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Sexta-feira 13..vamos começar com o terror?&lt;br /&gt;
ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;
Hoje vou começar a arrumar meu quarto, rasgar alguns desenhos, jogar fora papeis, queimar algumas coisas..hoje to afim mesmo de me livrar de muita coisa.&lt;br /&gt;
Arrumar guarda-roupa, bolsa e outras coisas que estou pra arrumar faz um tempãaoo...pois bem, vamos começar com isso...logo mais vejo o que posso fazer&lt;br /&gt;
MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;
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Até que eu senti saudades dessa vida semi corrida com poucos espaços vagos no meu dia.&lt;br /&gt;
Pelo menos assim, consigo me distrair bastante e o importante...estudar*&lt;br /&gt;
haha&lt;br /&gt;
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Tentando não decair com o blog u.u&lt;br /&gt;
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Bom dia, boa tarde e boa noite.&lt;br /&gt;
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Esse fim de ano foi tão corrido que nem consegui fazer retrospectiva de 2011..mas nem precisei também, muita coisa deixarei no armário, o importante é viver o agora, e digo mais, cada surpresa que tive nesse final de ano que fiquei abismada, pessoas que eu achei que nuunca fosse ver na vida cruzaram meu caminho no meu momento mais&amp;nbsp;descontraído, e foi tudo muito engraçado...realmente, tudo acontece na hora &amp;nbsp;certa!&lt;br /&gt;
Mas chega de falar do passado, agora a vida é em 2012 e Deus está nos dando mais um dia pra fazer valer a pena (sim, este ano é&amp;nbsp;bissexto! ) então lá vai as promessas:&lt;br /&gt;
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- Trocar a água do meu peixe de 15 em 15 dias [ ele é um beta e pra quem nao sabe, esses danados sobrevivem na mesma água por 15]&lt;br /&gt;
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- Arrumar meu quarto toda sexta-feira [não é promessa, virou dever já --']&lt;br /&gt;
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- Estudar mais.&lt;br /&gt;
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- Deixar o guarda-roupas arrumadinho.&lt;br /&gt;
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- Usar meu óculos [ando precisando mesmo dessa ferramenta]&lt;br /&gt;
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- Não guardar mágoas [esse item mt difícil de cumprir, mas vou tentar]&lt;br /&gt;
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- Dormir melhor (y) [é o que pretendo fazer jaja]&lt;br /&gt;
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- Me aproximar mais da minha irmã, principalmente agora nessa fase de transformações.&lt;br /&gt;
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- Ajudar meu pai mais no trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;
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- Passear com os cachorros.&lt;br /&gt;
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- Voltar para as caminhadas diárias.&lt;br /&gt;
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- Emagrecer (y) [ to pondo fé este ano]&lt;br /&gt;
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- Deixar de contar mentirar...ou contar menos.. haha&lt;br /&gt;
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- Reencontrar as pessoas que deixei de ver.&lt;br /&gt;
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- Reatar amizades que deixei pra trás por bobeira.&lt;br /&gt;
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- Fazer boas ações sempre que possível.&lt;br /&gt;
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- Viver o AGORA...porque viver de passado não dá kkkk&lt;br /&gt;
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Deus do céu, que diabos de nostalgia é essa que me agarrou pelos pés neste natal...quantos momentos trágicos...&lt;br /&gt;
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E eu que acreditava que o natal demoraria pra chegar..olha ele aqui.&lt;br /&gt;
Pessoal, vocês que ainda tem o &lt;strike&gt;des&lt;/strike&gt;gosto de me acompanhar nessa longa jornada de blog que muda daqui, muda de lá, e está sempre mudando, e sempre parado, e as vezes volta a ativa por algum tempo, mas logo para de novo...enfim, chega de enrolação, desejo a todos vocês um feliz natal e boas festas, que neste natal não peçam coisas materiais para o bom velhinho, que tal pedir um pouco mais de amor, paz, saúde, felicidade e outros tantos que pra gente costuma faltar e nós nem percebemos ?!&lt;br /&gt;
Então. boas festas e feliz natal *_* ( porque no ano novo vou postar tbm kk)&lt;br /&gt;
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Beijo pessoas lindas&lt;br /&gt;
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Bom dia, boa tarde e boa noite&lt;br /&gt;
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Pessoas contentes, vamos passar por um período de reformas muito interessante já para estarmos bem bacaninhas para o ano novo.&lt;br /&gt;
Então... talvez só no fim da semana que vem eu retorne&lt;br /&gt;
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Hoje quando voltei do trabalho, entrei no pc para ver as novidades dos blogs, e eis que me deparei com o blog &lt;a href="http://bloguinhodaspatricinhas.blogspot.com/"&gt;I Simply&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; de uma querida amiga minha.&lt;br /&gt;
Assim, meio como quem não quer nada, passei os olhos rapidamente pelo blog e em alguns post's e logo passei a lembrar da primeira vez que o vi. Rosa, cheio de pop's stars , bonecas. slides, cheia de sonhos de uma menina querendo mudar o mundo [ o próprio mundinho], e vire e mexe a mocinha passava no meu blog dando uma comentadinha kkk, eu passava por lá e via as moças que a minha pequena idolatrava, as músicas que ela ouvia e as fotos que tirava e de vez em rara eu comentava...até que um dia, fiz um blog novo e lá postei "Gosto de envelopes laranjas" e me surpreendi ao receber o comentário dessa moça, falando mil maravilhas do meu post e dizendo que iria fazer igual no blog dela porque havia gostado muito. E não é que ela fez? Que gracinha eu pensei, desde então passei a frequentar mais o blog dela, e assim, meio que do nada, passamos a ser mais amigas, não de blog, mas de vida real. Ai como era bom isso viu?!&lt;br /&gt;
Ai trocamos msn's, e vire e mexe estávamos lá conversando e trocando experiências, e hoje me dei conta de como essa menina cresceu! Eu lá lendo o blog da Patriny e de repente o post do amor dela , que gracinha, fiquei tão feliz de ver que te ver com alguém que te faz feliz! Estou feliz porque a minha pequena cresceu, e agora se preocupa com os problemas do mundo real. Agora ela estuda bastante e cultiva seus desejos.&lt;br /&gt;
Oh minha pequena que saudades enormees eu tenho de você! Minha pequena grande menina *-*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072950989315805271-5114850686261861643?l=dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5114850686261861643/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072950989315805271&amp;postID=5114850686261861643&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072950989315805271/posts/default/5114850686261861643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072950989315805271/posts/default/5114850686261861643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/dedicada.html' title='#DEDICADA#'/><author><name>Andressa Pereira</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104298687582217623038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-DHl_K96Rv1g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABHI/tNQVBgU_QdQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072950989315805271.post-2545554289782460184</id><published>2011-12-07T17:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T17:44:48.533-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marilyn Monroe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anjo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabo'/><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 19px;"&gt;"Tenho pecados, mas não sou o diabo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Sou boa, mas não um anjo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;(Marilyn Monroe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YHTeJBul_gs/TsQ3sYrIo4I/AAAAAAAAAtk/57oC54ist4Q/s1600/marilyn-monroe_0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072950989315805271-2545554289782460184?l=dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2545554289782460184/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072950989315805271&amp;postID=2545554289782460184&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072950989315805271/posts/default/2545554289782460184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072950989315805271/posts/default/2545554289782460184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post_07.html' title='-'/><author><name>Andressa Pereira</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104298687582217623038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-DHl_K96Rv1g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABHI/tNQVBgU_QdQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YHTeJBul_gs/TsQ3sYrIo4I/AAAAAAAAAtk/57oC54ist4Q/s72-c/marilyn-monroe_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072950989315805271.post-3763049404555139122</id><published>2011-12-07T11:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T11:59:15.268-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escolhas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='detonautas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mal'/><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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E uma voz no meu ouvido direito insistia em me fazer seguir em frente&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto a voz do outro ouvido me orientava a ser mais resistente&lt;/div&gt;
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É a dúvida entre o que é realmente bom e o que é realmente ruim&lt;br /&gt;Porque o certo pra você pode não fazer o mesmo efeito em mim&lt;br /&gt;E se tratando de habitantes do mesmo planeta isso pode ser fatal&lt;br /&gt;É a escolha entre seguir com o bem sem saber direito o que é o mal ♫&lt;/div&gt;
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"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #434343; color: #f5f3ee; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 20px; line-height: 34px;"&gt;Toda a sua "bondade" não passava de um mero investimento."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072950989315805271-716212765075712123?l=dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/716212765075712123/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072950989315805271&amp;postID=716212765075712123&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072950989315805271/posts/default/716212765075712123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072950989315805271/posts/default/716212765075712123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com/2011/12/tenho-horrores-gente-egoista.html' title='Tenho horrores a gente EGOÍSTA'/><author><name>Andressa Pereira</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104298687582217623038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-DHl_K96Rv1g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABHI/tNQVBgU_QdQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072950989315805271.post-5366217788875209529</id><published>2011-12-05T04:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T04:46:51.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vou retornar a ligação</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
Quando você realmente precisa, nenhum fdp retorna a droga da ligação --'&lt;br /&gt;
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Destino é quando Deus te dá aquele empurrãozinho lhe apontando o caminho certo.&lt;br /&gt;
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Livre arbítrio é quando você passa a escrever por si só a sua história a partir de um empurrão.&lt;/div&gt;
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Não me querem mas precisam de mim, então eu fico.&lt;div&gt;
