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sorrir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vocês me fazem sentir que tudo nesse mundo é possivel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vocs me fazem sentir que posso voar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me fazem confiar em vocês e contar meu segredos mais intimos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me fazem querer viver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas ao mesmo tempo me fazem pensa se tudo que passamos foi um sonho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me fazem chorar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me fazem sentir que nada poderia acontecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me fazer sentir que so faço a coisa errada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me fazem perder o sono, atenção, o animo e a direção.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me fazem querer correr em direção ao infinito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me fazem comer tudo que vejo pela frente, para depois me chamarem de gorda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;RAPAZOLA - CORAÇÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coração,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para que se apaixonou, por alguém, que nunca te amou, alguém que nunca, vai te amar...?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu vou fazer promessas rara nunca mais amar alguém que só quer me vê sofrer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alguém que só quer me vê chorar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preciso sair dessa, dessa de me apaixonar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por quem só quer me fazer sofrer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por quem só quer me fazer chorar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É tão ruim Quando alguém machuca a gente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O coração fica doente sem jeito até pra conversar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dói demais!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E só quem ama sabe e sente o que se passa em nossa mente, na hora de deixar rolar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nunca mais eu vou provar do teu carinho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nunca mais eu vou poder te abraçar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ou será que eu vivo bem melhor sozinho?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E se for mais fácil assim pra perdoar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O amor às vezes só confunde a gente não sei!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com você pode ser bem diferente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O amor às vezes só confunde a gente não sei!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com você pode ser diferente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246890775050475354-2536730146564498304?l=porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/feeds/2536730146564498304/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/2010/12/eles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246890775050475354/posts/default/2536730146564498304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246890775050475354/posts/default/2536730146564498304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/2010/12/eles.html' title='Eles...'/><author><name>@Letisfornia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06136737462841445261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/TGvYQYunIDI/AAAAAAAAAdY/dfumCFlqBA4/S220/Imagem+093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246890775050475354.post-7796327009774357582</id><published>2010-12-03T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T10:26:04.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Analise e Desenvolvimento de Sistemas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/TPj8Mv4f4iI/AAAAAAAAAfM/D-ceuusiU6Y/s1600/OgAAANpG5n0itt9bHCxVfRLIE7SOBH8Wv9fWtIDxjUtmy1mrQLiwhnEjVXKhauvYK3XYBTcUCwPpgqMmYOVwWYsraK8Am1T1UAcHNHCO6l1fi9lAYdz-VIOTbG_j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/TPj8Mv4f4iI/AAAAAAAAAfM/D-ceuusiU6Y/s400/OgAAANpG5n0itt9bHCxVfRLIE7SOBH8Wv9fWtIDxjUtmy1mrQLiwhnEjVXKhauvYK3XYBTcUCwPpgqMmYOVwWYsraK8Am1T1UAcHNHCO6l1fi9lAYdz-VIOTbG_j.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546460237048832546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;" &gt;Ai eles passaram 1 ano comigo e ja não consigo viver sem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;" &gt;Teve aquela que a gente amou e foi embora primeiro (Naty saudade)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;" &gt;Aquala que da outra sala que agente ja ama (Risia ♥)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;" &gt;O da outra sala que me chama de gorda e doida né Heldeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;" &gt;Ah Nah que nunca vai pra aula mas quando vai do risada ate chorar!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;" &gt;E todos os meninos que me fazem ri horrores!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;" &gt;Também teve aquele que não poderia deixar me mencionar. Aquele que entrou na minha vida de um jeito tão difícil de explicar palavras não expressão tudo. E ate hoje não deu meu chocolate, ou melhor minha caixa de chocolate, como ele mesmo diz viro lenda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;Teve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt; aquele que eu odeio com todas as minha FORÇAS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; " &gt;Mas todos eles ja moram no meu coração, uns mais e outros menos!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; " &gt;E é claro o cara que tiro a foto, sempre presente!! rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; " &gt;Tambem nunca me esquecerei dos apelidos, Paulo P, chupetinha, pimentinha, faz tempo, pinga, cara de lata, da roça, dudu, johnny, monange, psiu (né nah), motoboy, smiller, samba rock, sertanejo, e outros...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; " &gt;NUNCA ME ESQUECEREI DELES ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246890775050475354-7796327009774357582?l=porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/feeds/7796327009774357582/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/2010/12/analise-e-desenvolvimento-de-sistemas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246890775050475354/posts/default/7796327009774357582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246890775050475354/posts/default/7796327009774357582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/2010/12/analise-e-desenvolvimento-de-sistemas.html' title='Analise e Desenvolvimento de Sistemas'/><author><name>@Letisfornia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06136737462841445261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/TGvYQYunIDI/AAAAAAAAAdY/dfumCFlqBA4/S220/Imagem+093.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/TPj8Mv4f4iI/AAAAAAAAAfM/D-ceuusiU6Y/s72-c/OgAAANpG5n0itt9bHCxVfRLIE7SOBH8Wv9fWtIDxjUtmy1mrQLiwhnEjVXKhauvYK3XYBTcUCwPpgqMmYOVwWYsraK8Am1T1UAcHNHCO6l1fi9lAYdz-VIOTbG_j.