<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727219202135247942</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:03:58.321-08:00</updated><category term='preguiça'/><category term='perfeição'/><category term='lindo'/><category term='perder'/><category term='Crepúsculo'/><category term='ócio'/><category term='domingo'/><category term='desabafo'/><category term='amor'/><category term='casamento'/><category term='Twilight'/><category term='solteira'/><category term='família'/><category term='vampiro'/><category term='valor'/><category term='tia'/><category term='arrependimento'/><category term='Edward'/><category term='homens'/><category term='letra e música'/><category term='music and lyrics'/><category term='relações'/><category term='revolta'/><category term='Cullen'/><category term='Robert Pattinson'/><category term='mulheres'/><category term='filme'/><category term='JUCA'/><category term='namorados'/><title type='text'>- Beautiful Disaster -</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dani *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07253219026988067845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/SnusRd2frRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/yAHAhcae698/S220/056.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727219202135247942.post-7539837183138291633</id><published>2010-11-20T18:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T18:48:49.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a quem interessar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://danidaniii.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;http://danidaniii.tumblr.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727219202135247942-7539837183138291633?l=lylastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/feeds/7539837183138291633/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2010/11/quem-interessar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/7539837183138291633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/7539837183138291633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2010/11/quem-interessar.html' title='a quem interessar...'/><author><name>Dani *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07253219026988067845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/SnusRd2frRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/yAHAhcae698/S220/056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727219202135247942.post-1894628385748156170</id><published>2010-11-16T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T09:55:16.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"&gt;"Como é incômodo estar diante de uma pessoa com quem se trocou emoção intensa e depois cruzar e dizer apenas: tudo bem?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Caio Fernando Abreu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cansei dessas emoções descartáveis.&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero o que é seguro. Só quero saber do que pode dar certo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chega de ilusões.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727219202135247942-1894628385748156170?l=lylastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/feeds/1894628385748156170/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2010/11/como-e-incomodo-estar-diante-de-uma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/1894628385748156170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/1894628385748156170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2010/11/como-e-incomodo-estar-diante-de-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07253219026988067845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/SnusRd2frRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/yAHAhcae698/S220/056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727219202135247942.post-8270402381205088490</id><published>2010-10-16T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T14:32:14.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada normal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #d9d2e9; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lareira pra acender,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9d2e9; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9d2e9; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um céu pra se olhar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9d2e9; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E tudo está tranquilo por aqui&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9d2e9; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Você vai me vencer,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9d2e9; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Eu vou me apaixonar.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9d2e9; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Não há mais o que decidir&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9d2e9; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dos nossos lábios todas as palavras&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9d2e9; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nada dizem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9d2e9; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aos nossos olhos tudo que já vimos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9d2e9; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foi vertigem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9d2e9; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E é tudo tão real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9d2e9; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas nada normal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9d2e9; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te lembro e já me sinto ao seu lado,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9d2e9; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No seu mundo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9d2e9; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me identifico com você de um jeito&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9d2e9; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tão profundo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9d2e9; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E é tudo tão real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9d2e9; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas nada normal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9d2e9; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você vai me vencer,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9d2e9; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu vou me apaixonar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9d2e9; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não há mais o que decidir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9d2e9; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dos nossos lábios todas as palavras&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9d2e9; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nada dizem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9d2e9; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aos nossos olhos tudo que já vimos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9d2e9; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foi vertigem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9d2e9; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E é tudo tão real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9d2e9; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas nada normal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9d2e9; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te lembro e já me sinto ao seu lado,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9d2e9; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No seu mundo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9d2e9; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me identifico com você de um jeito&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9d2e9; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tão profundo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9d2e9; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E é tudo tão real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9d2e9; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas nada normal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;- Victor e Léo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devo dizer que já está ficando chata essa história de ficar com alguém e não parar de pensar nessa pessoa por alguns dias e depois, a empolgação vai embora sem deixar vestígios. Muito chato, eu diria!