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-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/1992765000509319201-6557641715830754629?l=intensegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6557641715830754629/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/01/welli-think-she-knows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/6557641715830754629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/6557641715830754629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2010/01/welli-think-she-knows.html' title='...well...I think she knows'/><author><name>Milca e Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599244759440087964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992765000509319201.post-2393195135240347595</id><published>2009-12-24T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T14:47:32.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Xmas :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/SzPq3oP0aAI/AAAAAAAAADg/I30nNSKOuqw/s1600-h/fa_o_make_no_natal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/SzPq3oP0aAI/AAAAAAAAADg/I30nNSKOuqw/s320/fa_o_make_no_natal.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418933018074310658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Stelling, você estava certo...e aqui está meu post :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family:arial;"&gt;48 horas com dores insuportáveis de gastrite, nenhuma posição que melhore a dor, nem de cabeça para baixo (sim eu tentei isso)...tomando um coquetel de remédios e diria que isso foi a minha alimentação nesses 2 dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Ir para um hospital? Sim isso foi cogitado até minha mãe ligar para a amiga dela que estava dando plantão no hospital e ela dizer que lá estava caótico e que não havia especialistas, apenas residentes ¬¬.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;É de se imaginar, afinal é véspera de Natal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Mas enfim, pra isso serve a família reunida nessa época do ano e vamos beber todos os chás que todas as minhas tias indicaram, e eu tomei todos sem exceção, sei todos que funcionam, sei todos que não funcionam e sei todos que me deixaram pior aaaaaaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family:arial;"&gt;O meu gastro só volta depois de todas as festas, pelo menos minha mãe já conseguiu saber o resultado de um dos meus exames e sei que não tenho H Pylori, menos mal, senão seria 6 meses de tratamento com antibiótico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Então é véspera de Natal e eu não vou arredar o pé de casa até estar 100%, já chega ter assustado o Ander na terça-feira, quando ele me viu mal com as dores...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family:arial;"&gt;Eu não quero ver meus parentes assustados ou mesmo causar infarto ou nada relacionado nas idosas mais sensíveis ¬¬&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family:arial;"&gt;Agora eu tenho que aguentar os comentários das mulheres da família, dizendo que puxei o lado espanhol, que sou CASCA DE FERIDA!!!!!!! E que sou estressada e nervosa  ¬¬&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Que eu deveria desenvolver mais meu lado oriental, meditar, ser mais calma....ou mandar todos a Lua...........¬¬&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Estou vendo Diário de Bidget Jones, eu simplesmente amo este filme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family:arial;"&gt;Eu estou há 2 meses exatos sem comer chocolate...sem passar perto da seção de chocolate nos hipermercados....nas lojas de chocolate.......OMG!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family:arial;"&gt;Papai Noel eu já sei o que quero de presente de Natal!!! UM ESTÔMAGO NOVO EM FOLHA PRA ONTEM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;É isso people MARRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE, que Deus ilumem todos e que esta data seja um momento de reflexão para todos nós, para rever tudo o que fizemos este ano, botar na balança os prós e os contras e aprender sempre, para nos tornarmos pessoas melhores numa crescente finita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Então é isso, não exagerem na bebedeira nem na comilança e Feliz Natal!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family:arial;"&gt;Vamos aproveitar cada segundo ao lado de pessoas que amamos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Feliz Natal à todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Japa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X2jHbU_slPY&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X2jHbU_slPY&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-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/1992765000509319201-2393195135240347595?l=intensegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2393195135240347595/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-xmas-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/2393195135240347595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/2393195135240347595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-xmas-d.html' title='Merry Xmas :D'/><author><name>Milca e Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599244759440087964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/SzPq3oP0aAI/AAAAAAAAADg/I30nNSKOuqw/s72-c/fa_o_make_no_natal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992765000509319201.post-3129334200668806372</id><published>2009-12-23T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T11:03:35.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavras ao vento</title><content type='html'>O que você prometeu;
Mais uma vez não aconteceu.

A dor que eu desejei não ter;
Parece agora realmente nascer.

Dói no peito o que você me fez;
Dói no coração a paixão que se desfez.

Na mente lembranças de um sonho abandonado;
Na vida a idéia de um compromisso acabado.

Antes eu sonhava, agora já não durmo.
Mas vale a pena isso tudo?



Eu já nem lembro mais quando eu escrevi isso mas, sei que foi em uma época de agonia e êxtase. Uma época em que eu vivia em conflito comigo mesmo...o coração brigando com a razão a cada minuto. E eu entre eles. Tentando encontrar uma saída, viver um amor, ter um sopro de alegria, amar uma menina. Tudo em vão pois, por mais tempo que passemos com uma pessoa, nunca vamos saber, realmente, como ela é, e no fim acabamos tendo uma surpresa. Nem sempre tão boa. Mas nada acontece por acaso, certo?

De tudo aquilo eu aprendi muita coisa, outras foram confirmadas por amigos e, até por pessoas que não eram tão amigas assim. Mas enfim, a grande ironia de nossos tempos são as pessoas...não vou generalizar ok? Mas “certos tipos de pessoas” se “vestem” de boazinhas e montam um verdadeiro enredo na vida. Para quê? Apenas para viver algo que desejam, para conseguirem algo que anseiam ou simplesmente porque gostam de fazer aquilo. Viver uma fantasia, serem falsas e mentirosas. Tenho pena de pessoas assim; não. Na verdade não tenho pena delas não...de hipocrisia já chega a deles. Eu não sinto nada por pessoas assim, eu ignoro...desprezo.

Uma amiga minha uma vez me falou: “Existem pessoas boas que fazem coisas ruins, e existem pessoas ruins que fazem coisas ruins”. Essa frase caiu perfeitamente para a situação que eu havia passado, e ela faz todo o sentido. Não se enganem, as pessoas não mudam, elas são o que são e pronto. Podem mudar um pouco a atitude, o comportamento mas, apenas por um período de tempo. Aquilo que cada um tem consigo; isso nunca irá mudar. É como um amigo diz: “Todo mundo pensando em deixar um mundo melhor para as pessoas; quando é que vamos pensar em deixar pessoas melhores para o mundo?”

By A. A. C.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992765000509319201-3129334200668806372?l=intensegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3129334200668806372/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/palavras-ao-vento.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/3129334200668806372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/3129334200668806372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/palavras-ao-vento.html' title='Palavras ao vento'/><author><name>Milca e Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599244759440087964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992765000509319201.post-8562865459606852498</id><published>2009-12-22T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T19:36:28.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi everybody! i'm writing in english cause some friends are learning portuguese now, so let's make it easy for them ok?
I love how people read this blog and how they come to talk with us saying what they think about it, but what i like the most is how good friends just became part of it! I love to read their words!
Ander we are so different but when i read your comments or your post here... well everything fits in my life you know? and we became to have so much in common! i love to know more about you, love to laugh with you! and i can't forget, love to sing with you! hahahaha
Rafinha my love (leia-se amado!hahahah) your words are allways a good surprise! your sense of style and your happiness when you write something it's just wonderful! your happiness make us happy! you do it with your posts boy! I can't wait to see you!
Furavia... the mind that made this became true... what can i say about you? you can write everything or nothing and i'll understand you! i love your posts, you allways make me smile! we have so many good memories and we never stop! gosh... we are not usual! you are my japonese sister! and it's incredible how we do it, how we go trough some stuff, you know what i'm talking about... it's amazing how we made our bad mood/feelings start good ideas and good ideas just are becoming true with the time.
For the friends that i never read here... well, i can't wait for you people!!!! Domi my girl from Germany, you have to do it as soon as possible! you have good histories! hahaha but please don't put me in a bad position ok? hahahahaha
Leo my best friend ever! you are the best with the words! you have the talent to sing your true! i'll finish this with one of your songs...
love you all!
Mil.