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246890775050475354.post-475846386591493371</id><published>2010-11-23T07:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T07:22:49.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pois bem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mulheres são como maçãs em árvores. As melhores estão no topo. Os homens não querem alcançar essas boas, porque eles têm medo de cair e se machucar. Preferem pegar as maçãs podres que ficam no chão, que não são boas como as do topo, mas são fáceis de se conseguir. Assim as maçãs no topo pensam que algo está errado com elas, quando na verdade, eles estão errados... Elas têm que esperar um pouco para o homem certo chegar, aquele que é valente o bastante para escalar até o topo da árvore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(Machado de Assis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;retirado de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lanextdoor.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;http://lanextdoor.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246890775050475354-475846386591493371?l=porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/feeds/475846386591493371/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/2010/11/pois-bem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246890775050475354/posts/default/475846386591493371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246890775050475354/posts/default/475846386591493371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/2010/11/pois-bem.html' title='Pois bem'/><author><name>@Letisfornia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06136737462841445261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/TGvYQYunIDI/AAAAAAAAAdY/dfumCFlqBA4/S220/Imagem+093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246890775050475354.post-4504846808002365362</id><published>2010-10-05T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T06:15:01.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;O melhor blog que ja vi, sem duvida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Cada post uma nova surpresa, um blog que da valor as coisas boas da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Que não precisa de muito para ser perfeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://televisaoengorda.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;http://televisaoengorda.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/1246890775050475354-4504846808002365362?l=porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/feeds/4504846808002365362/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/2010/10/d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246890775050475354/posts/default/4504846808002365362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246890775050475354/posts/default/4504846808002365362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/2010/10/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>@Letisfornia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06136737462841445261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/TGvYQYunIDI/AAAAAAAAAdY/dfumCFlqBA4/S220/Imagem+093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246890775050475354.post-4491647789862636925</id><published>2010-03-15T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T10:51:15.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando eu penso queja vi tudo!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Senhora abanando o leque fez célebre violinista espanhol interromper um concerto em Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Gênios da música têm as suas excentricidades. Pablo Sarasate, célebre violinista espanhol, certa vez interrompeu um concerto em Paris, irritado com uma senhora sentada na segunda fila do teatro. "Não posso continuar tocando no compasso de 3 por 4. Esta senhora me perturba, abanando-se com o leque no compasso de 2 por 3."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cavalo foi condenado por crime de homicídio na França&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Em 1639 o Tribunal de Dijon, na França, condenou um cavalo a morrer na fogueira por crime de homicídio. No julgamento, as testemunhas disseram que o cavalo, além de estar possuído pelo demônio, tinha premeditado o crime de jogar o cavaleiro no chão, para lhe quebrar o pescoço. (Na boa kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;O homem que atacou a esposa com um atum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em novembro de 1999, Nicholas Vitalich, um americano de 24 anos, morador de La Jolla, Califórnia, foi sentenciado a um ano de terapia contra violência conjugal e três anos de cadeia condicional após ter agredido sua esposa repetidamente com um atum fresco de 60 centímetros e quase dez quilos. O casal encontrava-se em frente ao mercado onde a "arma" foi comprada quando começaram a brigar, Vitalich descontrolou-se e bateu várias vezes na esposa com o jantar. O criminoso foi preso por violência doméstica e resistência à busca policial. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Fonte:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.terra.com.br/curiosidades/fatos/fatos.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://www.terra.com.br/curiosidades/fatos/fatos.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246890775050475354-4491647789862636925?l=porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/feeds/4491647789862636925/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/2010/03/quando-eu-penso-queja-vi-tudo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246890775050475354/posts/default/4491647789862636925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246890775050475354/posts/default/4491647789862636925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/2010/03/quando-eu-penso-queja-vi-tudo.html' title='Quando eu penso queja vi tudo!!'/><author><name>@Letisfornia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06136737462841445261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/TGvYQYunIDI/AAAAAAAAAdY/dfumCFlqBA4/S220/Imagem+093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246890775050475354.post-7408210447183550779</id><published>2010-01-22T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T08:17:37.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Durante o Balanço</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/S1sg_L7KmhI/AAAAAAAAAXI/M8x2F5yHKkc/s1600-h/n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429970045630061074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/S1sg_L7KmhI/AAAAAAAAAXI/M8x2F5yHKkc/s200/n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Depois de fechar para balanço aqui estou eu!!&lt;br /&gt;Esse tempo sem&lt;/span&gt; postar foi bom, passei por vario outro blogs e sites procurando novidades, e achei!!.&lt;br /&gt;Conheci a banda americana chamada Owl City escute uma musica &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=psuRGfAaju4"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=psuRGfAaju4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; Adam Young alem de lindo, canta super bem.