<?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-833543171587871469</id><updated>2011-07-08T12:30:21.188-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Meu Mundo</title><subtitle type='html'>Um lugar onde eu posso contar tudo o que penso, faço... mas atenção, não direi o que é ficção e o que é fato. Afinal, manter a linha, que separa sonhos de realidade, indefinida, é o que faz a vida mais feliz....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brabuleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14023167704821889448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/Sblm4fNGWkI/AAAAAAAAPFs/TgUMQpNPCLg/S220/ATgAAACvthkm8flg59RIUVcwsodl1nXpJ2L9l3l6S4vRj3OiuSbl5V_mTg6HASbIrzig-AilVcRgWN6R0s3wrMyFcvBMAJtU9VACM6jK-gSqW6Qef0C1EjDHwARzRQ.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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foi eu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to  com saudade do povo de sao paulo, da lena, do guito, a jackie, mas to mais dura que pau de tarado, o carro me suga, mas tudo bem, ao menos nao to passando frio no ponto de onibus, que sempre foi o tempo mais inutil, pq embora eu pudesse fazer amizades e ler um livro, quando eu fazia isso perdia o busao hahaha foda foda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to com saudade da Telha tbm, essa entao mais dificil ainda de ver, ela mora tipo no acre uiahuahauaha mentira, é em Vitoria no Espirito Santo, mas é longe mesmo assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh chega, ja escrevi muito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo povo desocupado =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833543171587871469-1456147539491286526?l=omundodabrabu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/Sblm4fNGWkI/AAAAAAAAPFs/TgUMQpNPCLg/S220/ATgAAACvthkm8flg59RIUVcwsodl1nXpJ2L9l3l6S4vRj3OiuSbl5V_mTg6HASbIrzig-AilVcRgWN6R0s3wrMyFcvBMAJtU9VACM6jK-gSqW6Qef0C1EjDHwARzRQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833543171587871469.post-988396736888409107</id><published>2010-05-31T17:50:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T17:55:47.841-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Semana de provas começando...</title><content type='html'>oi povo perdido que de vez em quando lê isso aqui... nao consigo manter uma media de frequencia haha eu sou pessima nisso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje tenho a primeira prova do ultimo bimestre, falta pouco agora, a formatura ja ta quitada, to contando os dias pra minha formatura, falar nisso vou por um contador ai do lado pra ir vendo quanto falta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossa, tem coisa que só acontece comigo... serio... ontem na hora do café da manhã (meio dia hehe) preparei meu famigerado leite com toddy, na hora que fui beber, tava pior que leite azedo... eu coloquei sal ao inves de açucar... duas colheres... afffffff quase morri, bebi mais agua do que bebo quando to de ressaca uahuahauahaua e a noite fiz um brigadeiro, que ficou tãoooooo duro, mas tao durooooo que eu entortei a colher e quase quebrei a colher de pau ihuahauhauahaua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fazer o que... Deus me fez assim hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo povo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833543171587871469-988396736888409107?l=omundodabrabu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/feeds/988396736888409107/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833543171587871469&amp;postID=988396736888409107&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/988396736888409107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/988396736888409107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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bagaça...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou falar um pouco de saudade aqui... amanhã completará 13 anos que minha mae se foi... e com tudo o que ta acontecendo na minha vida, quando eu paro pra pensar me da uma baita saudade, fico imaginando ela na minha formatura e tals, me ajudando a escolher o vestido... é froid sabe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incrivel como ela faz falta e eu mal me lembro dela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai, to sem inspiração hoje entao vou parar por aqui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo proceis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833543171587871469-1729456766818099971?l=omundodabrabu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/feeds/1729456766818099971/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/Sblm4fNGWkI/AAAAAAAAPFs/TgUMQpNPCLg/S220/ATgAAACvthkm8flg59RIUVcwsodl1nXpJ2L9l3l6S4vRj3OiuSbl5V_mTg6HASbIrzig-AilVcRgWN6R0s3wrMyFcvBMAJtU9VACM6jK-gSqW6Qef0C1EjDHwARzRQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833543171587871469.post-2586511776178050016</id><published>2010-05-12T17:42:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T17:44:52.492-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Euuuuu voltei...</title><content type='html'>agora pra ficar =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe Lembrei do meu bloguinho querido.... e resolvi postar aqui como um passo pra mudança que estou planejando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma nova vida vai começar, nao que eu vá morrer e nascer outra vez, mas começarei a viver de outra forma... nao vou mudar muito de mim nao, só o que quero pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me aproximar mais do que eu amo, das coisas que eu amo e que me fazem bem... e o resto? ahhh o resto já nao importa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejam bem vindos ao resto dos meus dias =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833543171587871469-2586511776178050016?l=omundodabrabu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/feeds/2586511776178050016/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833543171587871469&amp;postID=2586511776178050016&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/2586511776178050016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/2586511776178050016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/2010/05/euuuuu-voltei.html' title='Euuuuu voltei...'/><author><name>Brabuleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14023167704821889448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/Sblm4fNGWkI/AAAAAAAAPFs/TgUMQpNPCLg/S220/ATgAAACvthkm8flg59RIUVcwsodl1nXpJ2L9l3l6S4vRj3OiuSbl5V_mTg6HASbIrzig-AilVcRgWN6R0s3wrMyFcvBMAJtU9VACM6jK-gSqW6Qef0C1EjDHwARzRQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833543171587871469.post-1075125814512923111</id><published>2009-08-17T10:18:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T10:26:04.663-03:00</updated><title type='text'>E Quando Chegar a Sua Hora...</title><content type='html'>Para mim você estará atrasado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te espero hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te quero hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã eu já não sei, provavelmente se as coisas continuarem da forma que estão, ainda te amarei, menos do que hoje, mas ainda assim te amarei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas um dia isso se esgotará, e nao mais existirá o amanhã te amando, e talvez nem o amanhã lembrando de você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo passa, as coisas mudam, embora o mundo gire no mesmo lugar, eu não me mantenho fixa no chão, não quero criar raízes, quero cultivar sementes, em cada lugar por onde passar, quero que lembrem que estive lá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se esse amanhã que desejo um dia chegará, mas se chegar, terei de ir, com ou sem você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que só sentirá o que eu sinto, na hora que eu tiver que partir?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833543171587871469-1075125814512923111?l=omundodabrabu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/Sblm4fNGWkI/AAAAAAAAPFs/TgUMQpNPCLg/S220/ATgAAACvthkm8flg59RIUVcwsodl1nXpJ2L9l3l6S4vRj3OiuSbl5V_mTg6HASbIrzig-AilVcRgWN6R0s3wrMyFcvBMAJtU9VACM6jK-gSqW6Qef0C1EjDHwARzRQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833543171587871469.post-6434663190782121787</id><published>2009-08-15T23:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T23:55:11.839-03:00</updated><title type='text'>To viva...</title><content type='html'>... eu acho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;resolvi escrever pq é a forma que eu encontro pra pensar, e no momento tenho pensado muito, mas nao saio do lugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o que fazer, minha cabeça ta muito confusa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria que nada tivesse acontecido, mas agora é tarde demais....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833543171587871469-6434663190782121787?l=omundodabrabu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/feeds/6434663190782121787/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833543171587871469&amp;postID=6434663190782121787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/6434663190782121787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/6434663190782121787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-viva.html' title='To viva...'/><author><name>Brabuleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14023167704821889448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/Sblm4fNGWkI/AAAAAAAAPFs/TgUMQpNPCLg/S220/ATgAAACvthkm8flg59RIUVcwsodl1nXpJ2L9l3l6S4vRj3OiuSbl5V_mTg6HASbIrzig-AilVcRgWN6R0s3wrMyFcvBMAJtU9VACM6jK-gSqW6Qef0C1EjDHwARzRQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833543171587871469.post-3820757479956866854</id><published>2009-03-25T15:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T15:39:52.377-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vem me amar... Esquece o mundo e vem me amar</title><content type='html'>Vem aqui, doce amor&lt;br /&gt;Me ajuda a mudar esse destino&lt;br /&gt;Salva-me, por favor&lt;br /&gt;Que eu tenho o coração&lt;br /&gt;Partido em dois...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me dê mais, quero mais&lt;br /&gt;Desse sabor inédito e perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Só você me fará&lt;br /&gt;Perder o medo de me entregar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem me amar&lt;br /&gt;Esquece o mundo e vem me amar&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero me queimar no seu calor&lt;br /&gt;Liberte essa paixão&lt;br /&gt;Não tenha medo não&lt;br /&gt;Vem me amar&lt;br /&gt;Agora e sempre, vem me amar&lt;br /&gt;Meu mundo obedece o coração&lt;br /&gt;Não queira entender de solidão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com você sedução&lt;br /&gt;Entrego pouco a pouco&lt;br /&gt;Os meus sentidos&lt;br /&gt;Não tem como escapar&lt;br /&gt;Porque seremos sempre atraídos&lt;br /&gt;Eu serei sempre assim&lt;br /&gt;Exagerado digam o que digam&lt;br /&gt;Renda-se, meu amor&lt;br /&gt;As lábias do meu canto sedutor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem me amar&lt;br /&gt;Esquece o mundo e vem me amar&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero me queimar no seu calor&lt;br /&gt;Liberte essa paixão&lt;br /&gt;Não tenha medo não&lt;br /&gt;Vem me amar&lt;br /&gt;Agora e sempre, vem me amar&lt;br /&gt;Meu mundo obedece o coração&lt;br /&gt;Não queira entender de solidão...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833543171587871469-3820757479956866854?l=omundodabrabu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/feeds/3820757479956866854/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833543171587871469&amp;postID=3820757479956866854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/3820757479956866854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/3820757479956866854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/2009/03/vem-me-amar-esquece-o-mundo-e-vem-me.html' title='Vem me amar... Esquece o mundo e vem me amar'/><author><name>Brabuleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14023167704821889448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/Sblm4fNGWkI/AAAAAAAAPFs/TgUMQpNPCLg/S220/ATgAAACvthkm8flg59RIUVcwsodl1nXpJ2L9l3l6S4vRj3OiuSbl5V_mTg6HASbIrzig-AilVcRgWN6R0s3wrMyFcvBMAJtU9VACM6jK-gSqW6Qef0C1EjDHwARzRQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833543171587871469.post-6573124645591688903</id><published>2009-03-20T12:50:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T13:04:26.152-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Moda...</title><content type='html'>taí uma coisa que nao acompanho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coisa mais estranha todo mundo parecendo a mesma coisa na rua. Cada um com uma historia, cada um com um pensamento, com uma vida... entao porquê andar todos iguais?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa ditadura da moda nao me corrompe, outro dia fui de chinelo pra escola, nunca me senti tão bem numa aula, e nunca me olharam tanto nao sendo pela minha bunda =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou totalmente do contra... quando algo está na moda eu nao compro porque é caro, ai quando ninguem mais usa eu compro baratinho e uso como se fosse exclusivo hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pessoal querendo ser um igual ao outro... eu einh! to fora....