Quando me querem mas não precisam de mim, então eu vou embora"&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;img height="300" src="http://imagens.kboing.com.br/papeldeparede/10638rosto.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072950989315805271-5846181029990349136?l=dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5846181029990349136/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072950989315805271&amp;postID=5846181029990349136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072950989315805271/posts/default/5846181029990349136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072950989315805271/posts/default/5846181029990349136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com/2011/11/hoje-eu-sou-colorida.html' title='Hoje eu sou colorida!'/><author><name>Andressa Pereira</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104298687582217623038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-DHl_K96Rv1g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABHI/tNQVBgU_QdQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072950989315805271.post-7169171153313516100</id><published>2011-11-23T09:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T09:21:48.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;Mas quando penso em alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Só enquanto eu respirar, vou me lembrar de você, só enquanto eu RESPIRAR!&lt;br /&gt;
sz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072950989315805271-4911707088939376908?l=dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4911707088939376908/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072950989315805271&amp;postID=4911707088939376908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072950989315805271/posts/default/4911707088939376908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072950989315805271/posts/default/4911707088939376908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com/2011/11/so.html' title='Só'/><author><name>Andressa Pereira</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104298687582217623038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-DHl_K96Rv1g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABHI/tNQVBgU_QdQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072950989315805271.post-8002257146907186433</id><published>2011-11-10T09:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T09:25:37.623-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='som'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mudar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wilson Sideral'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='céu'/><title type='text'>Traga o som...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
o sol, o mar...e a vontade de mudar (8)&lt;br /&gt;
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Queridos pai e mãe.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hoje me peguei lembrando de um tempo que éramos felizes e que nada nos preocupava...na verdade, preocupava a vocês, porque eu na minha inocência de criança não tinha consciência de tudo. Lembrei das vezes em que eu ficava brava com vocês e escrevia cartas dizendo que se vocês não me quisessem como filha, eu iria embora, arrumaria um emprego e viveria numa casa pequena que desse para o meu tamanho(na época eu pensava em morar numa caixa de papelão), eu sempre deixava a carta embaixo da porta do quarto de vocês e quando era de manhã, o pai vinha me repreender dizendo exatamente assim "Você acha que trabalhar é fácil? Se quiser ir embora vai ter que suar muito ainda!". Eu sempre ficava ainda mais emburrada, enquanto isso, a mãe vinha e me abraçava, achando graça tamanha bobeira que eu escrevia a carta.&lt;br /&gt;
Hoje eu vejo o quanto eu amadureci e o quanto eu me pareço com vocês, coisa que eu achei que não aconteceria. Eu aprendi muita coisa, mas ainda estou num caminho difícil e quero ser guiada por vocês por todo o sempre, até o dia que o sol deixar de existir.&lt;br /&gt;
Eu não costumo dizer muito isso a vocês, porque...ah, vocês sempre acham que eu estou querendo alguma coisa...mas eu amo vocês!&lt;br /&gt;
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Com amor....da sua filha fujona kk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072950989315805271-1371962441301590444?l=dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1371962441301590444/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072950989315805271&amp;postID=1371962441301590444&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072950989315805271/posts/default/1371962441301590444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072950989315805271/posts/default/1371962441301590444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com/2011/11/3_10.html' title='#3'/><author><name>Andressa Pereira</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104298687582217623038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-DHl_K96Rv1g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABHI/tNQVBgU_QdQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072950989315805271.post-3872646402982007491</id><published>2011-11-10T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T09:12:11.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
Queridos pai e mãe.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hoje me peguei lembrando de um tempo que éramos felizes e que nada nos preocupava...na verdade, preocupava a vocês, porque eu na minha inocência de criança não tinha consciência de tudo. Lembrei das vezes em que eu ficava brava com vocês e escrevia cartas dizendo que se vocês não me quisessem como filha, eu iria embora, arrumaria um emprego e viveria numa casa pequena que desse para o meu tamanho(na época eu pensava em morar numa caixa de papelão), eu sempre deixava a carta embaixo da porta do quarto de vocês e quando era de manhã, o pai vinha me repreender dizendo exatamente assim "Você acha que trabalhar é fácil? Se quiser ir embora vai ter que suar muito ainda!". Eu sempre ficava ainda mais emburrada, enquanto isso, a mãe vinha e me abraçava, achando graça tamanha bobeira que eu escrevia a carta.&lt;br /&gt;
Hoje eu vejo o quanto eu amadureci e o quanto eu me pareço com vocês, coisa que eu achei que não aconteceria. Eu aprendi muita coisa, mas ainda estou num caminho difícil e quero ser guiada por vocês por todo o sempre, até o dia que o sol deixar de existir.&lt;br /&gt;
Eu não costumo dizer muito isso a vocês, porque...ah, vocês sempre acham que eu estou querendo alguma coisa...mas eu amo vocês!&lt;br /&gt;
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Com amor....da sua filha fujona kk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072950989315805271-3872646402982007491?l=dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3872646402982007491/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072950989315805271&amp;postID=3872646402982007491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072950989315805271/posts/default/3872646402982007491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072950989315805271/posts/default/3872646402982007491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com/2011/11/3.html' title='#3'/><author><name>Andressa Pereira</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104298687582217623038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-DHl_K96Rv1g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABHI/tNQVBgU_QdQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072950989315805271.post-3232627343209750891</id><published>2011-11-09T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T18:56:02.884-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elevador'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aprender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escada'/><title type='text'>2 coisas que aprendemos no elevador</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
1 - Enquanto você está no elevador, alguém que realmente precisa se utilizar dele, tem que esperar por mais tempo.&lt;br /&gt;
2 - ...escadas ajudam a exercitar ''-"&lt;br /&gt;
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"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;não se deve expor&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: whitesmoke; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;em vitrine ... é muita gente olhando e sempre tem uma&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: whitesmoke; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;desgraçada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: whitesmoke; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;pra tacar uma pedra."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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e dor...são substâncias amargas que o coração libera e... só.&lt;br /&gt;
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Talvez se fosse começar como uma carta mesmo, eu deveria fazer isso da maneira tradicional, com data e local. Mas como você é minha melhor amiga, sei que não preciso disso...até porque, nem você mesma se importa com esse tipo de coisa.&lt;/div&gt;
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Você está sempre muito presente na minha vida, desde a minha infância, até os dias de hoje, e eu gostaria&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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muito que sua presença me acompanhasse até os meus últimos suspiros&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;A vida não faria muito sentido se eu não tivesse você, já que é você que me põe os melhores sorrisos, limpas minhas lágrimas, me dá um colo confortável quando preciso. Adoro ficar com você sempre, até mesmo quando você está naqueles dias, sei que não é por inteira culpa.&lt;/div&gt;
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Quando eu realmente crescer e amadurecer, quero ser como você..&lt;/div&gt;
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Querida mamãe, você é e sempre será a minha melhor amiga. Por mais que eu me sinta decepcionada com você as vezes, eu sei que tudo é feito em meu bem.&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu te amo!&lt;/div&gt;
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Andei pensando em fazer fotografia...o que acha dessa foto que tirei do meu dedo?&lt;br /&gt;
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Logo penso, posso voltar pra cama?&lt;br /&gt;
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Se eu respiro, é porque estou pensando em você!&lt;div&gt;
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A vida é a coisa mais estranha do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;
Primeiro você vê o mar, as cores vibrantes, tudo colorido, e de repente uma mancha preta aparece bem em cima do amarelo....ai passa o tempo, você fica desconcertado com aquilo, já se sente morto, faz drama, não consegue parar de pensar na mancha....ai, quando você toma a frente da situação, pega o pincel, faz curvas pra cá, curvas pra lá, e transforma aquela mancha no amarelo em um lindo girassol!&lt;br /&gt;
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As vezes sinto meu intestino se misturar com meu pâncreas e fígado '-'&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Sei lá,&lt;br /&gt;Se o que me deu foi dado&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá,&lt;br /&gt;Se o que me deu já é meu&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá,&lt;br /&gt;Se o que me deu foi dado ou se é seu ♪♫♪♫♪♫♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Vou começar a carregar um caderninho comigo, ai escrevo nele, e depois quando eu chegar aqui, não vai me dar branco, e ai eu posto alguma coisa sobre o que eu pensei durante o dia e assim por diante formiguinhas. ahauhsauha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Uma coisa estranha aconteceu neste momento. Eu estava prestes a tirar o PeNSAMeNTOs do ar, agorinha mesmo, mas um parafuso caiu de lugar algum, bem aqui do lado do meu pé, e eu nem tenho nada de parafuso aqui...acho que foi um sinal.&lt;div&gt;
Salvo querido, foi salvo&lt;/div&gt;
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As vezes tenho vontade de sumir, mas não consigo.&lt;br /&gt;
Aquela voz do interior do nosso corpo sempre me pedi para não ir.&lt;br /&gt;
Partir é uma coisa difícil de fazer e não é algo que eu queira.&lt;br /&gt;
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As vezes o coração bate de pressa, sinal de que alguma coisa está por vir&lt;br /&gt;
Ai me falta a respiração, sinto uma leve tontura e logo me vejo pendurada em algum lugar, prestes a cair.&lt;br /&gt;
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Algumas coisas são tão difíceis.&lt;br /&gt;
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A frieza das pessoas pessoas me incomoda as vezes....talvez ser fria, seja uma coisa que eu deveria ter aprendido a ser quando criança...&lt;br /&gt;