&lt;br /&gt;Clicando pelo youtube encontrei uma garota que faz parodia de musicas olha que legal esse video, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JqA8PY3Jsks"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JqA8PY3Jsks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;. Sami é super talentosa e mega criativa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Fui passa uma tarde na casa de uma amiga, e la conheci o Seriado Kyle Xy, o melhor de todos depois de The OC, CLARO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Assisti milhões de filmes e resolvi listar todos os que eu já assisti nesse meus poucos anos de vida, na barra ao lado da pra acompanhar o crescimento da lista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Estou de volta a ativa!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246890775050475354-7408210447183550779?l=porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/feeds/7408210447183550779/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/2010/01/durante-o-balanco.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246890775050475354/posts/default/7408210447183550779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246890775050475354/posts/default/7408210447183550779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/2010/01/durante-o-balanco.html' title='Durante o Balanço'/><author><name>@Letisfornia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06136737462841445261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/TGvYQYunIDI/AAAAAAAAAdY/dfumCFlqBA4/S220/Imagem+093.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/S1sg_L7KmhI/AAAAAAAAAXI/M8x2F5yHKkc/s72-c/n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246890775050475354.post-6033778771258814405</id><published>2009-10-16T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T15:02:29.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/StjsbCDzCNI/AAAAAAAAAWI/a5uS7k3AgCo/s1600-h/volto_ja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393320502929590482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/StjsbCDzCNI/AAAAAAAAAWI/a5uS7k3AgCo/s400/volto_ja.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Pois é chaga uma hora que a gente quer mudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Mudamos o cabelo, o estilo, as vezes ate o modo de pensar!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Mas não vou deixar de postar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Daqui a algum tempo eu volto e tenho certeza!&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/1246890775050475354-6033778771258814405?l=porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/feeds/6033778771258814405/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/2009/10/pois-e-chaga-uma-hora-que-gente-quer.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246890775050475354/posts/default/6033778771258814405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246890775050475354/posts/default/6033778771258814405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/2009/10/pois-e-chaga-uma-hora-que-gente-quer.html' title=''/><author><name>@Letisfornia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06136737462841445261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/TGvYQYunIDI/AAAAAAAAAdY/dfumCFlqBA4/S220/Imagem+093.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/StjsbCDzCNI/AAAAAAAAAWI/a5uS7k3AgCo/s72-c/volto_ja.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246890775050475354.post-6704327758668621265</id><published>2009-09-04T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T14:56:07.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Teoria do Fundo Preto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/SqGtbXenh7I/AAAAAAAAAVg/ktDuNrtv_2o/s1600-h/550682-4009-cp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377770115727591346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/SqGtbXenh7I/AAAAAAAAAVg/ktDuNrtv_2o/s200/550682-4009-cp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Os monitores de vídeo gastam mais energia para formar a cor branca, mais utilizada em sites, do que o preto. Por este motivo, profissionais das Rising Phoenix Design lançaram o movimento BlackBack web Theory (Teoria do fundo preto na internet).&lt;br /&gt;Isso acontece porque para formar a cor branca é preciso unir todas as demais, o que resulta no gasto de 74 watts. Enquanto isso, uma tela em preto, na qual há praticamente a ausência de cores, gasta-se cerca de 59 watts para a formação.&lt;br /&gt;Para que o uso do computador e da internet não seja responsável por um maior consumo de energia, o que pode causar danos para o abastecimento deste recurso natural no futuro, muitas pessoas já têm adotado as cinco cores que gastam menos energia (preto, azul marinho, terra, verde e roxo)..&lt;br /&gt;Se considerarmos que o Google recebe cerca de 300 milhões de visualizações de páginas por dia, a iniciativa seria capaz de economizar cerca de 750 Megawatt/hora por ano, que é o equivalente à capacidade de produção da usina nuclear de Angra 1 ou a mesma quantidade necessária para abastecer por um ano uma cidade de 600 mil habitantes.&lt;br /&gt;O projeto ecoGNight (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://www.ecognight.com/pt/index.html&lt;/span&gt;), que disponibiliza e incentiva o uso uma versão de fundo preto do buscador Google, garante que a iniciativa pode ajudar a reduzir o consumo de energia elétrica entre usuários de computador. A empresa norte-americana, no entanto, contesta a teoria.A pesquisa mostra que as pessoas que formam sites e páginas na internet podem agir de forma a pensar no abastecimento de energia por muito mais tempo. Para que você saiba quais cores devem ser usadas, veja abaixo escala feita pelos profissionais que lançaram o movimento. Ao adotá-la, você estará pensando tanto na sociedade como na economia da sua conta de energia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Cor Gasto&lt;br /&gt;Branco 74 watts&lt;br /&gt;Amarelo 69 watts&lt;br /&gt;Azul claro 68 watts&lt;br /&gt;Cinza prata 67 watts&lt;br /&gt;Azul 65 watts&lt;br /&gt;Vermelho 65 watts&lt;br /&gt;Verde limão 63 watts&lt;br /&gt;Cinza 62 watts&lt;br /&gt;Verde oliva 61 watts&lt;br /&gt;Roxo 61 watts&lt;br /&gt;Turquesa 61 watts&lt;br /&gt;Verde 60 watts&lt;br /&gt;Terra 60 watts&lt;br /&gt;Azul marinho 60 watts&lt;br /&gt;Preto 59 watts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Fonte:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.administradores.com.br/noticias/computadores_cor_preta_nas_telas_gasta_menos_energia_e_ajuda_na_economia/10549"&gt;http://www.administradores.com.br/noticias/computadores_cor_preta_nas_telas_gasta_menos_energia_e_ajuda_na_economia/10549&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.risingphoenixdesign.com/blackback.html"&gt;http://www.risingphoenixdesign.com/blackback.html&lt;/a&gt; (em ingles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metodista.br/rronline/ciencia-e-saude/projeto-promete-economizar-energia-com-versao-preta-do-google"&gt;http://www.metodista.br/rronline/ciencia-e-saude/projeto-promete-economizar-energia-com-versao-preta-do-google&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246890775050475354-6704327758668621265?l=porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/feeds/6704327758668621265/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/2009/09/teoria-do-fundo-preto.