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como li no livro "O vendedor de sonhos", que o Nego me emprestou: BELEZA NAO PODE SER PADRONIZADA.... nao adianta usar roupa igual da atriz que tá na novela.... se você é feio por dentro, não há roupa que te deixe lindo por fora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833543171587871469-6573124645591688903?l=omundodabrabu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/feeds/6573124645591688903/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833543171587871469&amp;postID=6573124645591688903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/6573124645591688903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/6573124645591688903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/2009/03/moda.html' title='Moda...'/><author><name>Brabuleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14023167704821889448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/Sblm4fNGWkI/AAAAAAAAPFs/TgUMQpNPCLg/S220/ATgAAACvthkm8flg59RIUVcwsodl1nXpJ2L9l3l6S4vRj3OiuSbl5V_mTg6HASbIrzig-AilVcRgWN6R0s3wrMyFcvBMAJtU9VACM6jK-gSqW6Qef0C1EjDHwARzRQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833543171587871469.post-3281922907688353372</id><published>2009-03-18T23:57:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T00:01:39.594-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma loucura...</title><content type='html'>... as vezes é só disso que a gente precisa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazer uma loucura... ou que alguem faça uma loucura por nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A normalidade tem tornado a vida sem graça, sem cor, sem sabor, sem paixão, sem tesão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A loucura faz da vida mais gostosa, mais alegre, mais facil de ser vivida. Escolher o caminho menos provavel as vezes é o mais correto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de tudo, a loucura faz com que a vida valha a pena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833543171587871469-3281922907688353372?l=omundodabrabu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/feeds/3281922907688353372/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833543171587871469&amp;postID=3281922907688353372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/3281922907688353372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Se tudo está perdido amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que mais me podes dar&lt;br /&gt;Se nada tens a dar&lt;br /&gt;Que a marca de uma nova dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loucura reviver&lt;br /&gt;Inútil se querer&lt;br /&gt;O amor que não se tem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que voltaste aqui&lt;br /&gt;Se estando junto a ti&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinto que estou sem ninguém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que pensas tu que eu sou&lt;br /&gt;Se julgas que ainda vou&lt;br /&gt;Pedir que não me deixes mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho que pedir&lt;br /&gt;Nao sei o que pedir&lt;br /&gt;Se tudo que desejo é paz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que culpa tenho eu&lt;br /&gt;Se tudo se perdeu&lt;br /&gt;Se tu quiseste assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E então que queres tu de mim&lt;br /&gt;Se até o pranto que chorei&lt;br /&gt;Se foi por ti não sei&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Mim'/><author><name>Brabuleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14023167704821889448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/Sblm4fNGWkI/AAAAAAAAPFs/TgUMQpNPCLg/S220/ATgAAACvthkm8flg59RIUVcwsodl1nXpJ2L9l3l6S4vRj3OiuSbl5V_mTg6HASbIrzig-AilVcRgWN6R0s3wrMyFcvBMAJtU9VACM6jK-gSqW6Qef0C1EjDHwARzRQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833543171587871469.post-8784254890566300937</id><published>2009-03-16T13:43:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T13:47:35.687-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm good</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IQM0y6_l8gE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IQM0y6_l8gE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;When friends and family come around and ask me&lt;br /&gt;All I say is&lt;br /&gt;I'm good I'm good&lt;br /&gt;I'm ok alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep in side I know I can't take any more&lt;br /&gt;It's killing me slowly&lt;br /&gt;Physically mentally&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want people to feel sorry for me&lt;br /&gt;And that's why I say&lt;br /&gt;I'm good I'm good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said I'm good I'm good&lt;br /&gt;I'm ok alright&lt;br /&gt;I'm good I'm good&lt;br /&gt;I'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;I'm good baby&lt;br /&gt;I'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some times I can't even talk&lt;br /&gt;I can't walk&lt;br /&gt;City isn't long&lt;br /&gt;Somebody help me&lt;br /&gt;Oh say somebody help me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want people to feel sorry for me&lt;br /&gt;That's why I say&lt;br /&gt;I'm good I'm good&lt;br /&gt;I'm ok alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said I'm good I'm good&lt;br /&gt;I'm ok alright&lt;br /&gt;I said I'm good I'm good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be alright babe&lt;br /&gt;I'm good I'm good&lt;br /&gt;Said I'll be alright baby&lt;br /&gt;I'm good oh baby said I'm good&lt;br /&gt;Baby that's all I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends and family that's all I tells them but&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside I'm dying baby&lt;br /&gt;Oh...no...no...no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm good I'm good&lt;br /&gt;I'm ok alright&lt;br /&gt;Said I'm good I'm good&lt;br /&gt;I'm ok alright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833543171587871469-8784254890566300937?l=omundodabrabu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/feeds/8784254890566300937/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833543171587871469&amp;postID=8784254890566300937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/8784254890566300937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/8784254890566300937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-good.html' title='I&apos;m good'/><author><name>Brabuleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14023167704821889448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/Sblm4fNGWkI/AAAAAAAAPFs/TgUMQpNPCLg/S220/ATgAAACvthkm8flg59RIUVcwsodl1nXpJ2L9l3l6S4vRj3OiuSbl5V_mTg6HASbIrzig-AilVcRgWN6R0s3wrMyFcvBMAJtU9VACM6jK-gSqW6Qef0C1EjDHwARzRQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833543171587871469.post-7275957096288814276</id><published>2009-03-16T10:59:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T11:05:24.413-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Que venham...</title><content type='html'>Que venham chuvas e trovões&lt;br /&gt;Destruam sentimentos e paixões&lt;br /&gt;Sei que serei um eterno perdedor&lt;br /&gt;Nessa guerra entre o coração e o amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra que viver dia a dia lutando,&lt;br /&gt;Se aos poucos está me matando&lt;br /&gt;Chega de tanto na vida sofrer&lt;br /&gt;É bem melhor deixar de viver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malditos sonhos que tenho&lt;br /&gt;Que ao despertar, realizá-lo empenho&lt;br /&gt;Nessa batalhao tao ingrata&lt;br /&gt;Vencer essa dor que me maltrata,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forças meu Senhor tento ter&lt;br /&gt;Para esta luta vencer&lt;br /&gt;Se desta vez meu coração aguentar&lt;br /&gt;Nesta briga não irei chorar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria coragem para continuar&lt;br /&gt;Lutando para você me amar&lt;br /&gt;Essa distancia que em mim corrói&lt;br /&gt;Nao imagina como no peito dói...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amando você como nunca antes amei;&lt;br /&gt;Por amor nenhum jamais chorei&lt;br /&gt;Você foi diferente por uma unica razao&lt;br /&gt;É que para você me entreguei de coração.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833543171587871469-7275957096288814276?l=omundodabrabu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/feeds/7275957096288814276/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/Sblm4fNGWkI/AAAAAAAAPFs/TgUMQpNPCLg/S220/ATgAAACvthkm8flg59RIUVcwsodl1nXpJ2L9l3l6S4vRj3OiuSbl5V_mTg6HASbIrzig-AilVcRgWN6R0s3wrMyFcvBMAJtU9VACM6jK-gSqW6Qef0C1EjDHwARzRQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833543171587871469.post-1634359423209753002</id><published>2009-03-13T12:40:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T12:46:25.549-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poeta da Solidão</title><content type='html'>De que adianta escrever de amor&lt;br /&gt;Falar do brilho das estrelas&lt;br /&gt;Da luz do luar em noite de nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;Se na verdade tudo é negro&lt;br /&gt;E dentro de mim dominam as frias trevas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tornei-me prisioneiro do meu medo&lt;br /&gt;Sem coragem de buscar novas emoções&lt;br /&gt;Preso na armadilha que eu mesmo armei&lt;br /&gt;Pois planejei o mais puro dos amores&lt;br /&gt;Mas infelizmente senti a mais dura das dores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora nao consigo nem ao menos chorar&lt;br /&gt;Pois chorando vou lembrar você&lt;br /&gt;Dos nossos momentos felizes&lt;br /&gt;Das juras de amor que nós dois fizemos&lt;br /&gt;Promessas que jamais serão cumpridas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do que adianta ser poeta&lt;br /&gt;Do que adianta escrever palavras bonitas&lt;br /&gt;A tristeza dominou minh'alma&lt;br /&gt;Perdido estou entre o céu e a terra&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de mim existe um véu negro e sombrio...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833543171587871469-1634359423209753002?l=omundodabrabu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/feeds/1634359423209753002/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833543171587871469&amp;postID=1634359423209753002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/1634359423209753002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/1634359423209753002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/2009/03/poeta-da-solidao.html' title='Poeta da Solidão'/><author><name>Brabuleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14023167704821889448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/Sblm4fNGWkI/AAAAAAAAPFs/TgUMQpNPCLg/S220/ATgAAACvthkm8flg59RIUVcwsodl1nXpJ2L9l3l6S4vRj3OiuSbl5V_mTg6HASbIrzig-AilVcRgWN6R0s3wrMyFcvBMAJtU9VACM6jK-gSqW6Qef0C1EjDHwARzRQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833543171587871469.post-8155167558451440101</id><published>2009-03-12T16:42:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T16:47:13.900-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainda existe...</title><content type='html'>ainda bem que esse blog nao morreu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me deu uma vontade de escrever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ando pensando muito no sentido da vida e isso tem me deixado triste, afinal vivemos e batalhamos pra que? pra quando chegar a hora de obter os resultados morrer?&lt;br /&gt;a gente se esforça pra um futuro que nao existe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho uma vontade louca de deixar tudo, abandonar tudo e todos e simplesmente existir, nao mais viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez vivamos só pra sofrer um pouco, e os momentos que pensamos que estamos felizes sejam só uma forma de nos mostrar o quao triste somos quando esse momento acaba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enquanto nao crio coragem pra largar tudo, continuo aqui. de vez em quando me lembrando que ja criei um blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bjos aos que por engano acabam caindo aqui...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833543171587871469-8155167558451440101?l=omundodabrabu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/feeds/8155167558451440101/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833543171587871469&amp;postID=8155167558451440101&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/8155167558451440101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/8155167558451440101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/2009/03/ainda-existe.html' title='Ainda existe...'/><author><name>Brabuleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14023167704821889448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/Sblm4fNGWkI/AAAAAAAAPFs/TgUMQpNPCLg/S220/ATgAAACvthkm8flg59RIUVcwsodl1nXpJ2L9l3l6S4vRj3OiuSbl5V_mTg6HASbIrzig-AilVcRgWN6R0s3wrMyFcvBMAJtU9VACM6jK-gSqW6Qef0C1EjDHwARzRQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833543171587871469.post-8940192722612677046</id><published>2008-10-23T08:36:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T08:56:56.570-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Atualizando...