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Eu sei que as vezes é difícil acreditar em alguém que nos diz a verdade....mas a minha cabeça as vezes fica tão rodeada de pensamentos tão negativos, que chega a ser quase impossível voltar a trás...deve ser por isso que sempre acreditei que o perdão é algo divino...coisa de gente forte!&lt;br /&gt;
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As vezes quero deitar na cama e esquecer que um dia existi....mas não posso, até porque, já existo.&lt;br /&gt;
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"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Não há de ser nada, pois sei que a madrugada acaba, quando a lua se põe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;A estrela que eu escolhi não cumpriu com o que eu pedi&lt;br /&gt;e hoje não a encontrei&lt;br /&gt;Pois caiu no mar, e se apagou&lt;br /&gt;Se souber nadar, faça-me o favor&lt;br /&gt;O milagre que esperei nunca me aconteceu&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe só você&lt;br /&gt;Pra trazer o que já é meu"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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PS: Olhe ao centro da imagem.&lt;/div&gt;
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Estou mudando.&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu queria alguém pra conversar agora, mas...parece que foi todo mundo embora&lt;br /&gt;
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"Eu vou estar com você...pra sempre"&lt;br /&gt;
Ohh meu caro, sinto muito, o PRA SEMPRE &amp;nbsp;NUNCA NÃO EXISTE!&lt;br /&gt;
Você também se foi!&lt;br /&gt;
Você disse que ficaria aqui!&lt;br /&gt;
Você não está mais!&lt;br /&gt;
Não vai mais voltar!&lt;br /&gt;
Você jurou ser eterno...&lt;br /&gt;
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Quando uma criança se machuca, ela chora, mas com o tempo o machucado cicatriza...&lt;br /&gt;
Talvez eu seja como uma criança...me machuquei agora, mas o tempo vai curar...o tempo vai curar e só a cicatriz vai ficar, e quando isso acontecer...&lt;br /&gt;
ahh&lt;br /&gt;
que se foda _|_&lt;br /&gt;
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"Pessoas falsas são como baratas. Não tenho medo, tenho NOJO!"&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lgfcwo9Pwk1qd7tlqo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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"Na verdade 'nada' é uma palavra esperando tradução"&lt;br /&gt;
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"Nas adversidades é que descobrimos o quão forte nós somos."&lt;br /&gt;
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"Como menina-teimosa que sou, ainda insisto em desentortar os caminhos. Em construir castelos sem pensar nos ventos. Em buscar verdades enquanto elas tentam fugir de mim. A manter meu buquê de sorrisos no rosto, sem perder a vontade de antes."&lt;br /&gt;
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(Caio Fernando Abreu)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Ainda temos os nossos problemas, nossos momentos de alegria e de tristeza, a saudade e também uma coisa muito importante, esta chamamos de LEMBRANÇA.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Foi difícil não ter ela aqui. Minha mãe sofreu muito, mas depois se conformou, de maneira que, quando sentia saudades só pensava que a vovó tinha ido viajar. Isso levou muito tempo para mim.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-psnnjrdueT4/TXoWAWBdJmI/AAAAAAAABEg/GHgrgrR8sYQ/s1600/velhinha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-psnnjrdueT4/TXoWAWBdJmI/AAAAAAAABEg/GHgrgrR8sYQ/s200/velhinha.jpg" width="168" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Minha vida mudou muito, as coisas que aconteceram...eu sempre queria poder estar com ela, abraça-la em um momento de angústia, em um momento de alegria, dizer a ela coisas novas que aprendi. Depois de tudo, eu quis mudar também, comecei a caminhar de manhã e voltei a ser feliz sem lembrar-me dela com tristeza, quando certo dia eu caminhava e de longe, avistei um corpo conhecido, no começo demorei para entender, mas quando reconheci, corri com a força que ainda restava. Era ela, eu tinha certeza que era ela.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Coloquei a mão em seu ombro e disse em alto som:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;- Vó!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Ela olhou para trás e sorriu gentilmente:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;- Posso ajudar?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;- Ahh...desculpe, acho que te confundi.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Chorei.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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25 de agosto de 2009&lt;br /&gt;
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Aconteceu numa terça-feira. Voltei da escola cansada quando a empregada me surpreendeu com as notícias.&lt;br /&gt;
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- Porque não veio antes?&lt;br /&gt;
- Era pra vir antes?&lt;br /&gt;
- Sim, ninguém te contou o que aconteceu?&lt;br /&gt;
- Não..- disse sentindo que a próxima frase dela não seria das boas.&lt;br /&gt;
- Bom, eu liguei na sua escola, pedi pra eles te avisarem...sua avó morreu...&lt;br /&gt;
Choque.&lt;br /&gt;
Silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;
- Onde está minha mãe?&lt;br /&gt;
- Foi ao hospital para a retirada do corpo.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fui para meu quarto e deitei um pouco. Senti uma certa tontura horrível, imaginei que deitada poderia entender melhor...adormeci.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-psnnjrdueT4/TXoWAWBdJmI/AAAAAAAABEg/GHgrgrR8sYQ/s1600/velhinha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-psnnjrdueT4/TXoWAWBdJmI/AAAAAAAABEg/GHgrgrR8sYQ/s1600/velhinha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fui ao velório super simples, nem pentear o cabelo senti vontade, virei várias salas até encontrar a de minha avó. Era estranho olhá-la deitada, ainda que morta, parecia viva. Ahh como eu queria pode tocá-la e despertá-la daquele sono profundo. Chorei. Em alguns momentos me perdi nos pensamentos da vida, talvez seja essa a&amp;nbsp;sensação quando estamos de frente com a morte, a diferença é que vemos a nossa vida, neste caso eu a vi várias vezes em&amp;nbsp;relapsos de memória.&lt;br /&gt;
Chorei.&lt;br /&gt;
Uma mão tocou meu ombro:&lt;br /&gt;
- É difícil, eu sei, mas foi melhor pra ela.&lt;br /&gt;
Estava tão difícil de dizer qualquer coisa que apenas acenei com a cabeça e continuei mergulhada.&lt;br /&gt;
Não tardou e o restante da família chegou. Parece que quanto mais pessoas ficam ao redor do falecido, mais sentimos vontade de chorar, porque é nessa hora que agente nota o quanto ela foi especial, não só pra mim, mas pros reunidos.&lt;br /&gt;
Abracei minhas primas afim de compartilhar dores que sentíamos, este talvez tenha sido a melhor coisa a fazer.&lt;br /&gt;
A noite começou a ficar fria, e nós envolta dela, contávamos histórias que a envolvia, dávamos risadas e por vezes chorávamos arrependidos de não ter dado tanto amor como queríamos.&lt;br /&gt;
Andei de um lado para o outro, sentei na cadeira e adormeci por breves segundos. Esta pareceu a noite mais longa da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;
De manhã, o enterro, eu não queria deixa-la ir, mas também não poderia segurá-la. Ao fim do enterro, palmas foram dadas a grande mulher, mãe de todos!&lt;br /&gt;
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Quando eu estudava na 6° série, eu tinha uma amiga que as vezes me falava coisas sábias. Umas coisas estranhas que eu nunca tinha dado muito valor, porque naquela época não fazia muito sentido, por isso eu nunca havia dado muito atenção para as coisas que ela me dizia.&lt;br /&gt;
Certa vez eu a vi triste, isolada num canto qualquer da escola, e quando me aproximei dela, notei que estava chorando. Eu a perguntei porque estava daquele jeito e ainda mais, perguntei se havia algo que eu pudesse fazer. Ela com lágrimas nos olhos respondeu, de maneira que, ao mesmo tempo que as lágrimas rolavam, um brilho diferente anunciava uma passagem de fase:&lt;br /&gt;
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- &lt;i&gt;Experimente por pregos em uma árvore! Depois disso, tire um por um e repare o estrago que fez nela.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Você notará que, nada do que você faça, fará aqueles buracos desaparecerem, nem mesmo que o tempo passe, os buracos jamais vão desaparecer...o nosso coração é a mesma coisa. Cada vez que alguém nos machuca, é como se este, estivesse pondo um prego no seu coração. Mesmo que este se arrependa profundamente, e tudo fiquei bem, o buraco feito com o prego jamais desaparecerá, igualmente na árvore. Por isso temos de ter cuidado quando estamos com alguém, porque sem perceber, as vezes colocamos pregos em seu coração, e quando notamos, fizemos coisas que são quase que irreparáveis.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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A partir daquele dia, sempre imaginei que cada ferida que eu fazia no coração de alguém era irreparável.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072950989315805271-5902932978479761401?l=dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5902932978479761401/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072950989315805271&amp;postID=5902932978479761401&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072950989315805271/posts/default/5902932978479761401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072950989315805271/posts/default/5902932978479761401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com/2011/05/arvore.html' title='Árvore'/><author><name>Andressa Pereira</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104298687582217623038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-DHl_K96Rv1g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABHI/tNQVBgU_QdQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kyQZyAcJDLA/TaOD4To3PsI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Z5Q_j9fpjaQ/s72-c/arvores-com-galhos-retorcidos-30c97.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072950989315805271.post-1395550667311889062</id><published>2011-04-28T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T19:01:01.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As Meias de minha Avó - 4° Capítulo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
A última vez em que esteve no hospital [dessa me lembro bem], fazia muito frio. Foi na época de seu aniversário, 6 de agosto. Minha mãe comprou alguns par de meias bem quentinhas para esquentar os pézinhos de minha avó.&lt;br /&gt;
Eram meias lindas, toda feita de lã, com bolinhas antderrapante na sola, todas coloridas. O médico dizia sempre "Olha Dona Isaura, suas meias estão fazendo sucesso aqui na UTI, está todo mundo querendo saber onde foi que a Senhora as comprou." E ria depois. Minha avó adora os comentários, toda enfermeira que entrava na sala comenta sobre.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-psnnjrdueT4/TXoWAWBdJmI/AAAAAAAABEg/GHgrgrR8sYQ/s1600/velhinha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-psnnjrdueT4/TXoWAWBdJmI/AAAAAAAABEg/GHgrgrR8sYQ/s1600/velhinha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ela gostava de morangos. Dias antes de seu falecimento, pediu morangos e água de coco .&lt;br /&gt;
Estava inchada quando a vi pela última vez. Antes de chegar ao quarto, pude a ver ao longe pela janela de vidro, senti meus olhos encherem de lágrimas, faltou-me o ar. Tive que me retirar e logo voltei. Ao vê-la, abri um grande sorriso e disse : "Vó, sabe o que é um ponto vermelho na árvore?" , ela sorriu e disse "Um morangotrango! Troque a piada, já faz quase um mês que a repete", e era verdade, todas as vezes que a vi, contava sempre a mesma piada, fingia não saber a resposta, só dessa vez ela respondeu.&lt;br /&gt;
Dei um beijo em sua testa e disse "Te vejo na próxima visita a noite ta?"&lt;br /&gt;