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246890775050475354/posts/default/6704327758668621265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246890775050475354/posts/default/6704327758668621265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/2009/09/teoria-do-fundo-preto.html' title='A Teoria do Fundo Preto'/><author><name>@Letisfornia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06136737462841445261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/TGvYQYunIDI/AAAAAAAAAdY/dfumCFlqBA4/S220/Imagem+093.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/SqGtbXenh7I/AAAAAAAAAVg/ktDuNrtv_2o/s72-c/550682-4009-cp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246890775050475354.post-8918640857171099396</id><published>2009-09-01T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T09:14:18.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Assim ou Assado?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/Sp1IEJwnv9I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6ssEWkF-gCk/s1600-h/assim+ou+assado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376532766326767570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/Sp1IEJwnv9I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6ssEWkF-gCk/s400/assim+ou+assado.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; E ai qual vai ser?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/1246890775050475354-8918640857171099396?l=porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/feeds/8918640857171099396/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/2009/09/assim-ou-assado.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246890775050475354/posts/default/8918640857171099396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246890775050475354/posts/default/8918640857171099396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/2009/09/assim-ou-assado.html' title='Assim ou Assado?'/><author><name>@Letisfornia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06136737462841445261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/TGvYQYunIDI/AAAAAAAAAdY/dfumCFlqBA4/S220/Imagem+093.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/Sp1IEJwnv9I/AAAAAAAAAU4/6ssEWkF-gCk/s72-c/assim+ou+assado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246890775050475354.post-2471196681296259075</id><published>2009-08-26T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T12:39:13.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Quase</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/SpXG8G8cyMI/AAAAAAAAAT4/1iHhEjIi9O8/s1600-h/untitlediuhoiu.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374420466295163074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/SpXG8G8cyMI/AAAAAAAAAT4/1iHhEjIi9O8/s200/untitlediuhoiu.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ainda pior que a convicção do não é a incerteza do talvez, é a desilusão de um quase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;É o quase que me incomoda, que me entristece, que me mata trazendo tudo que poderia ter sido e não foi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Quem quase ganhou ainda joga,quem quase passou ainda estuda,quem quase morreu está vivo,quem quase amou não amou.&lt;br /&gt;Basta pensar nas oportunidades que escaparam pelos dedos, nas chances que se perdem por medo, nas idéias que nunca sairão do papel por essa maldita mania de viver no outono.&lt;br /&gt;Pergunto-me, às vezes, o que nos leva a escolher uma vida morna; ou melhor não me pergunto, contesto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;A resposta eu sei de cor, está estampada na distância e frieza dos sorrisos, na frouxidão dos abraços, na indiferença dos "Bom dia", quase que sussurrados.&lt;br /&gt;A paixão queima, o amor enlouquece, o desejo trai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Talvez esses fossem bons motivos para decidir entre a alegria e a dor, sentir o nada, mas não são.&lt;br /&gt;Se a virtude estivesse mesmo no meio termo, o mar não teria ondas, os dias seriam nublados e o arco-íris em tons de cinza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;O nada não ilumina, não inspira, não aflige nem acalma, apenas amplia o vazio que cada um traz dentro de si.&lt;br /&gt;Não é que fé mova montanhas, nem que todas as estrelas estejam ao alcance, para as coisas que não podem ser mudadas resta-nos somente paciência porém, preferir a derrota prévia à dúvida da vitória é desperdiçar a oportunidade de merecer.&lt;br /&gt;Pros erros há perdão; pros fracassos, chance; pros amores impossíveis, tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;De nada adianta cercar um coração vazio ou economizar alma.&lt;br /&gt;Um romance cujo fim é instantâneo ou indolor não é romance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Não deixe que a saudade sufoque, que a rotina acomode, que o medo impeça de tentar.&lt;br /&gt;Desconfie do destino e acredite em você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Gaste mais horas realizando que sonhando, fazendo que planejando, vivendo que esperando porque, embora quem quase morre esteja vivo, quem quase vive já morreu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Autor: Desconhecido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246890775050475354-2471196681296259075?l=porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/feeds/2471196681296259075/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-quase.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246890775050475354/posts/default/2471196681296259075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246890775050475354/posts/default/2471196681296259075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-quase.html' title='O Quase'/><author><name>@Letisfornia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06136737462841445261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/TGvYQYunIDI/AAAAAAAAAdY/dfumCFlqBA4/S220/Imagem+093.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/SpXG8G8cyMI/AAAAAAAAAT4/1iHhEjIi9O8/s72-c/untitlediuhoiu.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246890775050475354.post-6963980691603739665</id><published>2009-08-15T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T12:18:51.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Das telas Estaduinenses pros metros Brasileiros.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/SocJJQk1pEI/AAAAAAAAASo/AA6DNSIQfaM/s1600-h/OAAAAP1WXQ_oMQX9MFE3YMk_rlkgIfam4hqPJnXws8UPcze4PXl28W8nsratIkmYSQUNFNxCiBi3BcBLqK3O_UnauP0Am1T1UNxyYs52US6Iw16mQL_iS53Yp7ck%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370271135335556162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/SocJJQk1pEI/AAAAAAAAASo/AA6DNSIQfaM/s320/OAAAAP1WXQ_oMQX9MFE3YMk_rlkgIfam4hqPJnXws8UPcze4PXl28W8nsratIkmYSQUNFNxCiBi3BcBLqK3O_UnauP0Am1T1UNxyYs52US6Iw16mQL_iS53Yp7ck%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Pros que me conhecem ai vai novamente meu aviso, se um dia eu ver o Seth Cohen na minha frente ele nunca mais volta pra casa!! The O.C. e Seth Cohen eita sonho *.