</title><content type='html'>embora sem muito assunto, creio que passei da hora de atualizar esse blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como já é de conhecimento de todos, eu sou um tanto quanto "avursa" em meus pensamentos, e pra variar, ando tendo alguns devaneios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimamente tenho parado pra pensar sobre aquilo que vai &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alem do óbvio ululante qe pulula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="gtbmisp_18" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; font-family: serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; position: static; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: left; text-indent: 0pt; text-transform: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline; cursor: pointer; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="gtbmisp_19" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; font-family: serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; position: static; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: left; text-indent: 0pt; text-transform: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline; cursor: pointer; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="gtbmisp_20" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; font-family: serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; position: static; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: left; text-indent: 0pt; text-transform: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline; cursor: pointer; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; nas mentes humanas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, ou seja, sobre a diferença entre o certo e o errado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, o que distingue uma coisa da outra? Leis? Costumes? ou a própria consciência?&lt;br /&gt;No meu caso, minha consciência (hahahahaa aí é que tá o perigo), porque eu posso muito bem agir contra a lei, basta não ser descoberta =)&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando minha consciência me diz que algo que estou pensando, ou quem sabe, fazendo, é errado, como hei de escapar dela?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha sorte é que minha consciência é muito boazinha e um pouco flexível, porque as vezes eu converso com ela e mostro que até as coisas erradas possuem seus momentos certos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, não escrevi exatamente da forma como havia pensado, mas pra atualizar o blog já tá valendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833543171587871469-8940192722612677046?l=omundodabrabu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/feeds/8940192722612677046/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833543171587871469&amp;postID=8940192722612677046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/8940192722612677046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/8940192722612677046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/2008/10/atualizando.html' title='Atualizando...'/><author><name>Brabuleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14023167704821889448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/Sblm4fNGWkI/AAAAAAAAPFs/TgUMQpNPCLg/S220/ATgAAACvthkm8flg59RIUVcwsodl1nXpJ2L9l3l6S4vRj3OiuSbl5V_mTg6HASbIrzig-AilVcRgWN6R0s3wrMyFcvBMAJtU9VACM6jK-gSqW6Qef0C1EjDHwARzRQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833543171587871469.post-5750037827965572002</id><published>2008-10-16T15:02:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T15:08:54.739-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Exagero - Elza Soares</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quando você me abraça,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sinto em brasa o coração,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me vira toda do avesso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e faz de mim o que bem quer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quando você me abraça, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;viro menino e sou mulher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A gente se ama em qualquer lugar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É tanta loucura nem dá pra falar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me beija, me rasga, me ama no chão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mantem a chama acesa dentro do coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu sou seu exagero...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Minha louca paixão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833543171587871469-5750037827965572002?l=omundodabrabu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/feeds/5750037827965572002/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833543171587871469&amp;postID=5750037827965572002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/5750037827965572002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/5750037827965572002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/2008/10/exagero-elza-soares.html' title='Exagero - Elza Soares'/><author><name>Brabuleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14023167704821889448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/Sblm4fNGWkI/AAAAAAAAPFs/TgUMQpNPCLg/S220/ATgAAACvthkm8flg59RIUVcwsodl1nXpJ2L9l3l6S4vRj3OiuSbl5V_mTg6HASbIrzig-AilVcRgWN6R0s3wrMyFcvBMAJtU9VACM6jK-gSqW6Qef0C1EjDHwARzRQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833543171587871469.post-8238084607902448807</id><published>2008-09-25T15:18:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T15:09:38.208-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A gente...</title><content type='html'>estuda, se esforça, pra crescer, ser alguem na vida... e pra quê?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra morrer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É, parem pra pensar... a gente estuda, arruma um emprego bom, constrói uma casa, reforma a casa, e depois morre; Tem gente que nem chega a construir uma casa, ou até mesmo conclui os estudos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coisa mais sem sentido, vivemos todos os dias preocupados com o amanhã, sem ao menos termos certeza que o amanhã chegará...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E com essa preocupação, esquecemos que vivemos o hoje e não o amanhã.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje parei pra pensar e cheguei a conclusão que todo esse negocio de "ser alguem na vida" é baboseira... no fim todos seremos comidos por bichos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva e ame hoje, amanhã talvez não dê tempo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833543171587871469-8238084607902448807?l=omundodabrabu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/feeds/8238084607902448807/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833543171587871469&amp;postID=8238084607902448807&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/8238084607902448807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/8238084607902448807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/2008/09/gente.html' title='A gente...'/><author><name>Brabuleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14023167704821889448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/Sblm4fNGWkI/AAAAAAAAPFs/TgUMQpNPCLg/S220/ATgAAACvthkm8flg59RIUVcwsodl1nXpJ2L9l3l6S4vRj3OiuSbl5V_mTg6HASbIrzig-AilVcRgWN6R0s3wrMyFcvBMAJtU9VACM6jK-gSqW6Qef0C1EjDHwARzRQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833543171587871469.post-2267201497810518232</id><published>2008-08-29T12:19:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T13:07:45.409-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um mes depois...</title><content type='html'>... volto aqui pra prestar minha humilde homenagem, ao unico artista pelo qual me considero FÃ de verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Joseph Jackson... The King Of Pop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele está completando 50 anos... meio seculo de vida....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algumas informações sobre ele:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vendagem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="1979" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1979"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1979&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Off The Wall" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Off_The_Wall"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Off The Wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; 19 milhões&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1982" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1982"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1982&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Thriller" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thriller"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thriller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; 114 milhões&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1987" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1987"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1987&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Bad" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bad"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; 30 milhões&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1991" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1991"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1991&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Dangerous" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dangerous"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dangerous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; 30 milhões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1995" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1995"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1995&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="HIStory: Past, Present and Future – Book I" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/HIStory:_Past,_Present_and_Future_%E2%80%93_Book_I"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HIStory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; (02 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="CD" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/CD"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;CDs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;)18 milhões (album duplo mais vendido do mundo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1997" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1997"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1997&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Blood On The Dance Floor - HIStory In The Mix" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blood_On_The_Dance_Floor_-_HIStory_In_The_Mix"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Blood On The Dance Floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; 6 milhões (álbum de remixes mais vendido da história. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="2001" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/2001"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2001&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Invincible" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Invincible"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Invincible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; 8 milhões&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="2003" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/2003"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2003&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Michael Jackson - Number Ones" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Jackson_-_Number_Ones"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Number Ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; 6 milhões (Coletanea mais vendida do mundo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="2004" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/2004"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Michael Jackson: The Ultimate Collection" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Jackson:_The_Ultimate_Collection"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Ultimate Collection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; (04 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="CD" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/CD"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;CDs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; + 01 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="DVD" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/DVD"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;DVD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;) 300 mil (to querendo de presente)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="2005" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/2005"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="The Essential: Michael Jackson" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Essential:_Michael_Jackson"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Essential&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; (02 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="CD" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/CD"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CDs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;) 2,5 