"Cade o mundo, onde o meu foi parar?
Será que se esqueceu de mim ou resolveu me abandonar?
A vida é assim, coisas vem e coisas vão…
Nada é igual, tudo se renova, tudo volta ao seu lugar.
Diversão é tudo oq eu vejo,
Vidas que se misturam
Pensamentos que se confundem,
O sol brilha lá fora…"

Só um pedacinho para vocês ficarem com gosto de quero mais! hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992765000509319201-8562865459606852498?l=intensegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8562865459606852498/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/hi-everybody-im-writing-in-english.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/8562865459606852498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/8562865459606852498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/hi-everybody-im-writing-in-english.html' title=''/><author><name>Milca e Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599244759440087964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992765000509319201.post-8610268881773417654</id><published>2009-12-21T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T19:56:40.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer! Summer! Summer! Fashion Summer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/SzBDZ_pNu2I/AAAAAAAAADY/fUXAEtrRZdc/s1600-h/espaco-fashion-verao-2010-blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417904465586797410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/SzBDZ_pNu2I/AAAAAAAAADY/fUXAEtrRZdc/s320/espaco-fashion-verao-2010-blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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Verãozão...calor...sol...ao contrário da Japagirl eu amo essa época!
Pessoas bronzeadas, corpitos à mostra, mar, areia, piscina, picolé, raspadinha, camarão! Já sabe o que vai vestir?
Pelo que tenho visto nas tops semanas de moda o que mais vai pegar nesse verão é o tal novo 'nude' e as peças fluorescentes! Vale tb as cores de "bebês" , azul bebê, rosa bebê, amarelo bebê, tanto para a mulherada como para os hombres.
Sobreposições de cores também será acerto em cheio.

♦Mulheres: abusem das saias e dos mini dress, vale balonê e saia rodada também, rodada ao estilo colegial e até ao estilo bailaina.
♦Homens: excesso de branco, nude, e tecido 'podre'. Gola 'V' nas camisetas e bermudas de tons marrons e beges sempre serão bem vindas também! Abusem de sandália e tênis básico.

Acessórios, lembrem-se deles! Faixa de cetim no cabelo, lenços não só na cabeça mas também na cintura - mas cuidado se vc for baixa - brilho e muito brilho para a noite, e muita transparência nos pés.
Falando em acessório para as girls, para as que tem cabelos compridos o famoso 'rabo de cavalo' estará em altíssima até o fim da estação.

Ombro, muitooooo ombro, blusinhas de um ombro só e tomara que caia voltaram com tudo!
Estampas de florais nessa época nunca caem de moda, mas dê ênfase nas novidades
de estampas de animais, como as de oncinhas, que chegaram com tudo, chegaram
com cores bem coloridas, roxo, amarelo, rosa, azul, verde!
Óculos escuros é essencial, destaque para os enormes e bem redondos!
Biquini com estampas de folhas e até babados estão em todas as vitrines, sungas amarelas e até rosa-pink estão fazendo a cabeça dos homens de bom gosto!

Não se esqueçam do protetor solar e do protetor labial, e lembre-se: moda é ser vc mesmo!
Mergulhem bastante e não exagerem no álcool! Um ótimo verão à todos^^