Fui embora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072950989315805271-1395550667311889062?l=dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1395550667311889062/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072950989315805271&amp;postID=1395550667311889062&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072950989315805271/posts/default/1395550667311889062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072950989315805271/posts/default/1395550667311889062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com/2011/04/as-meias-de-minha-avo-4-capitulo.html' title='As Meias de minha Avó - 4° Capítulo'/><author><name>Andressa Pereira</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104298687582217623038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-DHl_K96Rv1g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABHI/tNQVBgU_QdQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-psnnjrdueT4/TXoWAWBdJmI/AAAAAAAABEg/GHgrgrR8sYQ/s72-c/velhinha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072950989315805271.post-837563686758301424</id><published>2011-03-30T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T13:24:03.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog novo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Bom dia, boa tarde ou boa noite&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Salve galera bonita õ/&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Estou a comunicar que meu novo blog entra no ar hoje, exatamente agora. Tenho alguns detalhes para ajustar ainda, mas eles serão feitos no decorrer da vida do mesmo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Chama-se &lt;a href="http://secretofeminino.blogspot.com/"&gt;Segredo Feminino&lt;/a&gt;, este tem a intenção de revelar certos sinais nossos que damos aos homens sobre o que fazer ou não, só que a percepção masculina é tão atrasada que me senti na obrigação de revelar certas coisas que dizemos escancaradamente e eles simplesmente ignoram nossos gritos. Enfim.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Quem quiser, dá uma passada lá, as meninas que quiserem podem também mandar seus segredos em forma de comentário e eu farei postes de acordo com o que lhes for pedido.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Flws povo, conto com a ajuda de vocês&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;=*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072950989315805271-837563686758301424?l=dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/837563686758301424/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072950989315805271&amp;postID=837563686758301424&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072950989315805271/posts/default/837563686758301424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072950989315805271/posts/default/837563686758301424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-novo.html' title='Blog novo.'/><author><name>Andressa Pereira</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104298687582217623038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-DHl_K96Rv1g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABHI/tNQVBgU_QdQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072950989315805271.post-8076072987766755868</id><published>2011-03-24T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T17:56:43.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As meias de minha avó - 3° Capítulo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
Sentava-se &amp;nbsp;na varanda de minha antiga casa para fumar, isso quando vinha do Paraná e passava algum tempo aqui.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-psnnjrdueT4/TXoWAWBdJmI/AAAAAAAABEg/GHgrgrR8sYQ/s1600/velhinha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-psnnjrdueT4/TXoWAWBdJmI/AAAAAAAABEg/GHgrgrR8sYQ/s1600/velhinha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Com o tempo, a começou a enfraquecer, e algumas vezes necessitou ir ao hospital. Foi pedido a ela que deixasse o vício, mas sempre, de uma maneira ou outra, víamos com aquele pedaço de veneno em seus dedos.&lt;br /&gt;
Depois de algum tempo, as visitas ao hospital tornaram-se cada vez mais frequente, então mudou-se para São Paulo afim de cortar certos&amp;nbsp;transtornos.&lt;br /&gt;
Eu nunca pensei que um dia ela tivesse mesmo de ficar lá por algum tempo, foi nesse mesmo tempo que eu quiz ficar com ela. Ela passou cerca de um mês internada, minha mãe dormia sempre com ela, e eu ia de tarde e ficava até que minha mãe pudesse chegar. Me lembro de que as vezes ela me pedia para aumentar o soro, afim de fazê-lo acabar logo. Suas veias estavam marcadas pelas picadas de injeção.&lt;br /&gt;
Sua última noite no hospital, foi comigo, dormi ao seu lado, e na manhã seguinte pode ir para casa comigo.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072950989315805271-8076072987766755868?l=dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8076072987766755868/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072950989315805271&amp;postID=8076072987766755868&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072950989315805271/posts/default/8076072987766755868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072950989315805271/posts/default/8076072987766755868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com/2011/03/as-meias-de-minha-avo-3-capitulo.html' title='As meias de minha avó - 3° Capítulo'/><author><name>Andressa Pereira</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104298687582217623038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-DHl_K96Rv1g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABHI/tNQVBgU_QdQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-psnnjrdueT4/TXoWAWBdJmI/AAAAAAAABEg/GHgrgrR8sYQ/s72-c/velhinha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072950989315805271.post-351849986387401088</id><published>2011-03-11T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T04:31:35.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As Meias de minha Avó - 2° Capítulo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
Lembro de uma casa verde onde ela morou. Era feita de madeira com poucos&amp;nbsp;cômodos, mas me lembro mesmo de que ela tinha um horrível banheiro que ficava do lado de fora, não&amp;nbsp;necessariamente&amp;nbsp;lá fora, mas precisávamos sair de casa para entrar nele. É engraçado imaginar que todos os banheiros da minha avó eram sempre terríveis.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-psnnjrdueT4/TXoWAWBdJmI/AAAAAAAABEg/GHgrgrR8sYQ/s1600/velhinha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-psnnjrdueT4/TXoWAWBdJmI/AAAAAAAABEg/GHgrgrR8sYQ/s1600/velhinha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quando eu viajava para a casa de minha avó, deparava-me em sua cozinha com um pão feito por ela mesma e um delicioso café, que estranhamente eu só tomava o dela (talvez porque era feito com um toque de amor). Depois eu e minhas primas corríamos em volta de sua casa e quase sempre voltávamos com os joelhos ralados por cair em cima de suas precisas flores.&lt;br /&gt;
Costumava nos dar (nós, crianças) alguns centavos para ir ao bar da esquina e comprar doce. Ela dizia que aqueles centavos eram a recompensa por sermos crianças tão bondosas com ela e por sempre a ajudar nos afazeres de casa.&lt;br /&gt;
É uma boa pessoa. Embora sendo avó, sempre me trazia o conforto como se fosse minha mãe, isso era algo que eu sempre admirei nela, poder estar nos braços de alguém que não é minha mãe e sentir como se fosse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072950989315805271-351849986387401088?l=dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/351849986387401088/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072950989315805271&amp;postID=351849986387401088&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072950989315805271/posts/default/351849986387401088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072950989315805271/posts/default/351849986387401088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com/2011/03/as-meias-de-minha-avo-2-capitulo.html' title='As Meias de minha Avó - 2° Capítulo'/><author><name>Andressa Pereira</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104298687582217623038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-DHl_K96Rv1g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABHI/tNQVBgU_QdQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-psnnjrdueT4/TXoWAWBdJmI/AAAAAAAABEg/GHgrgrR8sYQ/s72-c/velhinha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072950989315805271.post-4397452390850136240</id><published>2011-02-19T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T18:49:24.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As meias de minha avó - 1° Capítulo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
Minha mãe sempre comprava meias no inverno para a minha avó, o problema é que minha mãe comprava sempre as mais coloridas e cheias de desenhos, enquanto minha avó preferia as mais apagadas ao invés das "carnavalescas". Diante disso, quase sempre ganhava da minha avó pelo menos 1 par de meias bem quentinha e coloridinha, minha mãe as vezes brigava comigo, dizia que eu deveria deixar com a minha avó, mas perante as palavras da mesma, mamãe deixa de dar bronca e aceitava a decisão.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://vitoralbertoklein.files.wordpress.com/2010/08/velhinha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://vitoralbertoklein.files.wordpress.com/2010/08/velhinha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vovó sempre fora uma daquelas pessoas de modos antigos e super econômica, experimenta sair e deixar a luz do banheiro acesa pra você ver o xingo que você leva! Dona da melhor culinária e das melhores conversas sobre os ensinamentos da vida. Essa é a minha avó.&lt;br /&gt;
Embora nunca tivesse tido nenhum tipo de doença que carregasse durante seus anos de vida, vovó fumava como uma doida. Houve ocasiões em que foi forçada a &amp;nbsp;largar o fumo, como nas vezes em que foi internada por conta do vício.&lt;br /&gt;
Bastava dizer "Estou indo para a sua casa" para vê-la feliz sem esforço.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sábado começo a postar um conto que fiz para minha avó, espero que gostem.&lt;br /&gt;
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Obs. Sexta comento nos blogs, desculpem meu sumiço.&lt;br /&gt;
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beijos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072950989315805271-8363830505304955231?l=dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8363830505304955231/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072950989315805271&amp;postID=8363830505304955231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072950989315805271/posts/default/8363830505304955231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072950989315805271/posts/default/8363830505304955231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com/2011/02/as-meias-de-minha-avo.html' title='As meias de minha avó!'/><author><name>Andressa Pereira</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104298687582217623038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-DHl_K96Rv1g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABHI/tNQVBgU_QdQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072950989315805271.post-7758509680365643469</id><published>2011-02-13T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T18:38:34.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu prometo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Eu prometo controle.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Eu prometo não tentar alcançar com minhas pernas a velocidade que o meu coração pode atingir, porque se não, talvez eu&amp;nbsp;exploda.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Eu prometo contar toda raiva que existe dentro do meu peito em uma parte que eu não utilize do corpo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Eu prometo fingir que nada está acontecendo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Eu prometo que se fingir não der certo, então vou fugir, porque se meu fingimento só não bastar de que adiantará ficar aqui parada?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Eu prometo sorrir o máximo que eu posso, mesmo quando sorrir não for a minha vontade.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Eu prometo não derrubar mais nenhuma lágrima diante de qualquer ser humano que exista na terra, senão para a mesma que chora.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Eu prometo guardar toda a felicidade no coração, pra que assim eu possa deixa-la no lugar do ódio.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Eu prometo não me machucar mais, mesmo que a dor no peito seja quase insuportável.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3xL-zp-ZMBs/SzdSq9Bjw0I/AAAAAAAABXM/4SmmdSiBzOs/s1600/Promessa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="306" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3xL-zp-ZMBs/SzdSq9Bjw0I/AAAAAAAABXM/4SmmdSiBzOs/s320/Promessa.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu prometo não me abandonar nem por 1 segundo sequer, porque se eu me deixar, ninguém poderá ficar ao meu lado.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Eu prometo cumprir com estas promessas e caso eu não as cumpra...então colocarei-me a chorar debaixo da maior árvore do mundo e vou escrever meus fracassos como ser humano lá com um canivete, como nos filmes de cinema.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072950989315805271-7758509680365643469?l=dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7758509680365643469/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072950989315805271&amp;postID=7758509680365643469&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072950989315805271/posts/default/7758509680365643469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072950989315805271/posts/default/7758509680365643469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com/2011/02/eu-prometo.html' title='Eu prometo'/><author><name>Andressa Pereira</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104298687582217623038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-DHl_K96Rv1g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABHI/tNQVBgU_QdQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3xL-zp-ZMBs/SzdSq9Bjw0I/AAAAAAAABXM/4SmmdSiBzOs/s72-c/Promessa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072950989315805271.post-9170058813284703235</id><published>2011-02-05T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T09:04:38.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meio...sei lá</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