milhões&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="2008" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/2008"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Thriller" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thriller"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thriller: "25th Anniversary Edition"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="CD" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/CD"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="DVD" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/DVD"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DVD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;) 2,7 milhões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Esses em vermelho são os que já tenho, se quiserem me dar os outros ficaria agradecida.... hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jackson possui um registro vocal incrível, a extensão de sua voz é de 3,5 oitavas, alcançando notas mais agudas de até 4,0 oitavas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Michael Jackson foi um dos pouquíssimos a conseguir emplacar 5 álbuns de inéditas seguidos em 1º lugar no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Hot 200 (ainda não escrito)" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Hot_200&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hot 200&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Billboard" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Billboard"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Billboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, o outro foi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="DMX" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/DMX"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;DMX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson foi o segundo cantor solo internacional (masculino) que mais emplacou hits no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Hot 100" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hot_100"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hot 100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Billboard" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Billboard"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Billboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: foram treze canções em primeiro lugar, o que mais emplacou foi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="James Brown" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_Brown"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;James Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; com 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael Jackson coleciona ao longo de sua carreira 23 Grammys.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O álbum Thriller ficou 82 semanas no topo dos mais vendidos nos Estados Unidos.(Recorde) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239971519334687634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/SLgeVZMbo5I/AAAAAAAAJNw/wyVs1nE23Eo/s400/michaelbrasil-TELHA2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Então, por hoje é só, segunda venho falar da festa que vou pra comemorar o niver dele...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Beijinhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833543171587871469-2267201497810518232?l=omundodabrabu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/feeds/2267201497810518232/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833543171587871469&amp;postID=2267201497810518232&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/2267201497810518232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/2267201497810518232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/2008/08/um-mes-depois.html' title='Um mes depois...'/><author><name>Brabuleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14023167704821889448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/Sblm4fNGWkI/AAAAAAAAPFs/TgUMQpNPCLg/S220/ATgAAACvthkm8flg59RIUVcwsodl1nXpJ2L9l3l6S4vRj3OiuSbl5V_mTg6HASbIrzig-AilVcRgWN6R0s3wrMyFcvBMAJtU9VACM6jK-gSqW6Qef0C1EjDHwARzRQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail 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style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(dia 7 de dezembro espero presentes).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha vida tá passando, e até que eu fiz bastante coisa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh vou parar com isso porque se não fico sem assunto pro dia do meu aniversario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por enquanto é só, vamos viver enquanto isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833543171587871469-3091695541418944875?l=omundodabrabu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/feeds/3091695541418944875/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833543171587871469&amp;postID=3091695541418944875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/3091695541418944875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/3091695541418944875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/2008/07/levantando-o-blog.html' title='Levantando o blog...'/><author><name>Brabuleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14023167704821889448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/Sblm4fNGWkI/AAAAAAAAPFs/TgUMQpNPCLg/S220/ATgAAACvthkm8flg59RIUVcwsodl1nXpJ2L9l3l6S4vRj3OiuSbl5V_mTg6HASbIrzig-AilVcRgWN6R0s3wrMyFcvBMAJtU9VACM6jK-gSqW6Qef0C1EjDHwARzRQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833543171587871469.post-4667798587827363781</id><published>2008-07-21T09:45:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T09:53:11.680-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu tô bem...</title><content type='html'>por que todo mundo espera que eu faça alguma coisa, achando que eu não to bem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo todo tentam me arrumar namorado, festas, trabalho, descanso... sempre achando que essas coisas podem melhorar minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poxa eu tô bem, tudo o que eu quero é amigos sinceros, isso é tudo que preciso, afinal, esta que lhes escreve, é o cumulo da sinceridade... e por mais que isso me cause problemas, me orgulho disso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claro que se essas coisas ocorrerem, não vou fugir, nem vou ser menos feliz, mas o caso é que eu não preciso que me empurrem pra isso, "deixa acontecer naturalmente", assim fico mais feliz ainda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, chega, tô sem muita inspiração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijinhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833543171587871469-4667798587827363781?l=omundodabrabu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/feeds/4667798587827363781/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833543171587871469&amp;postID=4667798587827363781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/4667798587827363781'/><link rel='self' 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que até chorei ao rever minha vó heheh, tadinha ela disse que chorava todo dia =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora estamos ai... voltando ao mundo real....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos pra todos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833543171587871469-6710931506710855065?l=omundodabrabu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/feeds/6710931506710855065/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833543171587871469&amp;postID=6710931506710855065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/6710931506710855065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/6710931506710855065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/2008/07/voltei.html' title='Voltei...'/><author><name>Brabuleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14023167704821889448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/Sblm4fNGWkI/AAAAAAAAPFs/TgUMQpNPCLg/S220/ATgAAACvthkm8flg59RIUVcwsodl1nXpJ2L9l3l6S4vRj3OiuSbl5V_mTg6HASbIrzig-AilVcRgWN6R0s3wrMyFcvBMAJtU9VACM6jK-gSqW6Qef0C1EjDHwARzRQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833543171587871469.post-7704362923734675534</id><published>2008-07-07T13:59:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T14:06:38.760-03:00</updated><title type='text'>To viva!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vitoria é linda, e a viagem foi tranquila, nem dei bafão dentro do avião, me comportei direitinho...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Telha é uma graça, a casa dela é linda, e os pais dela uns amores... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conheci bastantes lugares já mas ainda não entrei na agua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Logo logo mais fotos.... Bjinhos (sem a imagem hj)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/SHJMOsmzy4I/AAAAAAAAIPY/ngm6rYP0JEc/s1600-h/S5026417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220318733451643778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/SHJMOsmzy4I/AAAAAAAAIPY/ngm6rYP0JEc/s400/S5026417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/SHJMrSeoTwI/AAAAAAAAIPg/yeoiy1W_Lsw/s1600-h/S5026395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220319224654221058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/SHJMrSeoTwI/AAAAAAAAIPg/yeoiy1W_Lsw/s400/S5026395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/833543171587871469-7704362923734675534?l=omundodabrabu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/feeds/7704362923734675534/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833543171587871469&amp;postID=7704362923734675534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/7704362923734675534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/7704362923734675534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/2008/07/to-viva.html' title='To viva!!!'/><author><name>Brabuleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14023167704821889448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/Sblm4fNGWkI/AAAAAAAAPFs/TgUMQpNPCLg/S220/ATgAAACvthkm8flg59RIUVcwsodl1nXpJ2L9l3l6S4vRj3OiuSbl5V_mTg6HASbIrzig-AilVcRgWN6R0s3wrMyFcvBMAJtU9VACM6jK-gSqW6Qef0C1EjDHwARzRQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/SHJMOsmzy4I/AAAAAAAAIPY/ngm6rYP0JEc/s72-c/S5026417.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833543171587871469.post-5319287929736351773</id><published>2008-07-03T16:13:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T16:29:22.350-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Tô fazendo amor com outra pessoa...</title><content type='html'>Mas meu coração, vai ser pra sempre seu..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem musica mais ordinária, sem vergonha, cretina que essa?&lt;br /&gt;Idiota a mulher que cair numa dessa....o filho da mãe sai com todas e depois vem com essa historia de coração???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh me poupe, no minimo o dinheiro dele acabou, ficou sem carro, tá andando com as roupas amarrotadas e assim a "outra pessoa" não quer mais ele.... ai o que ele faz? Volta pra dona do coração dele que deve ser um trouxa, que lava, passa e cozinha e ainda se duvidar paga pra ele ficar bonitão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fico atordoada em ver e ouvir essas coisas, é muita cafajestagem uma musica dessa, como se a coitada tivesse obrigação de aceitar ele de volta só por que " ele pode até gostar de alguem mas é ela que ele ama"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje to bem musical, alias hoje não, sempre sou muito ligada a musica, e não sei porque essa, logo essa, me veio a mente....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aproveitei a falta de assunto e postei isso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Minha viagem está chegando....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/SG0oY6me1iI/AAAAAAAAIOs/LbF54UrrTP0/s1600-h/beijo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/SG0oY6me1iI/AAAAAAAAIOs/LbF54UrrTP0/s400/beijo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218871951704905250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833543171587871469-5319287929736351773?l=omundodabrabu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/feeds/5319287929736351773/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833543171587871469&amp;postID=5319287929736351773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/5319287929736351773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/5319287929736351773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/2008/07/t-fazendo-amor-com-outra-pessoa.html' title='&quot;Tô fazendo amor com outra pessoa...'/><author><name>Brabuleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14023167704821889448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/Sblm4fNGWkI/AAAAAAAAPFs/TgUMQpNPCLg/S220/ATgAAACvthkm8flg59RIUVcwsodl1nXpJ2L9l3l6S4vRj3OiuSbl5V_mTg6HASbIrzig-AilVcRgWN6R0s3wrMyFcvBMAJtU9VACM6jK-gSqW6Qef0C1EjDHwARzRQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/SG0oY6me1iI/AAAAAAAAIOs/LbF54UrrTP0/s72-c/beijo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833543171587871469.post-6631456155279286093</id><published>2008-07-01T13:44:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T13:53:01.890-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha amiga casou...