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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Eu trabalhei esta semana toda numa produção fotográfica para uma campanha publicitária que logo estará nos impressos em todo país e também na internet.Quando tudo ficar pronto eu coloco o link aqui no blog e coloco as fotos também!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Eu costumo dizer que "produção" em Publicidade Propaganda é o braçal da coisa...então digamos que minha escala em "produção" era de "peão júnior" e que hoje em dia eu sou "peão senior" hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Tô subindo de cargo, logo logo eu chego a "mestre de obra" (Ander lembrei de ti aqui, falando de construção e do "piti" que você deu com o mestre de obras mais os pedreiros hahaha - e vou deixar o pessoal curioso quanto ao fato também hahahaha).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;E no fim das contas você é um pouco de tudo na produção, você faz a maquiagem, retoca a maquiagem, cuida da luz, equipamentos, cuida do cabelo, cuida do figurino, dos objetos em cena, da disposição dos mesmos, da locação e devolução de tudo, cuida dos modelos, da alimentação do povo, da montagem do cenário, desmontagem, condução da galera ida e volta, e por aí vai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;E como eu fiquei feliz, animada nessa semana, empolgada com o agito todo, por ver novos rostos e ir a lugares diferentes também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Mas existem os momentos delicados, onde algumas pessoas estão em processo de regressão mental e retornam a época das cavernas e ficam ogras por tempo indeterminado e dai esquecem a boa educação; que é algo que vem de berço, ou tem ou não tem.....e se não tem meu filho....meu querido você vai aprender na raça e tardiamente mas vai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Porque a minha educação depende da sua sim senhor, e um simples "por favor" e um "muito obrigado" não faz cair os braços  de ninguém, não deixa brocha, não dá rugas, o peito não cai e nem dá estrias, muito menos celulite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Eu adoro esse corre, eu adoro esse cansaço dia após dia de trabalho e como sinto falta disso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Mas logo as coisas voltam ao normal, é uma questão de tempo apenas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;E então chega sexta-feira e você já fica feliz, afinal para quem não trabalha de sábado, a sexta-feira já é o começo do final de semana, e tudo o que eu mais queria nesse dia era dormir e dormir porque juntando cansaço físico da semana inteira de produção mais a minha vida toda de sedentarismo agudo hahahaha o cansaço tava no topo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Mas eu não dormi legal...fui dormir às 3 a.m. e acordei às 7 a.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Não acreditei que não conseguia dormir mais e que nem na cama eu queria ficar...acordei elétrica com a cabeça a mil, pensando em muita coisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Fui tomar banho e uma dica que eu dou à todos é tomar banho ouvindo música (Ander eu to amando o cel. que você me deu com aquele som potente; o banheiro já tem aquela acústica então imagine o escândalo do som rs), é uma terapia sem fim e você monta o set list das mais preferidas, ou coloca um cd que mais ama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Eu fazia isso anos atrás e não sei porque cargas dágua eu parei de fazer...  ¬¬&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Você corre o risco de esquecer da vida no banho, mas todos ligados na economia da água hein galera!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Milca...momento nosso flor....adivinha o que a japonesa fez???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Adivinha....chuta...mas chuta com gosto...vai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;É...eu fiz um teste com o hair aqui...descolori e to falando isso aqui pra todo mundo saberrrrr hahahaha porque ver é mais difícil, eu não vou tirar foto da situação que o meu cabelo se encontra hahahaha só te digo que você tinha razão...do LARANJA NÃO PASSA kkkkkkkkkkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;PQP!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OMFG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;É o que dá acordar no sábado de manhã!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Milca...a mala já está do meu lado aqui e eu estou achando a bichinha imensa cara.....IMENSA. O japonês foi comigo buscar a mala e carregou ela pra mim naquele shopping infernal cheio de gente, porque nas Lojas Americanas eu já tinha colocado ela no chão e estava puxando pelas rodinhas e berrando DÁ LICENÇAAAAAA naquele estresse básico da oriental, me segurando pra não berrar SAI DA FRENTEEEE MATA TODO MUNDOOO hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Ai...ai ai...dezembro me dá coisas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Valeu japa pela mega ajuda com a mala e pelo passeio, e por ver você estressado japa..hahaha coisa rara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Vamos dizer as pessoas com o dedo apontado: VOCÊ E VOCÊ!! SIM VOCÊ TAMBÉM!!!!!MOOOOOORRRRRAAAAAAAA...falece por favor? aushuahsuahsushua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Milca...você perguntou se cabe muita coisa na mala...olha cabe até eu bem enroladinha HAHAHAHA. Melhor não dar idéia, vai que na estadia no sul você se enche da minha pessoa e me despacha pro Paraguai e dai eu encontro o Paraguaio ele me mata hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Rever pessoas pode causar muita coisa dentro de nós,muito sentimentos,muitas lembranças...e no momento eu sinto como se alguém tivesse jogado uma mala dentro da minha garagem com todas as suas memórias e eu não soubesse o que fazer com aquilo tudo, mas compreendia o valor de tudo aquilo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;A vida é surpreendente, e o momento é sensível...frágil de qualquer mudança que possa ocorrer, possível de fuga daquilo que  te bagunça os pensamentos e que te faz não saber por onde começar ordená-los.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;E eu ainda não posso comer chocolate.................  :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Post by japinha ^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#FF0000;"&gt;
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&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/1992765000509319201-1633012730067528915?l=intensegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1633012730067528915/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/salvation-dont-do-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/1633012730067528915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/1633012730067528915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/salvation-dont-do-it.html' title='Sky!'/><author><name>Milca e Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599244759440087964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/SyzNk4KKjxI/AAAAAAAAADQ/E7EJla6kX18/s72-c/ceu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992765000509319201.post-8008079173835729948</id><published>2009-12-15T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T14:28:35.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aprendizado</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Depois de algum tempo você aprende a diferença, a sutil diferença entre dar a mão e acorrentar uma alma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E você aprende que amar não significa apoiar-se. E que companhia nem sempre significa segurança. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Começa a aprender que beijos não são contratos e que presentes não são promessas. Começa a aceitar suas derrotas com a cabeça erguida e olhos adiante, com a graça de um adulto e não com a tristeza de uma criança. Aprende a construir todas as suas estradas no hoje, porque o terreno do amanhã é incerto demais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; os planos, e o futuro tem o costume de cair em meio ao vão. Depois de um tempo você aprende que o sol queima se ficar exposto por muito tempo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E aprende que, não importa o quanto você se importe, algumas pessoas simplesmente não se importam... E aceita que não importa quão boa seja uma pessoa, ela vai feri-lo de vez em quando e você precisa perdoá-la por isso; já outras pessoas não merecem esse perdão. Aprende que falar pode aliviar dores emocionais .Descobre que se leva anos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; construir confiança e apenas segundos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; destruí-la... E que você pode fazer coisas em um instante das quais se arrependerá pelo resto da vida. Aprende que verdadeiras amizades continuam a crescer mesmo a longas distâncias. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E o que importa não é o que você tem na vida, mas quem você tem na vida. E que bons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; são a família que nos permitiram escolher. Aprende que não temos de mudar de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; se compreendemos que os &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; mudam... Percebe que seu melhor amigo e você podem fazer qualquer coisa, ou nada, e terem bons momentos juntos. Descobre que as pessoas com quem você mais se importa na vida são tomadas de você muito depressa... por isso sempre devemos deixar as pessoas que amamos com palavras amorosas; pode ser a última vez que as vejamos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aprende que as circunstâncias e os ambientes têm influência sobre nós, mas nós somos responsáveis por nós mesmos. Começa a aprender que não se deve comparar com os outros, mas com o melhor que pode ser. Descobre que se leva muito tempo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; se tornar a pessoa que quer ser, e que o tempo é curto. Aprende que não importa onde já chegou, mas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; onde está indo... mas, se você não sabe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; onde está indo, qualquer caminho serve. Aprende que, ou você controla seus atos, ou eles o controlarão... e que ser flexível não significa ser fraco ou não ter personalidade, pois não importa quão delicada e frágil seja uma situação, sempre existem dois lados. Aprende que heróis são pessoas que fizeram o que era necessário fazer, enfrentando as conseqüências. Aprende que paciência requer muita prática. Descobre que algumas vezes a pessoa que você espera que o chute quando você cai é uma das poucas que o ajudam a levantar-se. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aprende que maturidade tem mais a ver com os tipos de experiência que se teve e o que você aprendeu com elas do que com quantos aniversários você celebrou. Aprende que há mais dos seus pais em você do que você supunha. Aprende que nunca se deve dizer a uma criança que sonhos são bobagens... Poucas coisas são tão humilhantes e seria uma tragédia se ela acreditasse nisso. Aprende que quando está com raiva tem o direito de estar com raiva, mas isso não te dá o direito de ser cruel. Descobre que só porque alguém não o ama do jeito que você quer que ame não significa que esse alguém não o ama com tudo o que pode, pois existem pessoas que nos amam, mas simplesmente não sabem como demonstrar ou viver isso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aprende que nem sempre é suficiente ser perdoado por alguém... Algumas vezes você tem de aprender a perdoar a si mesmo. Aprende que com a mesma severidade com que julga, você será em algum momento condenado. Aprende que não importa em quantos pedaços seu coração foi partido, o mundo não pára &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; que você o conserte. Aprende que o tempo não é algo que possa voltar. E você aprende que realmente pode suportar... que realmente é forte, e que pode ir muito mais longe depois de pensar que não se pode mais. E que realmente a vida tem valor e que você tem valor diante da vida! Nossas dúvidas são traidoras e nos fazem perder o bem que poderíamos conquistar se não fosse o medo de tentar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A. A. C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992765000509319201-8008079173835729948?l=intensegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8008079173835729948/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/aprendizado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/8008079173835729948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/8008079173835729948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/aprendizado.html' title='Aprendizado'/><author><name>Milca e Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599244759440087964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992765000509319201.post-5828176571050815300</id><published>2009-12-14T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T17:35:47.