Eu só queria poder expor meus sentimentos de forma livre, mas ainda sinto como se fosse de certa maneira impedida.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_leqdwx23UD1qbzppzo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_leqdwx23UD1qbzppzo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Queria que o dia tivesse mais cor hoje, parece meio apagado como nos domingos.&lt;br /&gt;
Odeio domingo.&lt;br /&gt;
Amargo. É o gosto que passa pelo meu corpo de vez em quando. É como se alguém sempre me desse uma injeção com uma substância amarga, capaz de fazer as vistas ficarem nubladas conforme a chuva cai dos olhos e o rosto fica meio avermelhado de forma que esqueta e faz o dia todo parecer estranho numa mistura súbita de calor e frio.&lt;br /&gt;
Mas o que importa tudo isso não é? O Sol ainda está brilhando.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;E eu estou morrendo aos poucos, e não posso me mover, porque qualquer movimento impulsivo pode me matar mais rápido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072950989315805271-9170058813284703235?l=dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/9170058813284703235/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072950989315805271&amp;postID=9170058813284703235&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072950989315805271/posts/default/9170058813284703235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072950989315805271/posts/default/9170058813284703235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com/2011/02/meiosei-la.html' title='Meio...sei lá'/><author><name>Andressa Pereira</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104298687582217623038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-DHl_K96Rv1g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABHI/tNQVBgU_QdQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072950989315805271.post-5639030499219311746</id><published>2011-01-31T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T09:50:31.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ônibus? o.O</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
Sai de casa estes dias pra ir na facu resolver umas coisas, mas como ainda não me foi permitida a direção, tive de encarar o&amp;nbsp;ônibus.&lt;br /&gt;
Meu pai me deixou no ponto próximo da facu [não tão próximo, se não eu ia de a pé], mas aquele ponto fica numa curva e eu não enxergo bem de longe, então fiquei a mercê das pessoas que também estavam naquele local para ver se elas que devia ser mais espertas que eu, sinalizavam e quando o buzão parasse eu conseguisse enxergar a merda da placa.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://novacharges.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/marmitad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://novacharges.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/marmitad.jpg" width="262" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andar de ônibus não é ruim, &amp;nbsp;ruim é quando o motorista é um cavalo e em cada curva que ele faz é você caido em algum lugar, isso fora quando está aquele calor maldito e o bendito do buzão lotado, só com excesso de gente suando! Aquele fedo de&amp;nbsp;sovaco&amp;nbsp;que parece que nunca passa empreguina no seu nariz e quando desce do nadado você nota que o odor grudou foi em você!&lt;br /&gt;
Mas uma coisa que eu não gosto muito não é o suor das pessoas, o problema é quando elas espirram. Sabe quando está frio e de repente alguém espirra e você consegue ver aquele...aquela...aquilo saindo do nariz e da boca da pessoa? Não é bem catarro, é como se fosse uma "águinha", enfim, e ai fica aquele cheiro de espirro,&amp;nbsp;ah, isso é horrível, mas não tão horrível quando ainda lotado, alguém que está "esbarrando" em você começa a soltar aqueles peidos bem&amp;nbsp;fedido&amp;nbsp;[fedido&amp;nbsp;mesmo, do tipo que alcança o buzão inteiro.&lt;br /&gt;
É...é tenso.&lt;br /&gt;
Ouvi meu irmão de 7 anos dizer : "Quando eu for grande, só vou querer andar de ônibus!" .... Coitado --'&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072950989315805271-5639030499219311746?l=dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5639030499219311746/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072950989315805271&amp;postID=5639030499219311746&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072950989315805271/posts/default/5639030499219311746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072950989315805271/posts/default/5639030499219311746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com/2011/01/onibus-oo.html' title='Ônibus? o.O'/><author><name>Andressa Pereira</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104298687582217623038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-DHl_K96Rv1g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABHI/tNQVBgU_QdQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072950989315805271.post-5430299646036430450</id><published>2011-01-28T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T18:03:08.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Precisa-se de uma amiga!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Salve pessoas da blogosfera!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Andei meia só nestes últimos tempos, e notei que estou precisando de alguma amiga.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Sempre fui uma pessoa meio fechada sabe? Nunca abri muito espaço para as pessoas se aproximarem e só agora eu sei como é ruim não ter dado a liberdade para as pessoas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;O fato é que eu preciso de uma amiga, do gênero feminino mesmo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Quero uma amiga que converse comigo, não precisa ser presente no dia a dia, mas que possa conversar comigo sobre tudo. Que possamos rir juntas. Que possamos chorar juntas. Que possamos dividir os segredos mais misterioso. Que me diga uma palavra amiga quando eu estiver triste. Que eu possa fazer rir quase sempre. Que tenhamos a liberdade para nos expressar uma com a outra e dizer sempre o que pensamos, afinal, uma amiga tem que saber tudo o que a outra pensa, sendo assim, tem de haver sempre &amp;nbsp;uma afinidade.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hQ5N6u55lU/S7y8i3kQFSI/AAAAAAAAABQ/0tYdLVt4lu0/s1600/OgAAABhtMPAcBEgLN9T60RqeKN3gOYZ3Mc0Ud30Jrkf6o3ybzoYNWX_UTK1FZW3lsT75-myiE3LF6PJ-m2QCbMb7W_IAm1T1UCVHfVu1wJOpVQMbtCU_JrSn9WJO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hQ5N6u55lU/S7y8i3kQFSI/AAAAAAAAABQ/0tYdLVt4lu0/s320/OgAAABhtMPAcBEgLN9T60RqeKN3gOYZ3Mc0Ud30Jrkf6o3ybzoYNWX_UTK1FZW3lsT75-myiE3LF6PJ-m2QCbMb7W_IAm1T1UCVHfVu1wJOpVQMbtCU_JrSn9WJO.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Preciso de uma amiga pra chamar de minha amiga. Não precisamos nos conhecer pessoalmente, mas mentalmente devemos saber uma sobre a outra.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Se alguém que lê essa budega estiver interessada em ser minha amiga, post's seu email no comentário e logo dou retorno :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', helvetica, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Precisa-se de um amigo que diga que vale a pena viver, não porque a vida é bela, mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', helvetica, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;porque já se tem um amigo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', helvetica, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Precisa-se de um amigo para se parar de chorar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Para não se viver debruçado no passado em busca de memórias perdidas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;Que nos bata nos ombros sorrindo ou chorando, mas que nos chame de amigo,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;para ter-se a consciência de que ainda se vive."&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072950989315805271-5430299646036430450?l=dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5430299646036430450/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072950989315805271&amp;postID=5430299646036430450&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072950989315805271/posts/default/5430299646036430450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072950989315805271/posts/default/5430299646036430450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com/2011/01/precisa-se-de-uma-amiga.html' title='Precisa-se de uma amiga!'/><author><name>Andressa Pereira</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104298687582217623038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-DHl_K96Rv1g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABHI/tNQVBgU_QdQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-hQ5N6u55lU/S7y8i3kQFSI/AAAAAAAAABQ/0tYdLVt4lu0/s72-c/OgAAABhtMPAcBEgLN9T60RqeKN3gOYZ3Mc0Ud30Jrkf6o3ybzoYNWX_UTK1FZW3lsT75-myiE3LF6PJ-m2QCbMb7W_IAm1T1UCVHfVu1wJOpVQMbtCU_JrSn9WJO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072950989315805271.post-3968637641013661017</id><published>2011-01-26T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T06:59:55.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem tesão para post's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
De acordo com a minha&amp;nbsp;freqüência nos blog's alheios, notei que muitas pessoas "abandonam" seus queridos blogs por falta de tesão para novas criações, preguiça, ou simplesmente porque&amp;nbsp;não tem tempo para novos post's, e o mais legal disso é que todo mundo que passa por isso sempre diz a mesma coisa "Estou numa fase difícil com as postagens".&lt;br /&gt;
É meus bons leitores, acho que todos passamos pelo menos, principalmente eu, algumas das minhas fiéis seguidoras não me deixaram mesmo quando já fazia cerca de 3 meses sem uma postagem nova [ E fico muito feliz de saber que ainda me acompanham]!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSiDgq35yes8E6JQWIASyrg1fBILF4_kt-90drdMf7_ykvAlsjx&amp;amp;t=1" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSiDgq35yes8E6JQWIASyrg1fBILF4_kt-90drdMf7_ykvAlsjx&amp;amp;t=1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Está certo que se a criatividade não vem, você não vai querer postar qualquer coisa certo? E se você não quer postar qualquer coisa, então você não posta certo? E se você não postar você faz o que? Entra em depressão porque "abandonou" seu blog! Não, não, não é nada disso --'&lt;br /&gt;
Tô estragando tudo neh? u.u&lt;br /&gt;
Depois dessa vou até pra minha cama :S [ brinks]&lt;br /&gt;
Ah, enfim, eu queria só mandar um salve pra galera que não tem postado utimamente &amp;nbsp;e que tem se sentido meio " estranho" &amp;nbsp;por passar horas na frente do pc com uma idéia legal e não escrever nada porque no final, você se perde nas palavras tentando dizer aquilo o que você pensou e criou enquanto esperava mais 5 minutos na cama e não sabe como deixar bem descrita a sua idéia.&lt;br /&gt;
Galera, não desanimem&lt;br /&gt;