</title><content type='html'>... nunca me senti tão encalhada em toda minha vida solteira, sério, ver alguem da minha idade, com quem eu convivi boa parte da minha adolescencia se casar, foi um baque pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorei obvio, mas não pelo fato de ser encalhada, foi de emoção mesmo... ela estava tão linda, foi tão bonito tudo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é, acho que vou assistir todas minhas amigas casarem antes de fazer o meu casamento, mas tudo bem, tudo bem, vou estudar enquanto isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No final foi engraçado, eu ia pra festa e acabei indo pro cinema, assistir o  começo de um filme que nem me lembro o nome com uma pessoa que mal conhecia, mas que é super legal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, não tenho mais nada pra falar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/SGpg4bgAOgI/AAAAAAAAH_k/jxoWdjeCvpk/s1600-h/beijo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/SGpg4bgAOgI/AAAAAAAAH_k/jxoWdjeCvpk/s400/beijo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218089640833071618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833543171587871469-6631456155279286093?l=omundodabrabu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/feeds/6631456155279286093/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833543171587871469&amp;postID=6631456155279286093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/6631456155279286093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/6631456155279286093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/2008/07/minha-amiga-casou.html' title='Minha amiga casou...'/><author><name>Brabuleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14023167704821889448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/Sblm4fNGWkI/AAAAAAAAPFs/TgUMQpNPCLg/S220/ATgAAACvthkm8flg59RIUVcwsodl1nXpJ2L9l3l6S4vRj3OiuSbl5V_mTg6HASbIrzig-AilVcRgWN6R0s3wrMyFcvBMAJtU9VACM6jK-gSqW6Qef0C1EjDHwARzRQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/SGpg4bgAOgI/AAAAAAAAH_k/jxoWdjeCvpk/s72-c/beijo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833543171587871469.post-645672463135648460</id><published>2008-06-27T16:45:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T16:56:52.696-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Droga de nervoso...</title><content type='html'>por ter ficado tão nervosa ontem, mais o regime que estou fazendo, o que aconteceu??? Me atacou a gastrite, quase que não chego em casa ontem de tão mal que fiquei, fui obrigada a tomar remedio e a comer...&lt;br /&gt;Droga não queria ter comido, mas eu tava quase desmaiando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje já to bem hehe, mas não comi nada =] pra compensar a janta de ontem, só tomei um suco no almoço...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdoem minha burrice, ontem esqueci de dizer qual o meu destino.... vou viajar para Vitória- ES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visitar a Telhuda....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, não tenho mais nada pra escrever....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/SGVFNh-fqlI/AAAAAAAAH_c/DiNvE4eRWB0/s1600-h/beijo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/SGVFNh-fqlI/AAAAAAAAH_c/DiNvE4eRWB0/s400/beijo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216651842139695698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833543171587871469-645672463135648460?l=omundodabrabu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/feeds/645672463135648460/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833543171587871469&amp;postID=645672463135648460&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/645672463135648460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/645672463135648460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/2008/06/droga-de-nervoso.html' title='Droga de nervoso...'/><author><name>Brabuleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14023167704821889448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/Sblm4fNGWkI/AAAAAAAAPFs/TgUMQpNPCLg/S220/ATgAAACvthkm8flg59RIUVcwsodl1nXpJ2L9l3l6S4vRj3OiuSbl5V_mTg6HASbIrzig-AilVcRgWN6R0s3wrMyFcvBMAJtU9VACM6jK-gSqW6Qef0C1EjDHwARzRQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/SGVFNh-fqlI/AAAAAAAAH_c/DiNvE4eRWB0/s72-c/beijo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833543171587871469.post-5172552869787798990</id><published>2008-06-26T15:37:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T15:58:54.730-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vou ter um colapso!</title><content type='html'>Tô muito nervosa com minha viagem, imaginem só, nunca voei, e morro de medo de avião.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que é bobagem minha mas to com meus nervos em frangalhos, e com esse regime então, nem comer chocolate pra desestressar to podendo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas to bem empolgada tambem, vi as fotos e o lugar é lindo, sem contar que estarei com minhas irmãs do coração né?! Não vejo a hora de chegar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só tem um problema, vou sozinha pro aeroporto, to com medo de me perder lá e outra se eu quiser chorar de aflição, não vou ter ninguem pra me amparar.... mas tudo bem, ainda to na espectativa de que vá alguem de Sampa me dar tchau...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To fazendo uma lista com os nomes pra quem devo trazer lembranças, se alguem quiser deixa o nome e endereço nos comentarios ou se preferir  no meu orkut, prometo que tentarei atender a todos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto de onde vou ficar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gazetaonline.globo.com/turismo/fotos/real/camburi61.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://gazetaonline.globo.com/turismo/fotos/real/camburi61.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é lindo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero não ter uma síncope dentro do avião.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Beijinhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/SGPm4J57aXI/AAAAAAAAH_U/8ghXLASlQt0/s1600-h/beijo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/SGPm4J57aXI/AAAAAAAAH_U/8ghXLASlQt0/s400/beijo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216266645831117170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833543171587871469-5172552869787798990?l=omundodabrabu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/feeds/5172552869787798990/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833543171587871469&amp;postID=5172552869787798990&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/5172552869787798990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/5172552869787798990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/2008/06/vou-ter-um-colapso.html' title='Vou ter um colapso!'/><author><name>Brabuleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14023167704821889448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/Sblm4fNGWkI/AAAAAAAAPFs/TgUMQpNPCLg/S220/ATgAAACvthkm8flg59RIUVcwsodl1nXpJ2L9l3l6S4vRj3OiuSbl5V_mTg6HASbIrzig-AilVcRgWN6R0s3wrMyFcvBMAJtU9VACM6jK-gSqW6Qef0C1EjDHwARzRQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/SGPm4J57aXI/AAAAAAAAH_U/8ghXLASlQt0/s72-c/beijo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833543171587871469.post-3392636716008633442</id><published>2008-06-24T13:14:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T13:50:40.064-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade...</title><content type='html'>...como que pode, um sentimento fazer nossa vida incompleta, sempre com um vazio no meio dela?&lt;br /&gt;É uma coisa tão boba e ao mesmo tempo tão profunda.&lt;br /&gt;Por exemplo, quando minha mãe morreu eu tinha 8 anos, e não me lembro nadica de nada dela, nem do sorriso, da voz, lembro do que vejo na foto, mas não lembro de carinhos, e coisas que ela me dizia, porem sinto falta dela, sinto saudade dela....como é que posso sentir saudade de alguém de quem não me lembro?&lt;br /&gt;O Vazio que ela me deixou eu não consigo preencher, porem é saudade de algo que eu não sei o que é.&lt;br /&gt;Já fazem 11 anos que ela se foi, ou seja, mais que o tempo em que vivi com ela, e a saudade não passa, só aumenta, aumenta....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É muito confuso, até mesmo pra mim com esse cabeção...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai Ai... ainda tem gente que reclama de saudades de alguém que a geografia levou pra longe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/SGEfTvOxkEI/AAAAAAAAH-k/EG2_UeTR8Cc/s1600-h/beijo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/SGEfTvOxkEI/AAAAAAAAH-k/EG2_UeTR8Cc/s200/beijo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215484267428155458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833543171587871469-3392636716008633442?l=omundodabrabu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/feeds/3392636716008633442/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833543171587871469&amp;postID=3392636716008633442&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/3392636716008633442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/3392636716008633442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/2008/06/saudade.html' title='Saudade...'/><author><name>Brabuleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14023167704821889448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/Sblm4fNGWkI/AAAAAAAAPFs/TgUMQpNPCLg/S220/ATgAAACvthkm8flg59RIUVcwsodl1nXpJ2L9l3l6S4vRj3OiuSbl5V_mTg6HASbIrzig-AilVcRgWN6R0s3wrMyFcvBMAJtU9VACM6jK-gSqW6Qef0C1EjDHwARzRQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/SGEfTvOxkEI/AAAAAAAAH-k/EG2_UeTR8Cc/s72-c/beijo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833543171587871469.post-7962188174285680683</id><published>2008-06-23T11:52:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T12:49:41.825-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh o Domingo...</title><content type='html'>...o dia mais triste da semana, me lembra que o final de semana acabou, ou seja, segunda feira é amanhã...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porem é o melhor dia gastronomicamente falando, na minha casa sempre tem macarrão com frango assado (tradição italiana da minha Vó, moro com ela pra quem não sabe), mas ontem fui comer na casa do meu pai, ele fez um churrasco com o visinho, a namorada dele fez maionese, salpicão, creme de alho, farofa, um arroz divino, e sem falar do salmão assado, as carnes que comi e pra finalizar um pudim de leite moça...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tava tudo otimo, até meu pai confessar que ao contrario do que ele havia me falado há 10 anos, ele não deu meus Hamsters na agropecuaria, ele abriu a gaiola e deixou os coitados sairem e se perderem no esgoto....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu mundo caiu, ate a fome eu perdi (ainda bem que eu já tinha comido bastante), poxa, 10 anos sendo enganada, pensado que meus ratinhos estavam nas mãos de pessoas carinhosas, quando na verdade, eles viveram a mingua, sem meu carinho, sem meu amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jogarei isso na cara do meu pai o resto da vida.... já disse, ele não vai pro céu... só se pedir perdão pra Deus por tamanha crueldade....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudando de assunto, a partir de hoje entrarei num regime severo, quero perder uns 5 quilos em duas semanas....&lt;br /&gt;De manha tomei um cafezinho e comi uma bolacha salgada, agora no almoço terei que me controlar, mas me manterei firme e quando eu voltar posto aqui o que  comi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Up* comi arroz,feijão, carne assada, salada e mamão, esses dois ultimos em grande quantidade, diferente da parte gostosa... que comi bem pouco... torçam pra que eu continue assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos e boa semana a todos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/SF-6ulFr05I/AAAAAAAAH-c/kecBtU2dI4o/s1600-h/beijo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/SF-6ulFr05I/AAAAAAAAH-c/kecBtU2dI4o/s200/beijo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215092202911028114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833543171587871469-7962188174285680683?l=omundodabrabu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/feeds/7962188174285680683/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833543171587871469&amp;postID=7962188174285680683&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/7962188174285680683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/7962188174285680683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/2008/06/ahhh-o-domingo.html' title='Ahhh o Domingo...'/><author><name>Brabuleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14023167704821889448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/Sblm4fNGWkI/AAAAAAAAPFs/TgUMQpNPCLg/S220/ATgAAACvthkm8flg59RIUVcwsodl1nXpJ2L9l3l6S4vRj3OiuSbl5V_mTg6HASbIrzig-AilVcRgWN6R0s3wrMyFcvBMAJtU9VACM6jK-gSqW6Qef0C1EjDHwARzRQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/SF-6ulFr05I/AAAAAAAAH-c/kecBtU2dI4o/s72-c/beijo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833543171587871469.post-8358401853223145435</id><published>2008-06-20T13:17:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T13:26:49.895-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fome.