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunny weather.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/Sybm_x7KfCI/AAAAAAAAADI/UtfjYAUN5A4/s1600-h/luis+neves+ferreira,por+do+sol+a+preto+e+branco1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/Sybm_x7KfCI/AAAAAAAAADI/UtfjYAUN5A4/s320/luis+neves+ferreira,por+do+sol+a+preto+e+branco1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415269585367235618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Pensamos ter poder sobre as coisas....mero engano...ao meu ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Podemos escolher o que fazer dentro de uma situação, mas a situação já se deu e agora é com você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A cama estava tão gostosa, quente e o meu sono profundo e é claro, momento perfeito nunca é duradouro...nem esses momentos corriqueiros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Tem dia que você não dorme tão bem, tem dia que nem parece que você dormiu...aquela sensação de fechar e abrir os olhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Dispertador toca ao som de Sheryl Crow - Soak up the sun e eu desacredito que tenho que levantar...DESACREDITO! hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Esta foi uma manhã fria e eu mal sai da cama e me joguei debaixo do chuveiro e CARACA! Que frio!!!! Eu havia mudado a temperatura do chuveiro OMFG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sorocaba é definitivamente uma cidade estranha, no mesmo dia chove, faz frio, depois abafa, faz um calor danado e acaba o vento, e as nuvens se juntam feito comadres e BRUMMMM chuva again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Coloco uma calça skinny, bota montaria, uma camiseta básica e blusa! Pensei até no cachecol e foi milagre nao colocar ou ao menos deixar na bolsa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Já são 10 da manhã e eis que surge o calor absurdo! What happens?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Eu já deveria ter me habituado afinal moro aqui há 25 anos, mas eu ainda fico indignada igual aos velhinhos na praça discutindo política.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Então o dia corre acelerado e eu conheço muita gente, revejo algumas pessoas e isso realmente é algo que me surpreende...aquela sensação gostosa de encontrar um conhecido querido que faz brotar um sorriso de canto a canto do rosto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;E faz emergir a famosa frase: "Poxa você por aqui! Num creio!!! Mundo pequeno"!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;E você vai a lugares que nunca foi, conhece pessoas, conhece um cãozinho fofo da raça  Schnauzer (e como eu adoro a sonoridade dessa palavra, eu fico repetindo várias vezes hahaha parece que estou falando alemão hahaha) olha ao redor e tudo pára por um momento menos você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;É diferente agora, tudo é diferente......anos atrás eu tentei freiar as mudanças que estavam acontecendo comigo, eu não queria mudar, eu não queria sentir o que sentia, eu não queria ter feito o que faria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Isso acontece a todas as pessoas impulsivas? Que sentem o momento e agem de forma desenfreada sem pensar nas consequências?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Somos pessoas declaradas e expostas a todo momento...e eu não sei dizer até que ponto isso é uma qualidade ou defeito, bom ou ruim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Você não pode ser mais inocente, mas você é.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Você não pode ser mais ingênua, mas você é.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Você não pode hesitar, mas você o faz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Você precisa ter certeza, mas você duvida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Você deve se calar, mas você fala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Você deve pensar, mas você apenas faz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Você não pode amar, mas.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mas eu tenho as minhas escolhas sempre e não importa a situação, o momento, a hora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Tudo na vida é superação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Post by Flávia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992765000509319201-5828176571050815300?l=intensegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5828176571050815300/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/sunny-weather.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/5828176571050815300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/5828176571050815300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/sunny-weather.html' title='sunny weather.'/><author><name>Milca e Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599244759440087964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/Sybm_x7KfCI/AAAAAAAAADI/UtfjYAUN5A4/s72-c/luis+neves+ferreira,por+do+sol+a+preto+e+branco1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992765000509319201.post-7747763690142604056</id><published>2009-12-13T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T16:29:35.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E agora José???????????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/SyWEt35oYuI/AAAAAAAAADA/MzNDpsEYGOs/s1600-h/maq+milca+hawaii+176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414880050617541346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/SyWEt35oYuI/AAAAAAAAADA/MzNDpsEYGOs/s320/maq+milca+hawaii+176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Nega esse post é para você!
Para quem não sabe eu a nega vamos viajar, passar 3 semanas em santa catarina, rodando de praia em praia, conhecendo pontos interessantes do estado e também do sul!
Eu amo viajar, desde pequena eu mudo de cidade sabe... de 4 em 4 anos mudava! Isso quando eu não mudava de casa na mesma cidade! Simplesmente amo viajar/mudar!
Quando falei para meu pai que passaria uma semana sozinha esperando uma amiga na praia ele gargalhou e soltou "Ha! como se isso fosse problema para você!" e é verdade sabe... cara de pau p adotar o lugar e me sentir moradora do local eu tenho! Conhecer a cultura e os costumes e me adaptar é comigo mesmo! Mas mesmo assim eu queria outra pessoa louca sabe! Cara de pau mesmo! Incomum, única, divertida, extrovertida, e que o lugar fosse novidade para a pessoa também! Ai eu torci para que a japonesa pudesse passar 3 semanas conhecendo o novo, se divertindo, sofrendo (po o carro será complicado rs), pagando mico, rindo, vendo fogos, escutando várias linguas, aguentando os argentinos que estarão espalhados por lá, enfim.... eu torci.
E vai rolar!!!!!! Ebaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! então eu só quero dizer que será muito divertido mesmo com os momentos de stress, sabe como é... depois de uma semana dormindo e acordando com uma pessoa...nega estou vendo você me mandar pastar! rs
Nada que meia horinha caminhando ao lado do mar ou uma bebidinha p relaxar não resolva! rs
Eu também sei que os momentos de stress só agregam valor a experiência! No final é o que torna a experiência mais engraçada.
Essa viagem promete! primeira vez que viajamos juntas! Voltarei com a barriga tanquinho de tanto rir!!!
Pessoal pode deixar que não esqueci dos foras!!! Levo comigo um caderninho p anotar todoooosss!!!!!hehehe
Se alguém que lê esse blog por acaso for passar por lá dá um toque! Vamos marcar algo! Se alguém que lê esse blog mora por lá! Poxa... aceitamos dicas! Vamos trocar figurinha!
É isso gente!
Bjos!!!!
Post de Mil&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/1992765000509319201-7747763690142604056?l=intensegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7747763690142604056/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/e-agora-jose.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/7747763690142604056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/7747763690142604056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/e-agora-jose.html' title='E agora José???????????'/><author><name>Milca e Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599244759440087964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/SyWEt35oYuI/AAAAAAAAADA/MzNDpsEYGOs/s72-c/maq+milca+hawaii+176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992765000509319201.post-5104616625709083375</id><published>2009-12-13T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T10:17:46.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please don´t stop the rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F2Cm_4573fs&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F2Cm_4573fs&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu não sei onde passei dos limites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se foi algo que eu disse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ou não disse desta vez?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E eu não sei se sou eu ou você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas eu posso ver que o céus estãos mudando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Deixando de ser azul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E eu não sei.... como isso vai terminar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se for um dia  de chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não há nada que possamos fazer para mudá-lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nós podemos rezar por dias mais ensolarados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas isso não vai parar a chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sinto como se você não tivesse um lugar para correr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu posso ser seu refúgio até isso acabar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Podemos fazer isso durar para sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Então por favor não páre a chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Deixe ela cair,deixe ela cair, deixe ela cair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Por favor não pare a chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Deixe ela cair,deixe ela cair, deixe ela cair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Por favor não pare a chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu pensei que o tempo estava do nosso lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu gastei muitos anos para deixar isso passar por nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Veja como a vida é uma coisa louca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Terá tempos bons, e terá tempos ruins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E muitas coisas entre eles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E eu não sei como isso vai terminar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se for um dia  de chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não há nada que possamos fazer para mudá-lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nós podemos rezar por dias mais ensolarados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas isso não vai parar a chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sinto como se você não tivesse um lugar para correr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu posso ser seu refúgio até isso acabar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Podemos fazer isso durar para sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Então por favor não páre a chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Deixe ela cair,deixe ela cair, deixe ela cair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Por favor não pare a chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Deixe ela cair,deixe ela cair, deixe ela cair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Por favor não pare a chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Estamos um pouco mais perto agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Acho que é a vida passando a nossa volta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu sei, que você não consegue aguentar isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quando as coisas não vão do seu jeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nós não temos controle sobre o que acontece, de jeito nenhum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se for um dia  de chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não há nada que possamos fazer para mudá-lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nós podemos rezar por dias mais ensolarados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas isso não vai parar a chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sinto como se você não tivesse um lugar para correr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu posso ser seu refúgio até isso acabar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Podemos fazer isso durar para sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Então por favor não páre a chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Deixe ela cair,deixe ela cair, deixe ela cair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Por favor não pare a chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Deixe ela cair,deixe ela cair, deixe ela cair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Por favor não pare a chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992765000509319201-5104616625709083375?l=intensegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5104616625709083375/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/please-dont-stop-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/5104616625709083375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/5104616625709083375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/please-dont-stop-rain.html' title='Please don´t stop the rain'/><author><name>Milca e Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599244759440087964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992765000509319201.post-3116064601808353041</id><published>2009-12-13T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T09:41:57.