&lt;br /&gt;Mas tem acontecido bastante por aqui.. &lt;br /&gt;Ainda mais nessa última semana, com frio, lareira, edredom e uma boa companhia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, soon it'll be gone. &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/7727219202135247942-8270402381205088490?l=lylastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/feeds/8270402381205088490/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2010/10/nada-normal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/8270402381205088490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/8270402381205088490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2010/10/nada-normal.html' title='Nada normal'/><author><name>Dani *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07253219026988067845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/SnusRd2frRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/yAHAhcae698/S220/056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727219202135247942.post-3891376919914291149</id><published>2010-08-20T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T15:27:23.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>e seja feliz, menina!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/TG8ApnNJw7I/AAAAAAAAAP0/Bh0ymM0ILU8/s1600/feliz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="158" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/TG8ApnNJw7I/AAAAAAAAAP0/Bh0ymM0ILU8/s200/feliz.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Desejo a você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Fruto do mato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Cheiro de jardim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Namoro no portão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Domingo sem chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Segunda sem mau humor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sábado com seu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Filme do Carlitos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Chope com amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Crônica de Rubem Braga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Viver sem inimigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Filme antigo na TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ter uma pessoa especial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E que ela goste de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Música de Tom com letra de Chico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Frango caipira em pensão do interior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ouvir uma palavra amável&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ter uma surpresa agradável&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ver a Banda passar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Noite de lua Cheia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Rever uma velha amizade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ter fé em Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não Ter que ouvir a palavra não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Nem nunca, nem jamais e adeus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Rir como criança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ouvir canto de passarinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sarar de resfriado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Escrever um poema de Amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Que nunca será rasgado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Formar um par ideal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tomar banho de cachoeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Pegar um bronzeado legal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Aprender uma nova canção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Esperar alguém na estação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Queijo com goiabada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Pôr-do-Sol na roça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Uma festa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Um violão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Uma seresta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Recordar um amor antigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ter um ombro sempre amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Bater palmas de alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Uma tarde amena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Calçar um velho chinelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sentar numa velha poltrona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tocar violão para alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ouvir a chuva no telhado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Vinho branco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Bolero de Ravel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E muito carinho meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Síntese de Felicidade (CDA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727219202135247942-3891376919914291149?l=lylastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/feeds/3891376919914291149/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2010/08/e-seja-feliz-menina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/3891376919914291149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/3891376919914291149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2010/08/e-seja-feliz-menina.html' title='e seja feliz, menina!'/><author><name>Dani *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07253219026988067845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/SnusRd2frRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/yAHAhcae698/S220/056.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/TG8ApnNJw7I/AAAAAAAAAP0/Bh0ymM0ILU8/s72-c/feliz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727219202135247942.post-351532176602321373</id><published>2010-07-31T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T20:00:55.826-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mulheres'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desabafo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relações'/><title type='text'>Desabafo</title><content type='html'>Eu sempre fui relutante à ideia de me entregar, de mergulhar de cabeça no que eu chamo de abismo que é a paixão. &lt;br /&gt;Sempre fui incrédula quantos a caras que dizem ligar no dia seguinte, caras carinhosos demais logo de cara. Mas eu não poderia ser assim pra sempre, certo? Afinal, uma hora ou outra Murphy agiria na minha vida, algo daria errado e traria à tona todos aqueles dramas femininos tãao evidentes em "Ele não está tão a fim de você". Já assistiram? Estou me sentindo a própria Gigi - a principal. O fato é que eu sempre achei uma furada trocar o certo pelo duvidoso. E olha eu aqui esperando ansiosamente uma ligação que eu sei que não virá, enquanto tenho um que me liga, me manda msg,&amp;nbsp;quer me ver,&amp;nbsp;fala que eu sou isso, aquilo e tudo mais.. Por que nunca estamos satisfeitas?&lt;br /&gt;E por que eles não ligam quando dizem que vão ligar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APA.&lt;br /&gt;APAPUTAQUEPARIU, viu! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#desabafo ON &lt;br /&gt;bjos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727219202135247942-351532176602321373?l=lylastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/feeds/351532176602321373/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2010/07/mulheres.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/351532176602321373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/351532176602321373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2010/07/mulheres.html' title='Desabafo'/><author><name>Dani *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07253219026988067845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/SnusRd2frRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/yAHAhcae698/S220/056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727219202135247942.post-16457257687365552</id><published>2010-07-02T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T13:24:06.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brasil rumo ao Hexa... desde 2006!