</title><content type='html'>Sofro de algum disturbio ( não estou falando do mental, pois esse eu conheço), porque eu vivo com fome, eu como e já fico com fome outra vez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coisa estranha, será que meu estomago é tão lesado quanto meu cerébro que não percebe que eu já comi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tento fazer regime, dieta, fechar a boca, mas não consigo, me dá fome só de pensar em ficar com fome e não poder comer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que é só comigo isso? Falei hoje com um amigo meu que só não como cebola e o garfo, o resto tô traçando, e é verdade... o engraçado é que não consigo comer delicadamente, eu como muitoooo, faço cada prato de pedreiro que Benza Deus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tô pensando em tomar remedio, mas acho que não resolveria, é capaz do remedio me dar mais fome do que já tenho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas tudo bem, como não quero ser top model mesmo, continuarei comendo a macarronada de domingo, os bolos da minha vó, os chocolates da cantina... afinal se ninguem comer, a Nestle para de fabricar, parando de fabricar vai mandar um monte de funcionario pro olho da rua, e eu não quero ser a causadora da demissão dessas pessoas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, to com fome, vou ali comer alguma coisa e já volto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/SFvZs0AwbDI/AAAAAAAAH-U/YncaYajCDdU/s1600-h/beijo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/SFvZs0AwbDI/AAAAAAAAH-U/YncaYajCDdU/s200/beijo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214000357510769714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833543171587871469-8358401853223145435?l=omundodabrabu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/feeds/8358401853223145435/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833543171587871469&amp;postID=8358401853223145435&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/8358401853223145435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/8358401853223145435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/2008/06/fome.html' title='A Fome.'/><author><name>Brabuleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14023167704821889448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/Sblm4fNGWkI/AAAAAAAAPFs/TgUMQpNPCLg/S220/ATgAAACvthkm8flg59RIUVcwsodl1nXpJ2L9l3l6S4vRj3OiuSbl5V_mTg6HASbIrzig-AilVcRgWN6R0s3wrMyFcvBMAJtU9VACM6jK-gSqW6Qef0C1EjDHwARzRQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/SFvZs0AwbDI/AAAAAAAAH-U/YncaYajCDdU/s72-c/beijo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833543171587871469.post-6722594023216115263</id><published>2008-06-19T13:15:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T15:51:52.758-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tava pensando aqui...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;não acredito em mais nada desses negócios &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;de superstição...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poxa&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, já peguei 3 bouquets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; e nada de arrumar marido, não que eu queira claro, mas se fosse verdade mesmo eu não querendo era pra eu casar né&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ai cheguei a conclusão que vou continuar pegando todos os &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;bouquets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="gtbmisp_74" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; position: static; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: left; text-indent: 0pt; text-transform: none; text-decoration: underline; cursor: pointer;font-family:serif;font-size:100%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, que meu carma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; é ser a destruidora de possíveis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; casamentos, porque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; eu pego e alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; que possivelmente iria se casar se pegasse o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; bouquet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, não casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ai quando eu for casar, se isso acontecer, terei um marido que valerá pelo  numero de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; bouquets coletados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="gtbmisp_79" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; position: static; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: left; text-indent: 0pt; text-transform: none; text-decoration: underline; cursor: pointer;font-family:serif;font-size:100%;color:green;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="gtbmisp_80" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; position: static; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: left; text-indent: 0pt; text-transform: none; text-decoration: underline; cursor: pointer; display: none;font-family:serif;font-size:100%;color:red;"   &gt;buques&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="gtbmisp_81" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; position: static; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: left; text-indent: 0pt; text-transform: none; text-decoration: underline; cursor: pointer;font-family:serif;font-size:100%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; (espero que não no tamanho hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;), ou então a poligamia será permitida e terei a quantidade equivalente de maridos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/SFqLHV_DIzI/AAAAAAAAH8I/FNAe1BTd_f8/s1600-h/eu+e+ma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/SFqLHV_DIzI/AAAAAAAAH8I/FNAe1BTd_f8/s320/eu+e+ma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213632476911706930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/SFqLHV_DIzI/AAAAAAAAH8I/FNAe1BTd_f8/s1600-h/eu+e+ma.jpg"&gt;Foto do Ultimo bouquet que eu peguei (to feia demais nela)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nesse ultimo casamento acabei com a esperança de umas 5 hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, os namorados me agradeceram e tudo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Já sabem  né&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;? Não querem casar e foram convidados pra algum casamento, me chamem, garanto que ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; pegará o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;bouquet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, ele pula direto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; na minha mão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Beijinhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/thali.peres/SE_8hklO5hI/AAAAAAAAGJs/XQg95MB7IlQ/beijo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 54px; height: 51px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/thali.peres/SE_8hklO5hI/AAAAAAAAGJs/XQg95MB7IlQ/beijo.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833543171587871469-6722594023216115263?l=omundodabrabu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/feeds/6722594023216115263/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833543171587871469&amp;postID=6722594023216115263&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/6722594023216115263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/6722594023216115263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/2008/06/tava-pensando-aqui.html' title='Tava pensando aqui...'/><author><name>Brabuleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14023167704821889448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/Sblm4fNGWkI/AAAAAAAAPFs/TgUMQpNPCLg/S220/ATgAAACvthkm8flg59RIUVcwsodl1nXpJ2L9l3l6S4vRj3OiuSbl5V_mTg6HASbIrzig-AilVcRgWN6R0s3wrMyFcvBMAJtU9VACM6jK-gSqW6Qef0C1EjDHwARzRQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/SFqLHV_DIzI/AAAAAAAAH8I/FNAe1BTd_f8/s72-c/eu+e+ma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833543171587871469.post-3876624380641799266</id><published>2008-06-18T14:47:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T14:53:56.585-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O cúmulo do absurdo,,,</title><content type='html'>...fui numa &lt;span id="gtbmisp_27" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; font-family: serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; position: static; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: left; text-indent: 0pt; text-transform: none; color: red; text-decoration: underline; cursor: pointer;"&gt;quermesse&lt;/span&gt; outro dia, não sou &lt;span id="gtbmisp_28" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; font-family: serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; position: static; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: left; text-indent: 0pt; text-transform: none; color: green; text-decoration: underline; cursor: pointer;"&gt;católica&lt;/span&gt;, mas fui mais pelo pastel, pelo &lt;span id="gtbmisp_29" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; font-family: serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; position: static; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: left; text-indent: 0pt; text-transform: none; color: red; text-decoration: underline; cursor: pointer;"&gt;quentão&lt;/span&gt; e principalmente pela pipoca...&lt;br /&gt;Qual não foi minha decepção quando vi que a pipoca que eles estavam vendendo era feita num MICROONDAS o.O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que absurdo, &lt;span id="gtbmisp_30" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; font-family: serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; position: static; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: left; text-indent: 0pt; text-transform: none; color: red; text-decoration: underline; cursor: pointer;"&gt;cade&lt;/span&gt; aquela &lt;span id="gtbmisp_31" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; font-family: serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; position: static; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: left; text-indent: 0pt; text-transform: none; color: red; text-decoration: underline; cursor: pointer;"&gt;pipoqueira&lt;/span&gt; com uma manivela em cima que cansa o braço de ficar girando? &lt;span id="gtbmisp_32" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; font-family: serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; position: static; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: left; text-indent: 0pt; text-transform: none; color: red; text-decoration: underline; cursor: pointer;"&gt;Cade&lt;/span&gt; o &lt;span id="gtbmisp_33" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; font-family: serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; position: static; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: left; text-indent: 0pt; text-transform: none; color: green; text-decoration: underline; cursor: pointer;"&gt;cheiro&lt;/span&gt; de pipoca queimada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como que deixaram isso acontecer???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pipoca de festa &lt;span id="gtbmisp_34" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; font-family: serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; position: static; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: left; text-indent: 0pt; text-transform: none; color: red; text-decoration: underline; cursor: pointer;"&gt;junina&lt;/span&gt; feita no &lt;span id="gtbmisp_35" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; font-family: serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; position: static; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: left; text-indent: 0pt; text-transform: none; color: red; text-decoration: underline; cursor: pointer;"&gt;microondas&lt;/span&gt;, e eles nem disfarçavam, pegavam o saco de pipoca colocavam no &lt;span id="gtbmisp_36" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; font-family: serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; position: static; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: left; text-indent: 0pt; text-transform: none; color: red; text-decoration: underline; cursor: pointer;"&gt;microondas&lt;/span&gt; e depois davam nesse saco mesmo a pipoca &lt;span id="gtbmisp_37" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; font-family: serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; position: static; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: left; text-indent: 0pt; text-transform: none; color: red; text-decoration: underline; cursor: pointer;"&gt;pros&lt;/span&gt; trouxas que compravam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabaram com o &lt;span id="gtbmisp_38" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; font-family: serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; position: static; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: left; text-indent: 0pt; text-transform: none; color: red; text-decoration: underline; cursor: pointer;"&gt;glamour&lt;/span&gt;, com a tradição, com tudo.... nunca mais verei festas &lt;span id="gtbmisp_39" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; font-family: serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; position: static; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: left; text-indent: 0pt; text-transform: none; color: red; text-decoration: underline; cursor: pointer;"&gt;juninas&lt;/span&gt; com a mesma alegria e expectativa de comprar pipoca estourada na velha panela....