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You make it real.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GWxzgDt0uYo&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GWxzgDt0uYo&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Há tanta loucura me rodeando, tanta coisa acontecendo....que fica difícil respirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Toda minha fé foi embora e você a traz de volta pra mim...você torna as coisas reais pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Bem, não estou certo das minhas prioridades, perdi a noção de onde deveria estar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;E como água benta caindo sobre mim...você torna as coisas reais pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;E eu estou correndo pra você, você é a única que me salva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;É por isso que eu tenho sentido a sua falta ultimamente....Porque você torna as coisas reais pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Quando a minha cabeça está forte ...mas o meu coração está fraco, fico cheio de arrogância e incerteza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mas eu consigo achar as palavras, você ensina o meu coração a falar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Você torna as coisas reais pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;E eu estou correndo pra você...você é a única que me salva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;E é por isso que eu tenho sentido sua falta ultimamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Você torna as coisas reais pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Todo mundo está falando palavras que eu não entendo, você deve ser a única que sabe exatamente quem eu sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;E você brilha ao longe, espero que eu consiga chegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Porque o único lugar onde eu quero estar é de volta, em casa, com você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Acho que ainda tenho tanto a aprender ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mas se você está aqui comigo, eu sei qual direção tomar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Você sempre me dá algum lugar...algum lugar para onde eu posso correr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Você torna as coisas reais pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;E eu estou correndo para você me...você é a única que me salva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;E é por isso que tenho sentido sua falta ultimamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Você torna as coisas reais pra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Você torna as coisas reais pra mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Post by Japa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1992765000509319201-3116064601808353041?l=intensegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3116064601808353041/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/ha-tanta-loucura-me-rodeando-tanta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/3116064601808353041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/3116064601808353041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/ha-tanta-loucura-me-rodeando-tanta.html' title='You make it real.'/><author><name>Milca e Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599244759440087964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992765000509319201.post-3220981051533806511</id><published>2009-12-12T06:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T06:43:49.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sábado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/SyOoTDlxGgI/AAAAAAAAACw/08EVJg-OlGg/s1600-h/OgAAAOa98xwtrU3LGUe9NcBFXPJSJQIBjQNLU9x9HQn6i7yfmNJlc_Xnez-9EBDsjkSJXPjrvlyh_IITxj3QtBgmG3wAm1T1UFY_zGRH0eZBJ8KITJ8YhMLILEVA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/SyOoTDlxGgI/AAAAAAAAACw/08EVJg-OlGg/s320/OgAAAOa98xwtrU3LGUe9NcBFXPJSJQIBjQNLU9x9HQn6i7yfmNJlc_Xnez-9EBDsjkSJXPjrvlyh_IITxj3QtBgmG3wAm1T1UFY_zGRH0eZBJ8KITJ8YhMLILEVA.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414356222364162562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Como pai e mãe é algo precioso! E como eu daria a minha vida por cada um deles sem pensar duas vezes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mesmo quando você ainda está dormindo numa bela manhã de sábado e do nada, sim DO NADA sua mãe abre a porta do teu quarto e fala: " Teus tios, primos ( a "coronia" toda tá vindo ela quis dizer hahaha) estão vindo hoje...HOJE e não amanhã! Então acorde e vista-se"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Primeiro de tudo: Sim eu moro com meus pais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Meu Deus!!! Alguém já ouviu falar em BATA ANTES DE ENTRAR?!? Ok eu sou a filha, ela é a mãe é a hierarquia...I know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;E talvez ela saiba que tudo que eu responder sem luz na cara, sem o susto do "ACORRRDA" não será válido....sim minha gente, eu atendo celular, telefone e respondo as pessoas dormindo e é claro que eu não lembro patavinas depois, niente, nothing, nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Quem lembra?!? Mas veja pelo lado positivo a boa intenção da garota, a boa educação...EU ATENDO...lembrar depois é apenas um mero detalhe ¬¬&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mas confesso que tirando meus pais, eu acho um absurdo qualquer pessoa que me ligue antes das 10h A.M de sábado, domingo e feriados....acho bizarro até.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Que ser normal não dorme até tarde nos finais de semana tirando meus pais? hohohohoho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;E eu acho fofo até a parte que minha mãe diz VISTA-SE..hahaha parece que ando pelada em casa...hum quase ¬¬ hahahaha não..não...eu ando vestida num estilo "largado ao cubo" hahaha, então é fofo ela querer dizer VISTA-SE COMO GENTE por favor ¬¬&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;Mas é sábado e de MANHÃ!!!!! Eu não funciono direito essa parte do dia, eu fico slow motion total tanto para conversar quanto para fazer qualquer coisa...até a Mel (minha dog lhasa-apso,vou colocar foto dela aqui!) me olha com cara do tipo: Nossa Japa...você tá bem?!?Se sente mal?? hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;E é lógico que você enrola mais na cama, mesmo depois da luz na cara e da voz da mama ecoando no teu cérebro....até...até que ela volta e eu já falo..JÁ ACORDEIIII !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;O exército é pior que isso? hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;E vamos abrindo as janelas, as cortinas e noooossssaaaaaa que sollllllll!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I´m blind!!! I´m blind!!! Somebody help me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Eu estou numa fase que a claridade do dia me incomoda ...muito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Eu não sei se toda casa de japa é assim, mas a minha já tá um "fervo" às 7:30h da manhã do sábado...meu pai já foi caminhar (antes das 7:30h), dai ele vai pra feira de sábado (tem a de domingo também) dai ele volta e já toma café da manhã com a minha mãe e já começa os preparativos do almoço em família.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;E hoje eu senti algo diferente na casa...havia silêncio de manhã, descobri depois que minha mãe tinha ido junto a feira..milagre ela nunca vai ¬¬...eu era a parceira de feira do meu pai antes...acho que até os 13, 14 anos. Era engraçado porque ir na feira com meu pai era a coisa mais aguardada durante a semana, e depois com a idade veio a minha preguiça...what a shame!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;E sinto falta de dizer OHAYÔ (bom dia!) pro pessoal da feira, todos conhecem meu pai e toda a minha família na verdade; e como é demais esse vínculo, uma amizade que se cria...porque você não vê a "coronia japa" só ali, esses mesmos feirantes frequentam os clubes japoneses, as festas japas e por aí vai então vira uma big family mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Meu pai tem mais 4 irmãos, meus 3 tios (um já falecido) e uma tia, e sempre nos encontrávamos na feira e caso não econtrasse com alguém já criava uma certa preocupação no ar...ou se um de nós chegássemos mais tarde na feira e isso era percebido pela sacola vazia já era motivo de sarro do tipo : Ahhh!!! acordou tarde né! (olha  o "né" de japa hahahaha e vamo que vamo negando afirmando no final de cada pergunta hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Tarde???? 6:00H A.M de um sábado é tarde??? Ah pessoal no mundo japa as coisas se invertem num grau absurdo hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A feira de sábado é mais famosinha digamos assim pela quantidade de alimentos relacionado a cozinha oriental, fora frutos do mar fresquinho (lula,polvo, atum, salmão,marisco,alga) e tudo fresco e isso conta muito, é o que conta na verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;E voltando a manhã de sábado em casa eu já conclui muita coisa na cozinha, sim meu bem eu cozinho sim! Ah não tem como não aprender a cozinhar numa família japa é de lei hahahaha, adoramos comer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Éssa é uma verdade veRRRRRdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;Ah outra coisa, sobremesa de praxe numa família japa é a gelatina colorida..ah família japa que não tiver a gelatina CORORIDA não é japa hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Eu me dei conta que não tomei café da manhã ainda! Então bora lá comer algo :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Post by Furavia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992765000509319201-3220981051533806511?l=intensegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3220981051533806511/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/sabado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/3220981051533806511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/3220981051533806511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/sabado.html' title='Sábado'/><author><name>Milca e Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599244759440087964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/SyOoTDlxGgI/AAAAAAAAACw/08EVJg-OlGg/s72-c/OgAAAOa98xwtrU3LGUe9NcBFXPJSJQIBjQNLU9x9HQn6i7yfmNJlc_Xnez-9EBDsjkSJXPjrvlyh_IITxj3QtBgmG3wAm1T1UFY_zGRH0eZBJ8KITJ8YhMLILEVA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992765000509319201.post-723707199081153070</id><published>2009-12-10T07:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T07:44:12.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy!</title><content type='html'>Aaaaaaaaaaaa! Estou feliz com o blog! Estou feito menina quando ganha a casinha da barbie! ou aquela bicicleta rosa sabe!
Novidades a todo momento, conhecendo pessoas e sentimentos, me identificando, muito bom mesmo!
Em homenagem a todos que me fazem feliz vou contar alguns acontecimentos, ou apenas citar frases engraçadas... então... ai vai:

&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Primeira situação- aula de não lembro oq na faculdade&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Amada- "Água viva tem coração???"&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu- Carla, Mônica, Pasma, Carla...(minhas caras foram essas... sem reação)&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Segunda situação- aula de estatística na faculdade&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Colega de classe- "Terminei!" (ele se referia ao exercício, o primeiro a terminar colocava resultado no quadro negro)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Amada-"Calma! Estou quase lá..." (calma gente... ele está quase lá... quase lá... não termina agora... ela está quase lá! kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk claro que a sala interia esperou!)&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Terceira situação- comentário de um amigo sobre sua roça ( jogo "Colheita Feliz" do Orkut) &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"nossa tem uma menina do meu orkut q jah esta no nivel mother fucker tem uma plantação de pinheiros hauhauh
nossa e tem um amigo meu q tem um pavão huahuaha"&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Amada responde- "Eu quero uma ZEBRA ESCARLATE MAIS O PAVAO!"&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Quarta situação- telefone com Amada&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Eu- "...não vou deixar minha mão na mãe né!" (mão na mãe= mãe na mão)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sócia- "nossa..."(risada nervosa)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
É claro que tem mais, mas por hoje é só, quero continuar viva! hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992765000509319201-723707199081153070?l=intensegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/723707199081153070/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/aaaaaaaaaaaa-estou-feliz-com-o-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/723707199081153070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/723707199081153070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/aaaaaaaaaaaa-estou-feliz-com-o-blog.html' title='Happy!'/><author><name>Milca e Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599244759440087964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992765000509319201.post-7013261166636003472</id><published>2009-12-09T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T07:47:12.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honra</title><content type='html'>É uma honra poder postar aqui no blog das 'girls' alguns pensamentos e fatos sobre mim e a todos que me cercam, inclusive elas!
Adoro 'invasões' feitas com convites especiais! =]
O fim da quarta-feira foi semi-tensa, mas tudo se resolveu no final, pois há o 'amor'. E tenho muito a agradecer tb aos conselhos dado pela miss Sushigirl!
Muitas pessoas não sabem quem realmente são. A maioria das pessoas pensam que sabe, mas a única coisa que sabem é que seu sobrenome as distinguem. Algumas pessoas simplesmente sabem ser alguém. Sabem ser popular, sabem ser temidas, perfeitas, admiradas, notadas, invejadas. Há também aquelas pessoas que nem procuram a si mesmas, pelo contrário, são de si que elas fogem. Porque sabem exatamente o que encontrariam. Essas fingem não saber, mas seu reflexo está ali o tempo todo. E é por ignorar esse fato que não podem ver o que está bem à sua frente. Mas, existem as pessoas -e esse, é o grupo mais restrito de todos- que simplesmente sabem quem são. Esses... Bom, esses enxergam o mundo com perfeita nitidez, pois sabem enxergar a si mesmos.
E é exatamente isso que eu venho fazendo, e aprendendo, consequentemente mudando e crescendo!
E quem sou eu? Esse segredo eu não conto à ninguém rsrsrsr...
Beijos para quem é de beijo e abraços para quem é de abraço! E um espexial kiss para as 'donas' do blog!