* aquelas praias, aquele sol, aquelas casas Aiai... Mas deixando o sonho de lado e indo pro nome deste post. Estaduanense, Brasileiro, The O.C. Seth Cohen o que é que tem haver?&lt;br /&gt;Pois bem, estava eu no metro lendo meus mangas, sendo muito feliz, quando reparei que um moço lia Lua Nova.&lt;br /&gt;Olhando aquele moço sentado lendo aquele livro tão mágico pensei: "Conheço ele de algum lugar". Mas eu tenho um serio problema, sempre acho que conheço as pessoas, continuei lendo meu manga, mas fiquei com aquilo na cabeça se eu não ô conhecia, já tinha ô visto eu algum lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Passou. No outro dia lá estava ele novamente só que agora lia quadrinho era Liga de Justiça, ai pensei nossa que legal Lua Nova, quadrinhos ele ate parece o Seth Cohen, foi quando meu deu eu estalo, fiz o link do pensamento, pasmei, não acreditei, falei e ri sozinha e percebi, sim ele é idêntico ao Seth, como poderia existir uma pessoa idêntica a ele de rosto e atitudes?&lt;br /&gt;Por favor alguém me amassa porque eu to passada!!! O.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246890775050475354-6963980691603739665?l=porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/feeds/6963980691603739665/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/2009/08/das-telas-estaduinenses-pros-metros.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246890775050475354/posts/default/6963980691603739665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246890775050475354/posts/default/6963980691603739665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/2009/08/das-telas-estaduinenses-pros-metros.html' title='Das telas Estaduinenses pros metros Brasileiros.'/><author><name>@Letisfornia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06136737462841445261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/TGvYQYunIDI/AAAAAAAAAdY/dfumCFlqBA4/S220/Imagem+093.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/SocJJQk1pEI/AAAAAAAAASo/AA6DNSIQfaM/s72-c/OAAAAP1WXQ_oMQX9MFE3YMk_rlkgIfam4hqPJnXws8UPcze4PXl28W8nsratIkmYSQUNFNxCiBi3BcBLqK3O_UnauP0Am1T1UNxyYs52US6Iw16mQL_iS53Yp7ck%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246890775050475354.post-8503205962019592175</id><published>2009-08-01T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T15:19:59.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De Fotografa a Tecnico em Informatica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/SnR6SE6GxVI/AAAAAAAAASE/X-ZZ1-8uJko/s1600-h/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365047507078792530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/SnR6SE6GxVI/AAAAAAAAASE/X-ZZ1-8uJko/s320/page.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sempre que penso no meu futuro me vejo tirando fotos, de pessoas, coisas, lugares e animais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;E sempre que me perguntam que faculdade quero fazer digo sempre a mesma coisa, FOTOGRAFIA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Essa semana comecei a pensar na vida e percebi, eu quero ser fotografa o que estou fazendo no curso de Tecnico em Informatica (TI) alem de marcelar claro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Mas ai me veio a ideia virar TI arrumar um OTIMO emprego e depois ir atras do meu sonho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Não é uma plano que eu possa dizer nossa que maravilha, mas ate la outro planos viram!&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/1246890775050475354-8503205962019592175?l=porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/feeds/8503205962019592175/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/2009/08/de-fotografa-tecinico-em-informatica.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246890775050475354/posts/default/8503205962019592175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246890775050475354/posts/default/8503205962019592175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/2009/08/de-fotografa-tecinico-em-informatica.html' title='De Fotografa a Tecnico em Informatica'/><author><name>@Letisfornia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06136737462841445261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/TGvYQYunIDI/AAAAAAAAAdY/dfumCFlqBA4/S220/Imagem+093.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/SnR6SE6GxVI/AAAAAAAAASE/X-ZZ1-8uJko/s72-c/page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246890775050475354.post-6235184179231668664</id><published>2009-06-30T12:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T10:01:38.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia de Cineasta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/Sms6YQGcexI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0XN8LbLIa_4/s1600-h/prod_20-03-2008_14-40-24hvrz1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362443969627978514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/Sms6YQGcexI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0XN8LbLIa_4/s200/prod_20-03-2008_14-40-24hvrz1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Um dia legal, que começou com grandes imprevistos!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cercada por pessoas inteligentes que falam coisas que você nunca sonho que podeira existir!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fazendo donwloads, cortando e emendando.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rindo de piadas malucas, apostando corrida como metro e ouvindo coisas do tipo : &lt;em&gt;"Ta com medo", "Olha pra frente" , "Da uma cafungada aqui" , "Ela sente é outras coisas" , "Ela ta bebada" , "Esse carro ta balançando muito".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E falando coisas como &lt;em&gt;"Porque você apareceu eu não tava preparada pra você, (Que marco o dia)"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;, "A culpa não é minha é do perfume dele" , "Se mata cara" , "Cuidado com a escada" , "Não dorme".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Foi um dia magnifico, que quase não começou!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246890775050475354-6235184179231668664?l=porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/feeds/6235184179231668664/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/2009/06/um-dia-de-cineasta.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246890775050475354/posts/default/6235184179231668664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246890775050475354/posts/default/6235184179231668664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/2009/06/um-dia-de-cineasta.html' title='Um dia de Cineasta!'/><author><name>@Letisfornia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06136737462841445261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/TGvYQYunIDI/AAAAAAAAAdY/dfumCFlqBA4/S220/Imagem+093.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/Sms6YQGcexI/AAAAAAAAAQs/0XN8LbLIa_4/s72-c/prod_20-03-2008_14-40-24hvrz1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246890775050475354.post-6832867162921507952</id><published>2009-06-26T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T10:03:41.