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/SFlLXwt8eNI/AAAAAAAAH5Y/wxAIWg7eZlc/s1600-h/beijo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/SFlLXwt8eNI/AAAAAAAAH5Y/wxAIWg7eZlc/s320/beijo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213280915244742866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833543171587871469-3876624380641799266?l=omundodabrabu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/feeds/3876624380641799266/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833543171587871469&amp;postID=3876624380641799266&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/3876624380641799266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/3876624380641799266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-cmulo-do-absurdo.html' title='O cúmulo do absurdo,,,'/><author><name>Brabuleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14023167704821889448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/Sblm4fNGWkI/AAAAAAAAPFs/TgUMQpNPCLg/S220/ATgAAACvthkm8flg59RIUVcwsodl1nXpJ2L9l3l6S4vRj3OiuSbl5V_mTg6HASbIrzig-AilVcRgWN6R0s3wrMyFcvBMAJtU9VACM6jK-gSqW6Qef0C1EjDHwARzRQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/SFlLXwt8eNI/AAAAAAAAH5Y/wxAIWg7eZlc/s72-c/beijo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833543171587871469.post-3467663930942355353</id><published>2008-06-17T13:28:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T14:06:48.652-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tô de ferias!!!</title><content type='html'>Que magavilha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chega de juros compostos, desconto por fora e ponto de equilíbrio, agora o negocio é chegar em casa, deitar no sofá e assistir as novelas, todas que me derem tempo, até dormir....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pena que no serviço não vou tirar, mas só de poder ir pra casa de noite já me alivia um bocado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu to falando isso, mas daqui a pouco já fico ouriçada pensando em quando vai voltar as aulas porque vou ficar morrendo de saudades de todo mundo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudando de assunto, outro dia parei pra reparar numa musica, e fiquei boiando numa parte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Noutro plano te devoraria tal Caetano a Leonardo di Caprio... É um milagre" Oxe, como assim????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tudo que Deus criou pensando em você Fez a Via-Láctea, fez os dinossauros" Isso é um elogio???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tô até agora tentando entender o que Djavan quis dizer, mas por mais que eu goste de musica, não entendo o cérebro musical dele....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bom, já que não tenho nada mais pra falar, calarei-me (isso existe?) hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijinhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833543171587871469-3467663930942355353?l=omundodabrabu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/feeds/3467663930942355353/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833543171587871469&amp;postID=3467663930942355353&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/3467663930942355353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/3467663930942355353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/2008/06/t-de-ferias.html' title='Tô de ferias!!!'/><author><name>Brabuleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14023167704821889448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/Sblm4fNGWkI/AAAAAAAAPFs/TgUMQpNPCLg/S220/ATgAAACvthkm8flg59RIUVcwsodl1nXpJ2L9l3l6S4vRj3OiuSbl5V_mTg6HASbIrzig-AilVcRgWN6R0s3wrMyFcvBMAJtU9VACM6jK-gSqW6Qef0C1EjDHwARzRQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833543171587871469.post-5937881098771388268</id><published>2008-06-16T14:22:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T15:57:09.177-03:00</updated><title type='text'>To sem inspiração hoje...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/SFa3K_3HTnI/AAAAAAAAGK0/PRkaoeS8A6s/s1600-h/beijo.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;por mais que o fim de semana tenha sido corrido, não posso colocar aqui tudo o que fiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bom, a mais importante foi ter ido ver o meu mais novo priminho, o Danilo:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212553407673261410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/SFa1tP0d3WI/AAAAAAAAGKc/pJVvTfwTdEk/s320/S5026077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não é lindo??? Nasceu com 4.020kg e 51cm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do saco roxo e orelha peluda, a Dani vai tá lascada com esse menino guloso.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sabe que até me deu vontade de ter um bebe?!!! Ainda bem que assim que tive vontade ele fez coco e a vontade passou hehehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Que tenha muita saude, pois amor ele já tem.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212554086896496930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/SFa2UyH58SI/AAAAAAAAGKk/TXXN0gffQx0/s320/S5026079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cara de cansada é pq já tinha ido num monte de lugar antes... mas o importante é que ele tá uma graça nessa foto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quem disse que sexta feira 13 é dia de azar??? Olha ai a prova do contrario hehehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Se eu me inspirar posto mais.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beijinhos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/SFa3R4E4QFI/AAAAAAAAGK8/60e8h2_xtyM/s1600-h/beijo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212555136466436178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="47" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/SFa3R4E4QFI/AAAAAAAAGK8/60e8h2_xtyM/s320/beijo.JPG" width="51" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/833543171587871469-5937881098771388268?l=omundodabrabu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/feeds/5937881098771388268/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833543171587871469&amp;postID=5937881098771388268&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/5937881098771388268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/5937881098771388268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/2008/06/to-sem-inspirao-hoje.html' title='To sem inspiração hoje...'/><author><name>Brabuleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14023167704821889448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/Sblm4fNGWkI/AAAAAAAAPFs/TgUMQpNPCLg/S220/ATgAAACvthkm8flg59RIUVcwsodl1nXpJ2L9l3l6S4vRj3OiuSbl5V_mTg6HASbIrzig-AilVcRgWN6R0s3wrMyFcvBMAJtU9VACM6jK-gSqW6Qef0C1EjDHwARzRQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/SFa1tP0d3WI/AAAAAAAAGKc/pJVvTfwTdEk/s72-c/S5026077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833543171587871469.post-4972279394004959559</id><published>2008-06-13T16:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T17:09:33.345-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ai que burra!</title><content type='html'>Dá zero pra mim...&lt;br /&gt;Acabo de me lembrar de uma musica que eu adoro e que eu deveria ter postado aqui ontem, pra dar (ui!) uma mão pros namorados sem ideia do que escrever naquele cartão gigantesco que compraram pras namoradas, bom, como eu penso que todos os dias é dia de surpreender, vou colocar a musica aqui, mesmo atrasada... quem sabe não a usam pra outra ocasião?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Monalisa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jorge Vercilo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;É incrível &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nada desvia o destino&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje tudo faz sentido&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E ainda há tanto a aprender&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E a vida tão generosa comigo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Veio de amigo a amigo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me apresentar a você&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paralisa com seu olhar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monalisa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seu quase rir ilumina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo ao redor minha vida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ai de mim, me conduza&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Junto a você ou me usa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pro seu prazer, me fascina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deusa com ar de menina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não se prenda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A sentimentos antigos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo que se foi vivido&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me preparou pra você&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não se ofenda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com meus amores de antes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todos tornaram-se ponte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pra que eu chegasse a você&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paralisa com seu olhar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monalisa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seu quase rir ilumina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo ao redor, minha vida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ai de mim, me conduza&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Junto a você ou me usa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pro seu prazer, me fascina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deusa com ar de menina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paralisa com seu olhar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monalisa...."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Link pro vídeo: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=wORaXKec48w"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=wORaXKec48w&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria ter um marido que cantasse uma musica assim pra mim, que nem o Jorge Vercilo fez pra mulher dele.... seria o máximo hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Porém meu príncipe encantado vem à cavalo manco da pata quebrada... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijinhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/SFLTwrtOztI/AAAAAAAAGKM/VfwY-nXkpnk/s1600-h/beijo.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/SFLT2wRvkfI/AAAAAAAAGKU/KYMiVCKbpI0/s1600-h/beijo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211460656446804466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/SFLT2wRvkfI/AAAAAAAAGKU/KYMiVCKbpI0/s320/beijo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/SFLTwrtOztI/AAAAAAAAGKM/VfwY-nXkpnk/s1600-h/beijo.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/SFLTwrtOztI/AAAAAAAAGKM/VfwY-nXkpnk/s1600-h/beijo.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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/833543171587871469-4972279394004959559?l=omundodabrabu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/feeds/4972279394004959559/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833543171587871469&amp;postID=4972279394004959559&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/SFLT2wRvkfI/AAAAAAAAGKU/KYMiVCKbpI0/s72-c/beijo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833543171587871469.post-6206795602880049323</id><published>2008-06-12T17:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T17:40:27.465-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Engraçado...</title><content type='html'>como exigimos tantas coisas sem fazer nada pra merece-las&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem um cantor muito famoso, que adoro, sou fã e louca por ele (quem me conhece sabe quem é) que canta uma musica assim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you wanna make the world a better place&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at yourself, and then make a change"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que é mais ou menos isso:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Se você quer fazer do mundo um lugar melhor,&lt;br /&gt;Olhe para si mesmo, e então faça uma mudança."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não, só esperamos isso dos outros, do governo, do professor.&lt;br /&gt;Falo isso não me isentando de culpa, afinal eu também olho pro meu umbigo e vejo tudo o que faço de errado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes por um problema meu deixo de ser gentil com alguém que não tem nada com isso, e quando passo por alguém que não me cumprimenta acho um absurdo.