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P.S.: Alguém aqui gosta do PC Siqueira? Meu namorado desenhista fez uma caricatura do PC, se vocês&amp;nbsp;quiserem&amp;nbsp;confere lá que fico muito show -&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://robsonleal.blogspot.com/"&gt;Robson Leal&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/4072950989315805271-3968637641013661017?l=dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3968637641013661017/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072950989315805271&amp;postID=3968637641013661017&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072950989315805271/posts/default/3968637641013661017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072950989315805271/posts/default/3968637641013661017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com/2011/01/sem-tesao-para-posts.html' title='Sem tesão para post&apos;s'/><author><name>Andressa Pereira</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104298687582217623038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-DHl_K96Rv1g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABHI/tNQVBgU_QdQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072950989315805271.post-2898572051930146299</id><published>2011-01-22T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T07:11:51.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tédio...no trabalho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
Atualmente estou trabalhando com o meu pai, lá onde eu fico é meio estranho porque não há quase nada para se fazer e o mais difícil lá é se manter acordado.&lt;br /&gt;
Acontece que hoje não foi um dos melhores dias, sabe quando você é acordado a força? Digo, não por preguiça, mas tem vezes que é melhor ficar na cama.&lt;br /&gt;
Fui pro trabalho e &amp;nbsp;foi bem....chato. Estive com uma sensação estranha, sabe quando você sente que há um poço de água sem fundo dentro do seu peito? E que não importa o quanto você grite ou se sacuda, você cada vez mais afunda e se afoga, e por um acaso nunca há ninguém pra te resgatar senão a própria pessoa que o fez entrar lá...&lt;br /&gt;
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Joguei água no rosto, era só uma bobagem.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;E ai você se afoga, porque ninguém veio te resgatar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072950989315805271-2898572051930146299?l=dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2898572051930146299/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072950989315805271&amp;postID=2898572051930146299&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072950989315805271/posts/default/2898572051930146299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072950989315805271/posts/default/2898572051930146299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com/2011/01/tediono-trabalho.html' title='Tédio...no trabalho'/><author><name>Andressa Pereira</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104298687582217623038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-DHl_K96Rv1g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABHI/tNQVBgU_QdQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072950989315805271.post-942030239721659437</id><published>2011-01-20T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T19:02:48.214-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Selos'/><title type='text'>Selo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
Salve Galera, ganhei uns selinhos da minha querida Tânia do blog "&lt;a href="http://fofocast.blogspot.com/"&gt;No Silêncio do Teu Olhar&lt;/a&gt;", &amp;nbsp;dá um pulo lá no blog que as histórias dela são fodas [malz aê a palavra.]&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Regra:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Citar 3 coisas fofas da infância:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Cavar buraco na casa da minha avó com a colher novinha dela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Aprender a amarrar o tênis no pé de um urso de pelúcia que ganhei da minha mãe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Comer pão de queijo assistindo "James e o Pêssego Gigante".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Regra: Responder a pergunta "O que é mágico para você?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Mágico de verdade é o beija-flor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Regra: Dizer 7 coisas sobre mim:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;Odeio a cor amarela.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Gosto de envelopes laranjas.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Prefiro gatos ao invés de cachorros.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Adoro começo de aula, mas ao chegar na metade do ano começo a faltar que nem doida.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;O Beija-flor é a coisa que mais me encanta.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Odeio regras de selos --'.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;3 é meu número da sorte.&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;E agora as indicações:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;1- &lt;a href="http://babihxavier.blogspot.com/"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Babih Xavier&lt;/a&gt; [ que por sinal andou sumida]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;2- &lt;a href="http://entremagiaerealidade.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lua&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;3- &lt;a href="http://miacts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Miact's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;4- &lt;a href="http://blogdeumagarotaadolescente.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tainã&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&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/4072950989315805271-942030239721659437?l=dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/942030239721659437/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072950989315805271&amp;postID=942030239721659437&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072950989315805271/posts/default/942030239721659437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072950989315805271/posts/default/942030239721659437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com/2011/01/selo.html' title='Selo!'/><author><name>Andressa Pereira</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104298687582217623038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-DHl_K96Rv1g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABHI/tNQVBgU_QdQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XraDm56SXR0/TTW4S6fwsAI/AAAAAAAABDg/Ajxk_79xQR8/s72-c/que+blog+fofo%2521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072950989315805271.post-5664067893925122077</id><published>2011-01-17T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T19:16:13.005-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='18'/><title type='text'>Você cresce depois dos 18?</title><content type='html'>Cresce nada. O juízo é o que lhe falta!&lt;div&gt;
Meu pai diz que agente só cresce de verdade depois que leva porrada [Claro que no bom sentido.].&lt;/div&gt;
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Uma amiga me perguntou o que muda quando fazemos 18 e a minha resposta foi esta:&lt;/div&gt;
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"Basicamente nada, além de que qualquer cagada que eu fizer agora posso ser presa numa boa.".&lt;/div&gt;
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Minha mãe adora lembrar dessa parte em que eu vou presa. ahushauhsa.&lt;/div&gt;
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Já perceberam que a maioria dos babacas&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; saem por ai se vangloriando por atravessarem a barreira entre a adolescência e o "quase adulto", porque venhamos e convenhamos, no fundo do fundo, nada muda, certo?&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.vivaexperiencias.net/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/18-anos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.vivaexperiencias.net/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/18-anos.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Você que já tem seus 18 ou que já passou por eles sabe muito bem que os benefícios de ser de maioridade são:&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;1- Não precisar de autorização dos pais.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;2- Entrar em lugares "proibidos".&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;3- Não sentir&amp;nbsp;remorso [se é que sentem] ao assistir um filme pornô.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;4- Dirigir.&lt;/div&gt;
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Esqueci-me de algum? Acho que é mais ou menos tudo básico. Vou deixar os malefícios para que vocês mesmos descubram, afinal, não é todo dia que se passa por certas situações.&lt;/div&gt;
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Creio que, você meu caro leitor(a) saiba que quando você disse aos seus pais "Eu posso sim, já sou de maior", eles dirão "É de maior sim, mas enquanto morar na minha casa, eu ainda mando em você".&lt;/div&gt;
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Nem adianta ter 18 neh? '-'&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Babacas: Garotos(a) mimados que fingem serem responsáveis quando na verdade estão esperando os pais virarem as costas para sair por ai se achando com o carro do papai ou com um celular xinguilingue alegando que pagou aquela fortuna do original, enfim, os babacas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Semana que vem trago um post legal de verdade ta?&lt;/div&gt;
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ashahusa&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Mas como também sou um destes, colocarei aqui minhas promessas atrazadas que eu nem sequer lembre-me delas, afinal, as coisas das quais prometemos ficam no esquecimento e tudo o que acontece durante o ano fica como experimento. Mas chega logo dessa ladainha e lá se vai, porque estou com presa :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;1- Parar de beber refrigerante.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;2- Arrumar meu quarto pelo menos 2 vezes na semana [essa eu to necessitada hen.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;3- Não faltar nas aulas da facu nem do curso, já que esse ano vai ser bem longo néh :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;4- Deixar de pensar mais em mim e dedicar-me mais as pessoas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;5- Relacionar-me melhor com a minha irmã.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;6- Não cortar o cabelo, além das pontas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;7- Driblar os problemas&amp;nbsp;freqüentes&amp;nbsp;de trabalho.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;8- Dar mais chance aqueles que erraram comigo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;9- Julgar menos as pessoas ao meu redor pelo que elas fazem ou deixam de fazer, afinal, cada um tem uma razão para seu ato.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;10- Despregar-me do computador e voltar a viver.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;11- E por fim, mas não menos importante, eu prometo que quando errar, pedirei desculpas, quando errarem, eu desculparei, quando as coisas não derem certo, não volto mais pra cama chorando, vou continuar a trabalhar em cima das coisas que me fazem bem. Terei mais tempo com a família para mostrar-lhes o quanto os amo, continuar meu romance com o Robson Leal [*-*], e tratar de postar nessa budega, porque sem mim vocês não vive :X brinks&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Volto logo!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072950989315805271-1466158988236421320?l=dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1466158988236421320/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072950989315805271&amp;postID=1466158988236421320&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072950989315805271/posts/default/1466158988236421320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072950989315805271/posts/default/1466158988236421320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com/2011/01/promessas-2011.html' title='Promessas 2011'/><author><name>Andressa Pereira</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104298687582217623038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-DHl_K96Rv1g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABHI/tNQVBgU_QdQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072950989315805271.post-4098711513215873467</id><published>2010-12-23T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T10:14:02.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fim de ano!</title><content type='html'>Salve Salve!&lt;br /&gt;