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Meu Melhor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/Sms6zYZasVI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/SjHVMQcorpk/s1600-h/Restart1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362444435711504722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/Sms6zYZasVI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/SjHVMQcorpk/s400/Restart1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Quantas vezes sem você procurava encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Um motivo uma razão que me fizesse levantar&lt;br /&gt;Esconder as feridas que não vão curar&lt;br /&gt;Quando me sinto longe de você pareço não estar&lt;br /&gt;Perto do céu e das nuvens onde o sol reflete so você&lt;br /&gt;Vem aqui pra me dizer que o meu melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;não e o melhor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;pra você&lt;br /&gt;Ve eu ti disser que vai mudar que eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;não sou nada sem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;você&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes sem você procurava encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Um motivo uma razão que me fizesse levantar&lt;br /&gt;Esconder as feridas que não vão curar&lt;br /&gt;Quando me sinto longe de você pareço não estar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Perto do céu e das nuvens &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;onde o sol reflete so você&lt;br /&gt;Vem aqui pra me dizer que o meu melhor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;não e o melhor pra você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Se eu ti disser que vai mudar que eu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;não sou nada sem você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Já faz algum tempo que as cartas insistem em dizer&lt;br /&gt;o que eu não quero mais ouvir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;(de você)&lt;br /&gt;so assim consiga enxergar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;(o que eu posso lhe dar)&lt;br /&gt;já não quero desistir de ter nos dois mais uma vez&lt;br /&gt;perto do céu e das nuvens onde o sol reflete so você&lt;br /&gt;perto do céu e das nuvens onde o sol reflete so você&lt;br /&gt;vem aqui pra me dizer que o meu melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;não e o melhor pra você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Se eu ti disser que vai mudar que eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;não sou nada sem você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Vem aqui pra me dizer que o meu melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;não e o melhor pra você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Se eu ti disser que vai mudar que eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;não sou nada sem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(O Meu Melhor - Banda Restart)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Só porque gosto dessa musica ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246890775050475354-6832867162921507952?l=porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/feeds/6832867162921507952/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-meu-melhor.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246890775050475354/posts/default/6832867162921507952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246890775050475354/posts/default/6832867162921507952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-meu-melhor.html' title='O Meu Melhor'/><author><name>@Letisfornia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06136737462841445261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/TGvYQYunIDI/AAAAAAAAAdY/dfumCFlqBA4/S220/Imagem+093.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/Sms6zYZasVI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/SjHVMQcorpk/s72-c/Restart1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246890775050475354.post-5443307164127924085</id><published>2009-06-13T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T10:07:44.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/Sms7mGZgIzI/AAAAAAAAARE/4vPrBHrbTDg/s1600-h/coracao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362445307053351730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/Sms7mGZgIzI/AAAAAAAAARE/4vPrBHrbTDg/s200/coracao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Certo dia parei pra pensar no que é amor.&lt;br /&gt;A primeira coisa que fiz, foi consultar o dicionário que dizia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;1 Grande afeição de uma pessoa por outra. 2 Afeição, grande amizade. 3 Objeto dessa afeição. 4 Carinho, simpatia. 5 desejo sexual. 6 Coisa ou pessoa bonita.&lt;br /&gt;Quem já amou sabe, isso não é amor.&lt;br /&gt;Amor...&lt;br /&gt;É quando você te alguém que te de frio na barriga que te faz rir só com um olhar, é algo difícil de explicar, mas quando você sente sabe como é.&lt;br /&gt;É você não ter o amor da sua vida ao seu lado, mas torce pra ele ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;É você sentir seu coração bater rápido e devagar ao mesmo tempo.&lt;br /&gt;É sentir enjôo, e as mãos geladas.&lt;br /&gt;É ter vontade de chorar, sorrir e sair correndo.&lt;br /&gt;Isso talvez seja amor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Onde já se viu o mar apaixonado por uma menina?  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem já conseguiu dominar o amor? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por que é que o mar não se apaixona por uma lagoa?  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque a gente nunca sabe de quem vai gostar!&lt;br /&gt;(Ana e o Mar – O teatro Mágico)&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246890775050475354-5443307164127924085?l=porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/feeds/5443307164127924085/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/2009/06/amor.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246890775050475354/posts/default/5443307164127924085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246890775050475354/posts/default/5443307164127924085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/2009/06/amor.html' title='Amor?'/><author><name>@Letisfornia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06136737462841445261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/TGvYQYunIDI/AAAAAAAAAdY/dfumCFlqBA4/S220/Imagem+093.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/Sms7mGZgIzI/AAAAAAAAARE/4vPrBHrbTDg/s72-c/coracao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246890775050475354.post-8792164815961295214</id><published>2009-06-02T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T14:03:06.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somos poucas, Mas somos loucas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/Spw6fr5zHRI/AAAAAAAAAUw/8qs3-AaaIhU/s1600-h/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376236371209035026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/Spw6fr5zHRI/AAAAAAAAAUw/8qs3-AaaIhU/s200/page.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ah as amigas!&lt;br /&gt;Rimos, choramos, contamos piadas e marcelamos.&lt;br /&gt;Vamos sempre aos mesmo shows.