Post by &lt;strong&gt;[R.C.G]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992765000509319201-7013261166636003472?l=intensegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7013261166636003472/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/honra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/7013261166636003472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/7013261166636003472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/honra.html' title='Honra'/><author><name>Milca e Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599244759440087964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992765000509319201.post-7174321188904848751</id><published>2009-12-08T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T17:19:19.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.......gastrite...dam it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu tô ficando cansada já destas crises de gastrite que não me deixam dormir,comer...ficar sem dor :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu fico com medo de comer qualquer coisa porque acho que vai me fazer mal, e com dor você fica sem disposição pra fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;nada...mesmo sendo coisas que eu adoro como ver filme...sair com amigos....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Estou tomando tanto remédio que me perco na ordem deles ¬¬&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fora manter uma boa alimentação, você precisa ter um emocional em harmonia....mas eu não sou uma japa zen, eu não tenho nada de zen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu só sou ZEN quando durmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vou dormir o dia todo, vou ibernar igual os ursos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;p.s: quem me enviou este vídeo que eu adorei foi o tadeu (blog - O Philosophista) :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Post by Sushigirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992765000509319201-7174321188904848751?l=intensegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7174321188904848751/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/eu-to-ficando-cansada-ja-destas-crises.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/7174321188904848751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/7174321188904848751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/eu-to-ficando-cansada-ja-destas-crises.html' title='.......gastrite...dam it!'/><author><name>Milca e Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599244759440087964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992765000509319201.post-4127427227249694249</id><published>2009-12-08T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T17:14:52.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah! A infância...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/Sx7LBqH2tVI/AAAAAAAAACA/nK9N4jh-vsY/s1600-h/inveja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/Sx7LBqH2tVI/AAAAAAAAACA/nK9N4jh-vsY/s320/inveja.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412987031493457234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;É tão engraçado e um saco ao mesmo tempo encontrar amigos(as), conhecidos (as) dos nossos pais quando se está junto deles e ouvir o seguinte comentário:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-"Nossa, esta é a Flávia?!? - (Não não minha senhora, sou uma zebra rosa (meu sonho hahaha) purpurinada florescente que FALA!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- "Meu Deus como cresceu, como está linda!" - (Cresceu???Ah não, minha senhora corra, mas CORRA urgente para um oftalmo porque já faz anos que minha altura não sofreu alteração alguma - a parte do linda eu aceito hohohoho)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E dai você vê a sua mãe inflar de orgulho! - PARA! PARA TUDO! Sua mãe inflaria!!! Não a minha hahahahahaha, a minha meu bem vira e fala: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;" A Flávia...ah não imagina não mudou nada, tá a mesma coisa...difícil de lidar, teimosa que só! Tem essa X idade e ainda dá trabalho...(eu já fazendo carão e falando MÃEEEEEE!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;CARLA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas agora com X idade não ligo mais, você escuta os comentários que são todo idênticos e apenas dá um sorriso 50% - aquele 1/2 sorriso sabe? Bem do tipo "não sei demonstrar interesse".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lembro como era vergonhoso demais quando eu tinha meus 11 anos e encontrava as amigas da minha mãe com os filhos que tinham a mesma idade que eu e sabe como é né, pré-adolescência você começa a notar o sexo oposto mesmo que só no imaginário (isso é válido para os adolescentes tímidos, os atiradinhos danadeeenhosss não se encaixam aqui) e lá vem os comentários absurdos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;BOMBA 1 - "Nossa está é a Flávia?!?" (Não sou um Jedi Obi Wan Kenobi hahahahaha, sou a Cher não tá vendo?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;BOMBA 2 - "Nossa tá com a mesma idade do meu filho, olha que bonitinho os dois juntos"!(WHAT???WHAT???WHAT???)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;BOMBA 3 - (Esta é inesquecível!Entrou para a lista de traumas da infância hahaha) - "Ela já está usando soutien"? (AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ainda bem que o tempo passa e os danos são amenizados ¬¬&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quem não cutucava a mãe pra ir embora logo (eu era tão chata que até beliscava minha mãe ¬¬) e finalizar aquela conversa chata entediante e mortal pra qualquer criança...poxa eu tinha mais o que fazer, eu queria ler minha Globo Ciência! (nerd pouco hahaha).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Post by Sushigirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992765000509319201-4127427227249694249?l=intensegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4127427227249694249/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/ah-infancia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/4127427227249694249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/4127427227249694249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/ah-infancia.html' title='Ah! A infância...'/><author><name>Milca e Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599244759440087964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/Sx7LBqH2tVI/AAAAAAAAACA/nK9N4jh-vsY/s72-c/inveja.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992765000509319201.post-7941288663499008496</id><published>2009-12-08T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T17:18:17.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seamisai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/Sx6vzsenNeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/HDrXrrtzDc0/s1600-h/122983~1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/Sx6vzsenNeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/HDrXrrtzDc0/s320/122983~1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412957104793662946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não diga não, que eu te conheço e sei o que tu pensas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não me diga não, já faz um tempo que não te ouço falar de amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Usar o tempo no futuro para nós e não adianta repetir agora que você me quer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Porque já não se ve o teu sorriso ao amanhecer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Porque já não sou mais teu bem querer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se amas sabe quando tudo acaba, se amas sabe como um triste gemido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Como em um filme que tu já vistes e que se vai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sabe bem quando uma história termina e não se pode mais inventar uma desculpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se amas, segure as minhas mãos porque antes de amanhã acabará...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E não se pode fechar os olhos para qualquer coisa como você faz quando fica comigo e não encontra coragem de me dizer o que há contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Estará dentro de mim como uma noite de inverno porque estarás de hoje em diante sem mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sei que me amavas e agora é tão tarde, sei que me amavas e agora é saudades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No nosso filme o fim era triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sabe bem quando começa a dor e chega o fim de uma história de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se amas segura as minhas mãos porque antes de amanhã não estará mais aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Música da cantora Laura Pausini do cd Le Cose Che Vivi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Post by Sushigirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992765000509319201-7941288663499008496?l=intensegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7941288663499008496/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/seamisai.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/7941288663499008496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/7941288663499008496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/seamisai.html' title='Seamisai'/><author><name>Milca e Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599244759440087964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/Sx6vzsenNeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/HDrXrrtzDc0/s72-c/122983~1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992765000509319201.post-3117264685127548490</id><published>2009-12-08T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T02:05:17.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Então você abre a boca... agora você fala...
E me lembra porque te amei...
poque te odiei...
e porque realmente "nós" morremos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992765000509319201-3117264685127548490?l=intensegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3117264685127548490/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/entao-voce-abre-boca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/3117264685127548490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/3117264685127548490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/entao-voce-abre-boca.html' title=''/><author><name>Milca e Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599244759440087964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992765000509319201.post-5267832531952013135</id><published>2009-12-07T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T15:36:42.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intrigante</title><content type='html'>É intrigante o modo como nos conhecemos, o modo como dançamos, o modo como rimos, o modo como na primeira noite cobramos, o modo como diziamos um ao outro "não se apegue", o modo como me protegeu, o modo como entendeu fingindo não entender, o modo como andamos, o modo como nos perdemos, o modo como nos achamos, o modo que nos beijamos, o modo que você me pediu, o modo que você ligou, o modo como me convidou, o modo como me conquistou, o modo como se afastou, o modo como me magoou, o modo como estou..."
É intrigante como nos aproximamos repentinamente, como acreditamos no impossível, como suportamos as barreiras, como você me deixou, como fiquei, como o amor virou ódio, como o ódio se transforma em alguns momentos em nostalgia, como você percebeu que realmente meu amor se foi, como eu percebi que era tudo um sonho, como você reaparece sem falar e fala mesmo calado...
É intrigante como eu fiquei na primeira vez que reapareceu e como fico agora sem saber se é você mesmo que está ai aparecendo para mim agora...
É intrigante como depois de tudo que vivemos você ainda me intriga...
É intrigante a dúvida... quem está ai???
É tão intrigante que não tenho coragem de perguntar.
Olhei.
Pensei.
Calei.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992765000509319201-5267832531952013135?l=intensegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5267832531952013135/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/intrigante.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/5267832531952013135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/5267832531952013135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/intrigante.html' title='Intrigante'/><author><name>Milca e Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599244759440087964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992765000509319201.post-7706770505437193600</id><published>2009-12-07T11:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T17:22:39.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rambo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/Sx1a_WxuLEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/If0aPSBsszk/s1600-h/john-rambo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/Sx1a_WxuLEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/If0aPSBsszk/s320/john-rambo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412582371661589570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Branca, lembra da gente na faculdade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Caraca veja quantos ANOS atrás ocorreu tal fato que vou comentar aqui hahahahaha, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;é filhote estamos velhas é fato aaaaaaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lembra que saimos da sala (sim matamos aula!) pra espairecer (rs) e conversar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;sentamos na escada do bloco A (naquela época eu não tinha 0,75 de miopia em cada olho então enxergava de longe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e do nada no horizonte (hahahaha já to rindo aqui) eu vi aquela pessoa vindo na nossa direção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e já soltei o seguinte comentário:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Genteeeee!!Como que deixam entrar um individuo assim na faculdade????Cadê o segurança"???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E você: Ai japonesa o que que tem a pessoa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dai o indivíduo se aproxima e começa a clarear os pensamentos hahahahaha AS VISÕES!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E lembra, você lá toda empolgada contando dos fatos e eu mega nervosa com a situação da pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;se aproximando, se aproximando.