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Bom, depois de quase um ano sem postagens ou novidades, venho aqui desejar-lhes um bom fim de ano, afinal, é nesta data que você se fod* [com todo respeito].&lt;br /&gt;
Você vai lá viajar no sonho de que tudo é maravilha. Claro, e como não poderia ser se você já arrumou as malas, pegou seu chapéu, seu óculos de sol, as chaves do carro e já está saindo da cidade? Isso, até você ver o trânsito que vai encarar!!&lt;br /&gt;
Tudo bem, o que são alguns pouuucooss km de trânsito lento comparado com a emoção da viagem? Nada!&lt;br /&gt;
Ok, já passou por isso? Agora vamos até seus parentes que moram em algum outro lugar e você irá passar o natal com eles. Você chega lá todo cansando e vem toda aquela galera querendo saber as novidades, é aquele abraço daqui, beijo de lá e assim vai, até você ficar com os braços moles e a boca murcha. Depois de terem conversado, começam as preparações de festas. Você passa pela cozinha e eles quase te matam se você não começar a ajudar a colocar a maçã na boca do porco [isso acontece em algumas famílias '-' ].&lt;br /&gt;
Prontoo, agora deu tudo certo, já passou pelo trânsito, enfrentou as novidades familiares, ajudou na cozinha e finalmente chega a hora de se arrumar para a festa õ/! Mass.... o que vestir?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.icicom.up.pt/blog/muitaletra/arquivos/pai%20natal.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.icicom.up.pt/blog/muitaletra/arquivos/pai%20natal.bmp" width="249" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;É meus caros leitores, a roupa é algo que mata você, principalmente se o espelho quiser te zuar! Aí você se fod* pra achar alguma coisa que te caia legal, que não te engorde ou que te deixe com a cara de uma pessoa de 10 anos mais velha que você. Passado pelo dilema da roupa, arrume seu cabelo! Se você é homem, tudo bem, fica fácil essa parte, passa um gelzinho e tudo legal, mas se você é mulher, prepare-se, porque lá se vai algumas horas da sua vida fazendo escova e chapinha, isso sem falar de que seu cabelo pode querer te sacanear também! As vezes ele fica volumoso e não abaixa nem com a peste! Se você passar por tudo isso e ainda sobreviver, parabéns! Prepare-se melhor para o próximo ano! xD&lt;br /&gt;
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Valeu galera por mais um ano aqui, todos presentes, e o pessoal que nunca abandona esse blog, mesmo que eu não os visite frequentemente. Vlw também aos novos seguidores do Pensamentos, logo eu vou ter um tempo e me dedicar mais ao blog e seguir vocês também.&lt;br /&gt;
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Gente, embora este ano tenha sido muito turbulento aconteceram muitas coisas e mesmo que a maioria não tenha sido tão agradável eu estou levando como experiência para os próximos anos da minha vida. Espero que vocês tenham um bom natal e um próspero ano novo. Que sejamos muito felizes em 2011, porque em 2012 o mundo acaba o.O hahahahaha Brinks :X&lt;br /&gt;
Obrigada por todo apoio que vocês tem dado! Até ano que vem galera ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072950989315805271-4098711513215873467?l=dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4098711513215873467/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072950989315805271&amp;postID=4098711513215873467&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072950989315805271/posts/default/4098711513215873467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072950989315805271/posts/default/4098711513215873467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com/2010/12/fim-de-ano.html' title='Fim de ano!'/><author><name>Andressa Pereira</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104298687582217623038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-DHl_K96Rv1g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABHI/tNQVBgU_QdQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072950989315805271.post-7129136610212502544</id><published>2010-12-03T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T19:18:30.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3° ano - Colaço - Capítulo1° - final</title><content type='html'>Aos meus caros colegas de classe.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;De todo esse tempo que passamos juntos, eu espero que nada seja perdido. Que todas as nossas lembranças fiquem marcadas em um cantinho especial de vosso coração.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Que todas as pessoas que conviveram conosco sejam lembradas, mesmo com o passar do tempo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Sei que dói toda essa despedida, mas não é porque a vida nos pede para seguir em frente que vamos nos separar, que tal um telefonema? Um rolê quem sabe? Que tal um recado? Quem sabe até um bilhete ou uma mensagem? Quem sabe lá na frente nós possamos nos reencontrar para bater um papo e relembrar os nossos velhos tempos?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Que todos estes nossos momentos de alegria e tristeza que foram compartilhados durante estes longos anos de convivência possam se repetir fora da escola também! Não vá embora meu amigo, fique mais um pouco.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Desejo a vocês uma boa sorte nesse caminho desvairado que seguiremos ainda meio que sem rumo. Desejo que Deus ilumine vossos passos. Desejo tudo de bom, porque todos nós merecemos! Desejo também que não façam nenhuma BURRADA porque agora vocês terão 18 e já poderão ser presos &amp;nbsp;sahushauhsuahhsa!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Obrigada por tudo galera! Obrigada pelos sorrisos, pela amizade, pelas conversas, pelas palhaçadas, pelas bagunças, pelas guerras, pelas&amp;nbsp;puxadas&amp;nbsp;de orelha, pelas broncas bem intencionadas, pelas cantorias, pelos passeios, pelo ensinamento. Obrigada por fazerem parte da minha vida!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;"Olha pra mim. Na vida vão surgir muitos obstáculos, as pessoas vão tentar te derrubar, mas você vai vencê-los com muita força e fé. A vida vai te passar rasteiras, mas não se esqueça nunca que quem está no chão levanta! E você vai se levantar com muita garra todas as vezes que te jogarem no chão. Boa sorte e conte comigo!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072950989315805271-4003464768573976802?l=dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4003464768573976802/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072950989315805271&amp;postID=4003464768573976802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072950989315805271/posts/default/4003464768573976802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072950989315805271/posts/default/4003464768573976802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com/2010/10/temporariamente-fora-do-ar.html' title='Temporariamente fora do ar'/><author><name>Andressa Pereira</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104298687582217623038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-DHl_K96Rv1g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABHI/tNQVBgU_QdQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNDoVuiwFGI/TMR8mXpDMvI/AAAAAAAAA_s/_9eEV0zzA7o/s72-c/107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072950989315805271.post-7421390296896164651</id><published>2010-10-15T08:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T08:41:16.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 anos.</title><content type='html'>Só pra relatar que estamos velhos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072950989315805271-7421390296896164651?l=dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7421390296896164651/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072950989315805271&amp;postID=7421390296896164651&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072950989315805271/posts/default/7421390296896164651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072950989315805271/posts/default/7421390296896164651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com/2010/10/3-anos.html' title='3 anos.'/><author><name>Andressa Pereira</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104298687582217623038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-DHl_K96Rv1g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABHI/tNQVBgU_QdQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072950989315805271.post-7841201365800301401</id><published>2010-10-09T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T10:04:28.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Digite a palavras para confirmar eu comentário"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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Tai uma coisa que me dá ódio as vezes é chegar pra comentar no blog de alguém e aparece essas benditas letras --'&lt;br /&gt;
Quem nunca sentiu vontade de deixar o comentário pra lá quando aparece essas letrinhas? [não respondam!]&lt;br /&gt;
O problema não são as letras, o problema é quando dá falha no blog e você perde o comentário, porque as vezes você trabalha tanto naquele comentário, deixa ele todo bonitinho, e de repente o bendito do blogger dá pau, e você que não deu ctrl C &amp;nbsp;perde seu lindo comentário, e lá vai você escreve-lo tudo de novo.&lt;br /&gt;
Eu sei, sou preguiçosa, mas quem não é?!&lt;br /&gt;
E depois, pra que essas benditas letrinhas? Ai o danado diz "Pra saber se você é uma pessoa de verdade", não, eu sou a boneca assassina --'&lt;br /&gt;
ahsauhsua&lt;br /&gt;
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Fim de bobeira&lt;br /&gt;
Cambio final!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072950989315805271-7841201365800301401?l=dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7841201365800301401/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072950989315805271&amp;postID=7841201365800301401&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072950989315805271/posts/default/7841201365800301401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072950989315805271/posts/default/7841201365800301401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com/2010/10/digite-palavras-para-confirmar-eu.html' title='&quot;Digite a palavras para confirmar eu comentário&quot;'/><author><name>Andressa Pereira</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104298687582217623038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-DHl_K96Rv1g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABHI/tNQVBgU_QdQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNDoVuiwFGI/TLCd1Hq89wI/AAAAAAAAA_U/i4qMbzfpaKY/s72-c/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072950989315805271.post-6422159532516491587</id><published>2010-08-12T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T14:50:51.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sai fora Cu!</title><content type='html'>- Aiii, que nojentoo isso.&lt;br /&gt;
- Aii, que horror isso...&lt;br /&gt;
-Aii credoo...&lt;br /&gt;
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Ta aí uma coisa que me deixa louca é pessoa fresca --'&lt;br /&gt;
Sabe aquelas pessoas que acha que tudo que tem no nosso corpo é nojento? Tipo, espremer uma espinha, fazer coco*, cabelo bagunçado,&amp;nbsp;furúnculo,&amp;nbsp;afta e mais um monte de coisa? É horrível néh?!&lt;br /&gt;
Não sei se é porque tudo pra mim é muito natural, mas eu costumo falar sobre várias coisas quando me ataca o&amp;nbsp;açúcar no sangue.&lt;br /&gt;
Estes dias perguntei pra uma colega do meu curso se depois que ela defecava, ela olhava pro papel. Ela disse que não. Então fiquei meia surpresa e perguntei em seguinda:&lt;br /&gt;
- Então como você sabe que já limpo tudo?&lt;br /&gt;
Ela ficou meia envergonhada e sem resposta, logo afirmei sem dúvida nenhuma:&lt;br /&gt;
- Você olha o papel, e você olha para a privada.&lt;br /&gt;
Ela negou os dois.&lt;br /&gt;
Não aguentei, tornei a repetir:&lt;br /&gt;
- Você olha o papel, e você olha para a privada.&lt;br /&gt;
Ela tornou a negar e disse:&lt;br /&gt;
- Não olho, e não costumo falar das fazes alheias.&lt;br /&gt;