&lt;br /&gt;Rimos, choramos, contamos piadas e marcelamos.&lt;br /&gt;Marcelamos, marcelamos, marcelamos e marcelamos.&lt;br /&gt;Ficamos meses sem nos ver.&lt;br /&gt;Quando nos vemos,&lt;br /&gt;Rimos, choramos, contamos piadas e marcelamos.&lt;br /&gt;Nos encontramos sem quere, batemos papo pelo celular, msn e orkut.&lt;br /&gt;Rimos, choramos, contamos piadas e marcelamos, corremos ficamos com medo rimos mais, contamos mais piadas, marcelamos e nos envergonhamos.&lt;br /&gt;Marcamos de ir ao parque, com sol, chuva, tempestade não importa nos vamos.&lt;br /&gt;Rimos, choramos, contamos piadas e marcelamos.&lt;br /&gt;Vamos ao cinema, vemos 1, 2, 3 filmes.&lt;br /&gt;Na sala do cinema, rimos marcelamos, falamos sozinhas, gritamos: &lt;strong&gt;ELA TEM UMA CAMA!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;MORDE ELA!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; É ISSO AI CARA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ah as amigas sem elas não vivo.&lt;br /&gt;Rimos, choramos, contamos piadas e marcelamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246890775050475354-8792164815961295214?l=porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/feeds/8792164815961295214/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/2009/06/somos-poucas-mas-somos-loucas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246890775050475354/posts/default/8792164815961295214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246890775050475354/posts/default/8792164815961295214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/2009/06/somos-poucas-mas-somos-loucas.html' title='Somos poucas, Mas somos loucas!'/><author><name>@Letisfornia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06136737462841445261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/TGvYQYunIDI/AAAAAAAAAdY/dfumCFlqBA4/S220/Imagem+093.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/Spw6fr5zHRI/AAAAAAAAAUw/8qs3-AaaIhU/s72-c/page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246890775050475354.post-2822901369072930284</id><published>2009-05-25T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T10:09:54.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O que faz você feliz?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/Sms8GGkE7NI/AAAAAAAAARM/X5T2mDMD7XQ/s1600-h/Feliz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362445856853519570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/Sms8GGkE7NI/AAAAAAAAARM/X5T2mDMD7XQ/s200/Feliz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Antes de criar esse post fiz uma breve pesquisa, falei com amigos, irmãos de amigos e amigos de amigos, perguntei a todos eles “O que faz você feliz?”.&lt;br /&gt;Recebi vários tipos de respostas. Das mais normais como, meus amigos e minha família, ate as mais estranhas como &lt;em&gt;NADA&lt;/em&gt; me faz feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Perguntei as amigas de sempre, e me disseram que musica e chocolate as faziam felizes.&lt;br /&gt;Perguntei ao vocalista de uma banda, e me disse que subir ao palco o faz feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Perguntei a amigos que via há anos, e me disseram que cócegas a namorada e o &lt;em&gt;PSP&lt;/em&gt; os faziam felizes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Perguntei ao irmão de uma amiga, ele me respondeu que quando alguém o abraça quando precisa, e segundos antes de dormi o faz feliz&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;Perguntei a um cara super badaladeiro, esperei uma resposta normal como meus amigos e minha família, mas ele me surpreendeu dizendo &lt;em&gt;ALCOOL&lt;/em&gt; e &lt;em&gt;SEXO&lt;/em&gt; me fazem feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de todas essas respostas descobri que cada um é feliz de um jeito. E que todos são felizes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;O que faz você feliz? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;A lua, a praia, o mar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;A rua, a saia, amar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Um doce, uma dança, um beijo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ou é a goiabada com queijo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Chocolate, paixão, dormir cedo, acordar tarde,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Arroz com feijão, matar a saudade... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;O aumento, a casa, o carro que você sempre quis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ou são os sonhos que te fazem feliz?&lt;br /&gt;Um filme, um dia, uma semana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Um bem, um biquíni, a grama... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Dormir na rede, matar a sede, ler... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ou viver um romance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Um lápis, uma letra, uma conversa boa,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Um cafuné, café com leite, rir à toa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Um pássaro, ser dono do seu nariz... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ou será um choro que te faz feliz?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;A causa, a pausa, o sorvete, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sentir o vento, esquecer o tempo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;o sal, o sol, um som&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;O ar, a pessoa ou o lugar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Comer morango com a mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Por açúcar no abacate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Brincar com melão, goiaba, romã, jabuticaba&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ou é o gostinho de infância que te faz feliz?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Cuspir sementes de melancia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Falar besteira, ficar sem fazer nada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Plantar bananeira&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ou comer banana amassada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O Que Faz Você Feliz?&lt;br /&gt;Seu Jorge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;alguém que vai abraçá-lo quando ele precisa, sempre que a escuridão, sempre que ele precisar e segundos antes de dormi tem que lembra dele.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(resposta completa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Agradecimento:&lt;br /&gt;Danilo Lacerda&lt;br /&gt;Elza Minaco&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Henrique&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Moura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Priscila Rivas&lt;br /&gt;Renan Fardin&lt;br /&gt;Rodrigo Sindeaux&lt;br /&gt;Samuel Lemos&lt;br /&gt;Thais Gotis&lt;br /&gt;Thiago Gotis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246890775050475354-2822901369072930284?l=porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/feeds/2822901369072930284/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-que-faz-voce-feliz.