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dai a pessoa para na nossa frente e eu não lembro mais porque estavamos rindo, você gargalhando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e eu lá RINDO DE NERVOSO e o cara parou e ficou encarando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O Individuo usava coturno, calça preta rasgada, regata furada e rasgada, uma FACA estilo rambo 1,2,3,4 e 5 na calça,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;uns acessórios no corpo que não decifrei até hoje, pessoa careca com tatuagens na cabeça....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A hora que ele parou e ficou encarando a gente; e você Branca rindo horrores da conversa, mas ali o cara achando que era DELE!!!Nossa eu pensei comigo: Morremos..já era (hahahahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E eu olhando pra ti com cara de: Já era! No way back e rindooo, eu ainda tava rindo de nervoso (hahahahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bem o individuo seguiu em frente nos encarando ainda.....e dias depois descobrimos que ele era aluno de Filosofia (fuuu), e você lembra dele encarando nós duas dias a fio?hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ele usava a faixa do Rambo!!!!!!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ai eu desacredito numas coisas viu.....que olhaaa.........só por Deus hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Post by Sushigirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992765000509319201-7706770505437193600?l=intensegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7706770505437193600/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/rambo_07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/7706770505437193600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/7706770505437193600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/rambo_07.html' title='Rambo'/><author><name>Milca e Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599244759440087964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/Sx1a_WxuLEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/If0aPSBsszk/s72-c/john-rambo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992765000509319201.post-1347314254400140953</id><published>2009-12-07T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T17:20:50.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>amizade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/Sx0t9-60IZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/vgObghh3rGk/s1600-h/jeff-thomas-umbrella-funny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/Sx0t9-60IZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/vgObghh3rGk/s320/jeff-thomas-umbrella-funny.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412532870054158738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Espera porque eu não estou conseguindo te acompanhar.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Espera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Não é bem isso...veja, estamos em linhas paralelas mas em caminhos diferentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sabe eu já vivi tanta coisa e já senti tanta coisa que eu chego a me perder nas minhas próprias conclusões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;quanto a tudo isto.(então quando eu tiver o dobro da minha idade eu vou pirar na minha vivência acumulada rs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Até que ponto devo estender a minha bondade (que é sem fim por ti) e meu afeto nesta amizade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;sem retorno algum pra mim de tua parte agora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Eu também já fiz isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Eu também já me ausentei na nossa amizade e não foi uma ou duas vezes e nem por isso ela acabou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Eu também já mudei muito, já errei muito contigo...eu numa inconstante sem fim e eternamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;E eu não esqueço nenhum dos teus conselhos e esporros, berros, brigas, discussões e silêncio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Confesso que eu não sei o que fazer e fico perdida entre me ausentar, aparecer, procurar saber de ti e reiniciar todo o ciclo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Porque talvez seja isso mesmo,nós somos feitos de momentos, de sentimentos em constante mudança,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;de idéias novas.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Eu sempre soube que estava errando com você, sempre soube..como sempre soube de todos os meu erros cometidos até agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;É instintivo saber quando se erra, é do ser humano saber...é como saber que algo oferece perigo, é como sentir fome e sede e por ai vai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mas fora eu ser teimosa até o talo, eu não costumo desistir das coisas, das pessoas que amo e me importo, então vai ser assim eu não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;vou desistir assim como você não desistiu também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Até porque pessoas como você são raras e isso eu já te disse, pessoas verdadeiras na sua essência, simples no seu ser, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;cativante nos seus defeitos mais esdruxulos, e a irritabilidade que me causa cada berro teu, a sua teimosia pau a pau com a minha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;o seu jeito grosso e estúpido de ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Te ver e de cara saber a fase/cor que você está: amarelo, azul, roxo, vermelho,etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Porque quando eu engordo você emagrece e vice-versa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Porque eu detestava ouvir PinkFloyd e amava Aerosmith e mesmo alternando as faixas eu me irritava num grau que por Deus rs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;E eu nos meus medos e você sempre destemida......e qtas vzs eu achei que ia morrer com cada coisa que fazíamos e você  lá de boa feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;com a adrenalina a pico e eu quase infartando.......¬¬ Oh my God I´m alive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Então eu reinicio o ciclo e te ligo hoje para saber como está.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;* Imagem/Ilustração by Jeff Thomas - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://azuzephre.deviantart.com/gallery/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;http://azuzephre.deviantart.com/gallery/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1992765000509319201-1347314254400140953?l=intensegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1347314254400140953/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/espera-porque-eu-nao-estou-conseguindo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/1347314254400140953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/1347314254400140953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/espera-porque-eu-nao-estou-conseguindo.html' title='amizade'/><author><name>Milca e Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599244759440087964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/Sx0t9-60IZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/vgObghh3rGk/s72-c/jeff-thomas-umbrella-funny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992765000509319201.post-8901706128191243963</id><published>2009-12-06T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T17:26:37.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Philadélfia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/Sxx0knfLkZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/4scrJGgrZkI/s1600-h/sushi_hot_tempura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x7yyWb8dEM4/Sxx0knfLkZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/4scrJGgrZkI/s320/sushi_hot_tempura.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412329024616370578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Convite aos amigos e interessados em comer comida japonesa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vamos?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Morrendo de vontade de comer hot philadélfia!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pra quem não sabe o que é segue os ingredientes:(momento ana mary braga)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
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Sim estou no espírito o Fu! Não sabe quem é o Fu? Nem eu, mas segundo a Sushi (sim Sushi aqui é mulher! No feminino meu bem!!!) é o desenho de um bichinho estranho que grita por conta de tudo!!!
Irritações em geral, mas principalmente com os homens, aquele tipinho que quer te conquistar com baboseiras, mentiras sabe? AAAAiii fico puta! Desculpem-me mas hoje acordei desbocada! Tem tempo que resolvi uma coisa: olhos abertos com todos os homens!!!
Pô estava eu assistindo tv e o cara vira p amiga e diz: I don’t get you people!
Poxa minha gente! Eu automaticamente respondi em alto em bom som : “Nananinanaum meu querido! I DON’T GET YOU PEOPLE!”
Que homem não entende mulher todo mundo sabe! Mas vocês querem saber , mulher também não entende muito de homem, mas nós não ficamos repetindo o tempo todo que eles vieram de Vênus ou Marte (quem sabe agora né?). Tem que falar até na tv agora? É frustrante!!! Quer dizer a pessoa desmotivada com os homens que a rodeiam assiste isso… é para acabar né!
Ha! A amiga dele respondeu! Sim… sábia como toda mulher por essência ela disse :” US WITH THE BOOBS??? WE MAKE A LOT OF BAD DECISIONS!”
É isso ai meu filho! É bom manter o mistério entre os sexos! Só deixe de meias verdades para me agradar e seja homem! Quanto a mim? Acho que informação da colega na tv te basta!
Amor e ódio… interessante linha tênue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992765000509319201-5446375085485141981?l=intensegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5446375085485141981/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/de-marte-veio-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/5446375085485141981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/5446375085485141981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/de-marte-veio-voce.html' title='De Marte veio você!'/><author><name>Milca e Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599244759440087964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992765000509319201.post-5827648472566927582</id><published>2009-12-06T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T17:23:37.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Domingo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Por que desistir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Porque aquilo se tornou indiferente aos meus olhos, ao meu olfato, ao meu toque, ao meu olhar, aos meus lábios, aos meus pensamentos...a tudo o que sou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Porque nada mais permeia o meu ser, minha vida, meu universo...e eu cansei...pelo menos por agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Ah se tu soubesses como eu sou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tão carinhoso e muito, muito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que te quero... E como é sincero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Meu amor... Eu sei que tu não &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fugirias... Mais de mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vem... Vem... Vem... Veeeem... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vem sentir o calor dos lábios &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Meus a procura dos teus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vem matar essa paixão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que me devora o coração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Só assim então serei feliz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bem... Feliz"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Então vai ser feliz longe hohohohoho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Domingo (evening) - Cinema com Che, Rafinha e John.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Filme: Newmoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Che: Japa saiaaaaa!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Japa: Por onde???Por aqui???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Che:Pode ser!!! O importante é que saia!!!!!!Saiaaaaaaaaa!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tiozinho que cuida do cinema: A SAÍDA É PELOS FUNDOS SEMPRE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Che,Japa,Rafa e John = Carla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pessoas nunca tentem SAIR DO CINEMA PELA ENTRADA do mesmo ¬¬&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1992765000509319201-5827648472566927582?l=intensegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5827648472566927582/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/domingo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/5827648472566927582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/5827648472566927582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/domingo.html' title='Domingo'/><author><name>Milca e Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599244759440087964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992765000509319201.post-2979079697701823872</id><published>2009-12-06T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T07:41:46.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Opa opa! Aqui estamos… é… novidade mais amada de todos os tempos! Minha amada amiga bugra verbalizou essa idéia e não é que é massa! Cantinho do desabafo, do riso, do mico, das revelações, do medo, da ansiedade, da vontade, do rosa, do pé esquerdo, da tpm, do doce, da massa, isso aqui será praticamente um banheiro feminino de balada, um banheiro feminino da vida, das nossas vidas! Um lugar onde tudo pode acontecer e acredite… o inesperado sempre acontece!
Quando acho que tudo será marasmo… chega a superação!
Fique a la vonté para acompanhar essas mulheres!
Kisses and more kisses!
Até breve…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992765000509319201-2979079697701823872?l=intensegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2979079697701823872/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/here-we-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/2979079697701823872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992765000509319201/posts/default/2979079697701823872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intensegirls.blogspot.com/2009/12/here-we-go.html' title='Here we go!!!'/><author><name>Milca e Flávia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16599244759440087964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