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje parei pra pensar sobre isso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engraçado como passamos tanto tempo olhando os defeitos dos outros, enquanto poderíamos estar tentando corrigir os NOSSOS erros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se todos nós ao invés de apontar os erros dos outros, olhássemos as qualidades, com certeza o mundo seria melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai hoje decidi que por mais que meu dia esteja péssimo, manterei meu sorriso (não que ele seja grande coisa), mas com certeza existirá alguém tendo um dia pior que o meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beijinhos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/SFGI3_UH3LI/AAAAAAAAGKE/QPyZ6AxVx0A/s1600-h/beijo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211096739314392242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/SFGI3_UH3LI/AAAAAAAAGKE/QPyZ6AxVx0A/s320/beijo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833543171587871469-6206795602880049323?l=omundodabrabu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/feeds/6206795602880049323/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833543171587871469&amp;postID=6206795602880049323&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833543171587871469.post-676409261653332202</id><published>2008-06-12T11:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T12:59:15.321-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Dia dos Namorados!</title><content type='html'>Hoje é o dia de deixar possíveis magoas e ressentimentos de lado, e expressar seu amor a pessoa que está ao seu lado, não por obrigação como um parente, mas por prazer e vontade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afinal, parente a gente não escolhe, mas namorados sim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esse é meu primeiro dia dos namorados em que passo solteira, pra quem não sabe, namorei durante 5 anos, e posso dizer que não está tão difícil, difícil foi ontem ver o jogo do meu Coringa, com um meio de campo perdido e uma zaga avulsa, com um ataque que não sabe o que é finalização, mas não vou falar de futebol hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Voltando ao assunto, namorar é bom, desde que você saiba que namoro não é casamento e que existem intimidades que não se deve ter durante esse período, e não estou falando de sexo Ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Usar o banheiro de porta aberta, deixar a calcinha pendurada no banheiro, escovar os dentes na frente do outro, soltar aquela bufa ou aquele arroto, são coisas que nem depois de casar devem acontecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando isso acontece é porque o respeito se foi, e o respeito vem antes do amor pra quem quer formar uma base solida num relacionamento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A coisa mais importante que aprendi namorando é respeitar o espaço do outro e não deixar que o outro tire sua liberdade, a partir do momento que você tem que ligar pra avisar que acordou, tomou café, escovou os dentes, assistiu TV, falou com sua mãe e todo o seu dia, esqueça... isso não vai muito longe, podem até se casar mas um dia perceberão a caga** que fizeram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que o amor ande lado a lado com a amizade, nem mais nem menos....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bom é isso... qualquer coisa posto mais depois do almoço...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijinhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/SFE8iB0mxYI/AAAAAAAAGJ8/s0txVMvkK2A/s1600-h/beijo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211012799146673538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/SFE8iB0mxYI/AAAAAAAAGJ8/s0txVMvkK2A/s320/beijo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833543171587871469-676409261653332202?l=omundodabrabu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/feeds/676409261653332202/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833543171587871469&amp;postID=676409261653332202&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/676409261653332202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/676409261653332202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/2008/06/feliz-dia-dos-namorados.html' title='Feliz Dia dos Namorados!'/><author><name>Brabuleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14023167704821889448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/Sblm4fNGWkI/AAAAAAAAPFs/TgUMQpNPCLg/S220/ATgAAACvthkm8flg59RIUVcwsodl1nXpJ2L9l3l6S4vRj3OiuSbl5V_mTg6HASbIrzig-AilVcRgWN6R0s3wrMyFcvBMAJtU9VACM6jK-gSqW6Qef0C1EjDHwARzRQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/SFE8iB0mxYI/AAAAAAAAGJ8/s0txVMvkK2A/s72-c/beijo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833543171587871469.post-6516951752869088862</id><published>2008-06-11T13:12:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T16:41:01.977-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Nada do que foi será&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;De novo do jeito que já foi um dia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo passa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo sempre passará"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até Ferro Passa; Uva Passa.... com a vida não poderia ser diferente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensando assim, muitas pessoas sentam e assistem a vida passando, e assim vivem, se isso pode ser chamado de vida, esperando a morte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero que quando chegue a minha vez de partir, eu tenha que cantar Epitáfio com lágrimas nos olhos, pensando no que vivi e no que deixei de viver.&lt;br /&gt;Quero olhar pro alto e dizer: Tava na hora mesmo, vivi tanta coisa que não tinha mais nada pra eu fazer aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém fica pra semente, ninguém leva nada daqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em casa meu vô vive brigando comigo pra eu não por o pé no sofá, pra eu desligar a TV... eu já avisei pra ele: - Não se preocupe, no seu enterro eu coloco tudo isso dentro do caixão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele perde tanto tempo brigando comigo, enquanto poderíamos dar risada juntos de um filme bacana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém leva nada daqui... mas deixa muita coisa... e eu num tô falando de coisa material, tô falando de algo muito mais importante, todas as pessoas que passam por nossas vidas, nunca se vão por inteiro, sempre deixam um pedaço delas com a gente, e sempre levam um pedaço nosso com elas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Maior Herança que deixamos aqui são as lembranças que terão de nós, e devemos viver pensando no tipo de lembrança que nós queremos que tenham da nossa pessoa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presentes que demos se acabam, bilhetes que escrevemos se apagam.... mas tente apagar um sorriso, uma saudade, ou até mesmo uma magoa do coração.... não há errorex no mundo que consiga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/SE_8hklO5hI/AAAAAAAAGJs/fRNVnts2_lM/s1600-h/beijo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210660947576677906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/SE_8hklO5hI/AAAAAAAAGJs/fRNVnts2_lM/s320/beijo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Em tempo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/SE_8u-RuwBI/AAAAAAAAGJ0/Y4pOpbXkObc/s1600-h/corinthians.gif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210661177812500498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/SE_8u-RuwBI/AAAAAAAAGJ0/Y4pOpbXkObc/s320/corinthians.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833543171587871469-6516951752869088862?l=omundodabrabu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/feeds/6516951752869088862/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833543171587871469&amp;postID=6516951752869088862&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/6516951752869088862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/6516951752869088862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-tempo.html' title='O Tempo'/><author><name>Brabuleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14023167704821889448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/Sblm4fNGWkI/AAAAAAAAPFs/TgUMQpNPCLg/S220/ATgAAACvthkm8flg59RIUVcwsodl1nXpJ2L9l3l6S4vRj3OiuSbl5V_mTg6HASbIrzig-AilVcRgWN6R0s3wrMyFcvBMAJtU9VACM6jK-gSqW6Qef0C1EjDHwARzRQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/SE_8hklO5hI/AAAAAAAAGJs/fRNVnts2_lM/s72-c/beijo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833543171587871469.post-1576252963960696336</id><published>2008-06-10T13:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T14:39:34.317-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Honestidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Quinta perdi meu celular, perdi não, esqueci em cima da banca de churros, ai o que eu fiz... liguei pro meu celular e a moça da banca atendeu, me disse que ele tava lá...que ela tinha guardado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sai correndo pra buscar ele óbvio... cheguei lá, agradeci, expliquei o que tinha acontecido, peguei meu celular e fui pra casa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meu pai me liga e eu conto a historia pra ele, ai ele tem o "cabimento" de me perguntar: Você deu um troco pra ela?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu respondi na lata: - Claro que não, ela não fez mais que a obrigação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ele brigou comigo claro... mas me pergunto, porque deveria pagar pra ter de volta algo que é meu??? Afinal, se eu encontrar algo devolverei sem pedir nada em troca, porque simplesmente NÃO É MEU, eu aprendi isso... será que os pais não têm tempo mais pra ensinar aos filhos pra não pegarem o que é dos outros?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poxa, seria justo cobrar de alguém pra devolver algo que pelo qual ela já pagou um valor.... ou as vezes nem pagou, ganhou de presente, algo que torna esse objeto mais valioso ainda...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estranho isso, as pessoas só fazem as coisas esperando algo em troca.... eu não sou assim, não consigo ser.... ajudo pelo prazer de ver a outra pessoa feliz.... será que sou desse mundo???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As vezes me sinto uma alienígena, quando digo certas coisas e as pessoas me olham tipo: "O que essa maluca tá falando?"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;é pecado ser honesto? tá tudo tão invertido assim?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prefiro continuar com minha honestidade, mesmo que pra alguns eu esteja fazendo papel de boba, por que assim consigo dormir com a consciência tranquila...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se bem que pessoas que acham que ser honesto é perda de tempo, nem consciência devem ter mais né?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijinhos &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/SE68K_NkLeI/AAAAAAAAGJE/gGC3svEOheM/s1600-h/beijo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210308715867287010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/SE68K_NkLeI/AAAAAAAAGJE/gGC3svEOheM/s320/beijo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833543171587871469-1576252963960696336?l=omundodabrabu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/feeds/1576252963960696336/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833543171587871469&amp;postID=1576252963960696336&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/1576252963960696336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/1576252963960696336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/2008/06/ser-ou-ter.html' title='A Honestidade'/><author><name>Brabuleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14023167704821889448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/Sblm4fNGWkI/AAAAAAAAPFs/TgUMQpNPCLg/S220/ATgAAACvthkm8flg59RIUVcwsodl1nXpJ2L9l3l6S4vRj3OiuSbl5V_mTg6HASbIrzig-AilVcRgWN6R0s3wrMyFcvBMAJtU9VACM6jK-gSqW6Qef0C1EjDHwARzRQ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/SE68K_NkLeI/AAAAAAAAGJE/gGC3svEOheM/s72-c/beijo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-833543171587871469.post-8585024838134895044</id><published>2008-06-10T12:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T12:06:33.080-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Agora o meu...</title><content type='html'>...nesse aqui falarei de mim, e de coisas que fazem parte de mim....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/833543171587871469-8585024838134895044?l=omundodabrabu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/feeds/8585024838134895044/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=833543171587871469&amp;postID=8585024838134895044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/8585024838134895044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/833543171587871469/posts/default/8585024838134895044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omundodabrabu.blogspot.com/2008/06/agora-o-meu.html' title='Agora o meu...'/><author><name>Brabuleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14023167704821889448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kbJC4m9hbLk/Sblm4fNGWkI/AAAAAAAAPFs/TgUMQpNPCLg/S220/ATgAAACvthkm8flg59RIUVcwsodl1nXpJ2L9l3l6S4vRj3OiuSbl5V_mTg6HASbIrzig-AilVcRgWN6R0s3wrMyFcvBMAJtU9VACM6jK-gSqW6Qef0C1EjDHwARzRQ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