Fiquei com vontade de matar ela. Sim, porque...meu Deus ela não limpa a bunda! Claro, só pude chegar a essa conclusão, porque ela negou diversas vezes o fato. Não toquei mais no assunto, ela irá negar até a morte...mas cá entre nós, todo mundo olha tanto para o papel quanto para o vaso sanitário :D&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;No próximo&amp;nbsp;episódio, contarei sobre os tipos de fezes* (aposto que vão gostar) :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072950989315805271-6422159532516491587?l=dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6422159532516491587/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072950989315805271&amp;postID=6422159532516491587&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072950989315805271/posts/default/6422159532516491587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072950989315805271/posts/default/6422159532516491587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com/2010/08/sai-fora-cu.html' title='Sai fora Cu!'/><author><name>Andressa Pereira</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104298687582217623038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-DHl_K96Rv1g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABHI/tNQVBgU_QdQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072950989315805271.post-6963769353267054177</id><published>2010-08-05T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T20:43:14.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gosto de beija-flores</title><content type='html'>Eu gosto de&amp;nbsp;mexericas.&lt;br /&gt;
Gosto de não fazer nada o dia todo.&lt;br /&gt;
Gosto de&amp;nbsp;isqueiros personalizados.&lt;br /&gt;
Gosto de ouvir Elephant gun.&lt;br /&gt;
Gosto de esmalte vermelho.&lt;br /&gt;
Gosto das madrugadas calmas.&lt;br /&gt;
Gosto de ficar mais tempo acordada quando estou triste.&lt;br /&gt;
Não gosto de dizer porque choro.&lt;br /&gt;
Não gosto de dar explicações.&lt;br /&gt;
Não gosto de ensinar.&lt;br /&gt;
Gosto de suco de uva.&lt;br /&gt;
Gosto de melancia.&lt;br /&gt;
Gosto de escrever cartas.&lt;br /&gt;
Ponho ocupado no meu msn quando estou triste, ou quando estou irritada.&lt;br /&gt;
Gosto de banho quente.&lt;br /&gt;
Gosto de deitar na cama e ficar pensando.&lt;br /&gt;
Odeio levantar cedo.&lt;br /&gt;
Odeio espinhas nos finais de semana.&lt;br /&gt;
Odeio perder tempo me arrumando.&lt;br /&gt;
Odeio chegar atrasada.&lt;br /&gt;
Odeio quando me fazem esperar.&lt;br /&gt;
Tenho certa vontade de gritar no meio de um campo de futebol.&lt;br /&gt;
Tem dias que quero ficar quieta.&lt;br /&gt;
Gosto de pão de queijo.&lt;br /&gt;
Sinto uma enorme falta da minha avó.&lt;br /&gt;
a cor que mais combina comigo, ou é vermelho, ou é cinza.&lt;br /&gt;
Gosto dos dias nublados.&lt;br /&gt;
Gosto do calor.&lt;br /&gt;
Gosto de ser mimada.&lt;br /&gt;
Gosto de me sentir&amp;nbsp;unica.&lt;br /&gt;
Odeio a letra L.&lt;br /&gt;
Gosto de livros de romance e mistério.&lt;br /&gt;
Odeio filmes de terror.&lt;br /&gt;
Prefiro ser uma criança feliz do que um adulto chato.&lt;br /&gt;
Palavras de mais me entediam.&lt;br /&gt;
Quando a internet cai eu dou uma de técnica.&lt;br /&gt;
Odeio ser ignorada.&lt;br /&gt;
Eu te amo...eu só digo pra uma pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;
Odeio creme de cabelo.&lt;br /&gt;
Odeio a Barbie.&lt;br /&gt;
Odeio pessoas que se acham os donos do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;
Descobri que as pessoas nunca são quem elas dizem ser.&lt;br /&gt;
Gosto de envelopes laranjas.&lt;br /&gt;
As vezes gosto de me esconder nos abraços.&lt;br /&gt;
Se eu digo não, então é não.&lt;br /&gt;
Se eu ficar muito tempo calada, é porque penso em algo, mas não falarei tão cedo.&lt;br /&gt;
Se a noite é longa, os pensamentos voam e logo tudo termina.&lt;br /&gt;
Não sei interpretar textos.&lt;br /&gt;
Choro quietinha.&lt;br /&gt;
Dificilmente durmo sem pensar em nada.&lt;br /&gt;
Fico no sol quando acordo.&lt;br /&gt;
Procuro inspiração&amp;nbsp;olhando pro nada.&lt;br /&gt;
Escrevo errado o tempo todo.&lt;br /&gt;
Não ligo que zombem de mim.&lt;br /&gt;
Não aturo gente que me encara.&lt;br /&gt;
Quando fico com vergonha, penso em enterrar minha cabeça em algum lugar.&lt;br /&gt;
Odeio assistir as novas novelas.&lt;br /&gt;
Sou caseira.&lt;br /&gt;
Gosto de ficar no meu quarto, mesmo se for para não fazer nada.&lt;br /&gt;
Sei quando a&amp;nbsp;conseqüência é grande.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Odeio dormir brigada com alguém&lt;br /&gt;
Quando estou com raiva tomo banho demorado.&lt;br /&gt;
Se fico feliz, tenho energia suficiente para fazer qualquer coisa.&lt;br /&gt;
Gosto de fazer as unhas do pé.&lt;br /&gt;
Odeio quando fazem perguntas pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;
Gosto de beija-flores.&lt;br /&gt;
Odeio me sentir dependente de alguém.&lt;br /&gt;
Pretendo morar só.&lt;br /&gt;
Os dias quentes me agradam mais.&lt;br /&gt;
Escrevo para me acalmar, e quando isso não funciona, me deito no chão frio.&lt;br /&gt;
Sempre espero por finais felizes.&lt;br /&gt;
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Já notei em vários blogs, pessoas que acabam tendo muitas coisas para fazer, ou simplesmente nada para fazer, ou então&amp;nbsp;enjôam dos seus blogs, e simplesmente somem. No meu caso, tenho um pouco de tudo, em&amp;nbsp;compensação volta e meia eu volto só pra notificar que estou viva õ/&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Desde que parei de escrever, quando volto e vejo os blogs, os grandes blogs que tanto adimirei simplesmente sumiram [não os blogs, mas os donos deles]. Isso é o que? É preguiça de voltar é? &lt;s&gt;No meu caso sim hahushaus&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
Mas isso é normal, acontece com todo mundo não é?Pois é '-'&lt;br /&gt;
Acho que já deixei muita coisa aqui, está na hora de ir embora e voltar daqui mais ou menos uns 2 ou 3 meses néh? :D&lt;br /&gt;
shauhsau&lt;br /&gt;
Brinks&lt;br /&gt;
Volto quando der vontade &lt;s&gt;espero que seja logo&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072950989315805271-5887086775663856106?l=dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5887086775663856106/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072950989315805271&amp;postID=5887086775663856106&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072950989315805271/posts/default/5887086775663856106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072950989315805271/posts/default/5887086775663856106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com/2010/08/todo-mundo-some-um-dia.html' title='Todo mundo some um dia'/><author><name>Andressa Pereira</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104298687582217623038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-DHl_K96Rv1g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABHI/tNQVBgU_QdQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072950989315805271.post-3892446266668053149</id><published>2010-06-23T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T12:08:18.364-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonhos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verdade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='esmalte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desilusão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='segredos de mulher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ilusão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unhas descascadas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cruel'/><title type='text'>Esmaltes :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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Você cara leitora [isso, porque eu sei que só as mulheres vão ler, ou não], leu o título e lhe interessou não foi? Claro, qual mulher não gosta de esmalte?&amp;nbsp;&lt;s&gt;não respondam --'&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Conheço alguns blogs muito bons que exibem suas unhas com belas pinturas esmaltadas, mas eu não vou falar bem do esmalte hoje. Não, não meus caros, hoje eu vou falar da sacanagem do esmalte. Logicamente você que é apaixonada[o] por esmaltes concordará comigo com esta verdade :&lt;/div&gt;
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ESMALTE NÃO PRESTA!&lt;/div&gt;
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Não fiquem desesperadas, não estou nem um pouco afim de ver uma multidão de mulheres esmaltadas na porta da minha casa prestes a me linchar ( nem sei se se escreve assim).&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://sp8.fotolog.com/photo/24/52/6/necroxorume/1251409824622_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="1251409824622_f.jpg (375×500)" border="0" height="320" src="http://sp8.fotolog.com/photo/24/52/6/necroxorume/1251409824622_f.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A verdade é que você minha cara, passa grande parte do seu tempo fazendo as unhas, tira cutícula, corta unha, lixa unha e assim por diante. Suas unhas passam por um processo um tanto quanto demorado [no meu ponto de vista, claro], mas você não poderá se livrar de lavar a louça, a roupa e dos banhos quentes [principalmente no frio]. Suas unhas ainda estão lindas agora não é? Espere só até amanhã, onde a pontinha da sua unha maravilhosa acabou de crescer e então você nota que precisará pintar as unhas novamente.&amp;nbsp;Logicamente, isso para as mulheres sofisticadas isso não é trabalho algum, já que passam quase a vida toda passando esmaltes não é? Mas e quando você sente aquela preguicinha danada e simplismente de uma hora para a outra seu esmalte descasca? Se fudeu HOHO [brincadeirinha &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;]. Ai sim você terá que refazer a sua mais bela obra de arte que deve ter levado no mínimo uma hora do seu tempo, contando com todo o processo e a secagem das suas belas unhas.&lt;/div&gt;
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Caras amigas, não se enganem, esmalte é uma farsa que as iludirá no primeiro dia, mas assim que descascar seus sonhos irão por água abaixo [literalmente].&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Verdade cruel (y)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4072950989315805271-3892446266668053149?l=dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3892446266668053149/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4072950989315805271&amp;postID=3892446266668053149&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072950989315805271/posts/default/3892446266668053149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4072950989315805271/posts/default/3892446266668053149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dressa-pensamentos.blogspot.com/2010/06/esmaltes-d.html' title='Esmaltes :D'/><author><name>Andressa Pereira</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104298687582217623038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-DHl_K96Rv1g/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABHI/tNQVBgU_QdQ/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4072950989315805271.post-1963122873456000083</id><published>2010-06-22T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T13:11:48.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cof - Cof</title><content type='html'>Tirando teias de aranha --'&lt;br /&gt;
Ana Júlia que se dane, essa porcaria está levando tempo de mais pra acabar, e outra sei que quase ninguém lê porque estes post's são imensos e uma porcaria que no fim não tem sentido algum. Aliás, isso não é só aqui no meu blog, conheço umas par de blog que faz textos gigantescos com a intenção de matar o leitor preguiçoso que na verdade vai comentar uma coisa super nada a ver com a porcaria que você escreveu, por isso eu gosto de blogs com post's pequenos, não estou falando de todos, lógico, porque também não posso generalizar, mas eu acho um puta saco ter que ler aqueles textos gigantes que fazem você bocejar e no fim você acaba sem saber o que comentar, porque se o comentário tem menos de duas linhas, ele automaticamente não presta [não estou menosprezando os pequenos comentários, mas sim dizendo que a maioria deles quer dizer que você não gostou do texto e por isso suas palavras foram "Nossa, que lindo, nem tenho palavras pra dizer, mas ficou lindo" Poupe-me '¬¬], e os comentários com 10 linhs também não prestam [ Não é pra fazer uma redação sobre o que você entendeu do que eu escrevi k7!--'].&lt;br /&gt;
Enfim [que eu não sei mais se é junto ou se essa budega é separada], vim só pra comentar isso porque estava me incomodando.&lt;br /&gt;
Flws pra vocês&lt;br /&gt;
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