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246890775050475354/posts/default/2822901369072930284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246890775050475354/posts/default/2822901369072930284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-que-faz-voce-feliz.html' title='O que faz você feliz?'/><author><name>@Letisfornia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06136737462841445261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/TGvYQYunIDI/AAAAAAAAAdY/dfumCFlqBA4/S220/Imagem+093.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/Sms8GGkE7NI/AAAAAAAAARM/X5T2mDMD7XQ/s72-c/Feliz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246890775050475354.post-3414252499373023211</id><published>2009-05-16T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T10:04:51.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De volta ao passado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/Sms7KpnzUHI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/qBrLMF1XD7U/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362444835472232562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/Sms7KpnzUHI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/qBrLMF1XD7U/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se eu pudesse voltar no tempo, seria bem mais feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Correria, brincaria, pularia, giraria não se preocuparia com o futuro, viveria o presente e mais nada!&lt;br /&gt;Daria mais risada, sairia mais com as amigas sem hora pra voltar.&lt;br /&gt;Aproveitaria o dia como se fosse o ultimo.&lt;br /&gt;Comeria tudo que visse pela frente, balas, chocolates, sorvetes, milk shake, pizzas de “N” sabores.&lt;br /&gt;Dançaria ate cair, iria a mais shows, compraria mais roupas.&lt;br /&gt;Amaria mais, declararia mais o meu amor.&lt;br /&gt;Faria muito mais amigos.&lt;br /&gt;Seria mais simpática e talvez mais irritada.&lt;br /&gt;Brigaria mais e fugiria mais de brigas.&lt;br /&gt;Voltaria à infância para ter a sinceridade de uma criança.&lt;br /&gt;Daria mais valor às coisas pequenas da vida, como o sol, o arco-íris, as pequenas joaninhas e os tatus bola.&lt;br /&gt;Mas enquanto a máquina do tempo não é criada me contento em apenas sonhar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246890775050475354-3414252499373023211?l=porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/feeds/3414252499373023211/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/2009/05/de-volta-ao-passado.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246890775050475354/posts/default/3414252499373023211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246890775050475354/posts/default/3414252499373023211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/2009/05/de-volta-ao-passado.html' title='De volta ao passado'/><author><name>@Letisfornia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06136737462841445261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/TGvYQYunIDI/AAAAAAAAAdY/dfumCFlqBA4/S220/Imagem+093.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/Sms7KpnzUHI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/qBrLMF1XD7U/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246890775050475354.post-8715646125401353</id><published>2009-04-08T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T09:34:00.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O que você faria se fosse homem?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/Smsz7nVf58I/AAAAAAAAAQc/XaKQuu3rwfE/s1600-h/brody-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362436880579160002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/Smsz7nVf58I/AAAAAAAAAQc/XaKQuu3rwfE/s320/brody-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Andaria sem camisa, iria para a balada sem hora pra volta, beijaria todas as meninas possíveis sem medo do que vão pensar, jogaria vídeo game o dia inteiro ou não arrumaria a cama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Eu tenho certeza, eu faria tudo junto, que garota nunca penso em ser homem nem se fosse por um dia, em poder sair na rua de bermudão e chinelo, e poder passar aquela cantada furada na mina baranga só pra curti com os amigos? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Que garota nunca teve a vontade de fazer xixi em qualquer lugar sem preocupação de nada? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Que garota nunca acordou descabelada e atrasada para aula e penso se eu fosse homem era só sacudi a cabeça vesti a primeira roupa que visse e pronto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Seu eu fosse homem eu seria um daqueles que são impossíveis de entender, que um dia encheria o saco de todos, no outro nem oi fala, seria o mais chato de todos, irônico, sarcástico e é claro não ligaria no dia seguinte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;EU SERIA O PIOR DE TODOS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246890775050475354-8715646125401353?l=porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/feeds/8715646125401353/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-que-voce-faria-se-fosse-homem.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246890775050475354/posts/default/8715646125401353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246890775050475354/posts/default/8715646125401353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-que-voce-faria-se-fosse-homem.html' title='O que você faria se fosse homem?'/><author><name>@Letisfornia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06136737462841445261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/TGvYQYunIDI/AAAAAAAAAdY/dfumCFlqBA4/S220/Imagem+093.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/Smsz7nVf58I/AAAAAAAAAQc/XaKQuu3rwfE/s72-c/brody-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1246890775050475354.post-5696172688885147624</id><published>2009-01-20T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T13:59:56.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293498310156336786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/SXZIqrv_vpI/AAAAAAAAACI/0li_iAiayDc/s320/clube+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um belo dia num lugar maravilhoso!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não gosto de praia mas amo esse lugar *--*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1246890775050475354-5696172688885147624?l=porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/feeds/5696172688885147624/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/2009/01/um-belo-dia-num-lugar-maravilhoso-no.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246890775050475354/posts/default/5696172688885147624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1246890775050475354/posts/default/5696172688885147624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porumavidacolorida.blogspot.com/2009/01/um-belo-dia-num-lugar-maravilhoso-no.html' title=''/><author><name>@Letisfornia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06136737462841445261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/TGvYQYunIDI/AAAAAAAAAdY/dfumCFlqBA4/S220/Imagem+093.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P9kKJfx7KC0/SXZIqrv_vpI/AAAAAAAAACI/0li_iAiayDc/s72-c/clube+022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