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/TC-b8yaxdzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/9hJvi5FqZRY/s1600/JC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/TC-b8yaxdzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/9hJvi5FqZRY/s320/JC.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Só em 2014 agora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Holanda 2 x 1 Brasil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E mais uma vez, o sonho do Hexa é adiado. Milhões de brasileiros tristes. Um silêncio como nunca havia visto desde que começou a Copa. Calaram-se as chamadas vuvuzelas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje foi um dia estranho. A sexta-feira que parecia sábado e o jogo das quartas de final, as malditas quartas, em que até Galvão Bueno ameaçou ser substituído. Mandaram o Cléber Machado pro aquecimento, mas Galvão se recusou a finalmente, calar a boca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A seleção entrou em campo com a camiseta azul, que eu particularmente não gosto. Parece que confio menos neles quando não estão de amarelo. Gramado feio, Mick Jagger na torcida. Acho que o universo não estava conspirando a favor da seleção tupiniquim hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Então, Robinho faz um gol que foi anulado. Depois faz outro gol antes dos 20 minutos. Pronto, mais uma coisa estranha. Nessa Copa a seleção tava demorando pra acordar. Parecia que tinha que pegar no tranco, aí vinham 2, 3 gols... E quando a Holanda fez os seus 2 gols que lhe deram a vitória, o Brasil viu a taça indo pra longe, beeeeem longe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Foi um dia dramático. Na hora fiquei triste, mas não consigo chorar por 22 milionários. Assim como também não consigo ficar xingando todo mundo. Pra mim, Júlio César ainda é o melhor goleiro do mundo, Lúcio ainda é O CARA, Kaká ainda é lindo e estava crescendo com o passar do tempo... E Dunga sempre foi meu anão preferido. Me diverti horrores com seu mau humor, com suas tiradas na imprensa. Ele pode ter errado na convocação ou podia ter arriscado mais hoje, mas não tenho nada contra. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não se pode ganhar sempre. O Brasil está tão acostumado a ganhar que, quando perde, começa a xingar Deus e o mundo a procura de culpados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A verdade é que eu fiquei mais triste quando vi Gana perder pro Uruguai do jeito que perdeu. Por mais incrível que pareça, acreditem. Jogo emocionante, dramático, com uma cobrança de pênalti no último minuto, que parecia que definiria a partida, mas não definiu nada. Esse jogo me fez ver bem o que é o futebol. Nada é garantido, não existe jogo ganho. Especialmente nessa Copa, a Copa das zebras, tudo pode acontecer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Agora que o Brasil veio pra casa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O Brasil pode voltar a trabalhar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Podem tirar as bandeirinhas dos seus carros, pois é óbvio que o patriotismo é só de 4 em 4 anos, né Brasil?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Vamos pedir pro Mick Jagger assistir ao jogo da Argentina;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E vamos voltar à vida normal, porque todos eles estão com a vida ganha, nós não. Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Enfim, 2014 já já chega. E eu espero que o hexa venha dessa vez. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;==&amp;gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Ganhando ou Perdendo, sou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: lime;"&gt;Brasil&lt;/span&gt; até o fim! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727219202135247942-16457257687365552?l=lylastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/feeds/16457257687365552/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2010/07/brasil-rumo-ao-hexa-desde-2006.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/16457257687365552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/16457257687365552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2010/07/brasil-rumo-ao-hexa-desde-2006.html' title='Brasil rumo ao Hexa... desde 2006!'/><author><name>Dani *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07253219026988067845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/SnusRd2frRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/yAHAhcae698/S220/056.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/TC-b8yaxdzI/AAAAAAAAAPs/9hJvi5FqZRY/s72-c/JC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727219202135247942.post-3863686706223636316</id><published>2010-06-12T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T20:09:46.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Considerações sobre o JUCA</title><content type='html'>Noite fria de um sábado à noite, em casa. Além de tudo, é dia dos namorados. O fatídico dia em que tudo que se vê são corações, comerciais fofos e filmes mamão com açúcar na TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, Who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há exatamente uma semana eu estava me arrumando pra última balada do JUCA, já triste porque voltaria pra casa no dia seguinte... E, OhMyGod, o que é o JUCA? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aliás, o que é qualquer reunião de milhares de jovens regadas a álcool, música, pegação e outras coisitas más... É o apocalipse, eu diria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os pais deixam seus filhos irem a esses eventos acreditando que “Ah, pai, são quatro dias de jogos. Eu vou pra torcer, claro. De noite, tem festinha pra gente ir, mas é beeeeeem de boa. Fica tranqüilo aí.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mal sabem eles que as suas menininhas estão gritando e dançando “Sexo PUC, PUC sexo!” nas arquibancadas, ônibus e ruas por aí.. - juro que eu imaginei todo mundo descendo do ônibus, indo ao encontro dos seus pais, cantando a música da Xereca. Hahaha. Hilário!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foram quatro dias praticamente sem dormir, sem comer direito, sem tomar banho direito.. Juro que quando comi algo mais saudável, até doeu a barriga. E que saudades de sair do alojamento e ir pra casa da vó tomar banho e rir muito das pérolas ditas na sala. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade de rir 24h por dia! Sério, eu ria até dormindo ouvindo as besteiras que o povo fala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Raul, eu quero te ver nu!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The beck is on the floor.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Isso é o demôonio!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Vc tá nu?” “To te esperando, meu bem.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Se vc tomar Sukita, eu te dou um sokito.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Posso tocar até rock, porque eu estudo no COC.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sabe oq eu gosto? Joselitagem! E libertinagem!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Tá no lugar certo.. Fala um pouco mais alto que você vai ver.. haha”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Só sei que TEM MUITOS TIRASSSSS.. Achei que era mentiiiiiraaaaaaa... “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre muuitas outras pérolas.&lt;br /&gt;Isso sem contar as musiquinhas que não me saem da cabeça! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, conheci gente muito legal, muito engraçada. Adorei os jogos, as baterias, as torcidas, as baladas.. Balada do meio foi meio decadente pra mim, maaaaaas quem não tem uma história boa pra contar pros netos não é feliz! Né não? Hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adorei muuito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUCA 2011, chega logo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bjoos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727219202135247942-3863686706223636316?l=lylastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/feeds/3863686706223636316/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2010/06/consideracoes-sobre-o-juca.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/3863686706223636316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/3863686706223636316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2010/06/consideracoes-sobre-o-juca.html' title='Considerações sobre o JUCA'/><author><name>Dani *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07253219026988067845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/SnusRd2frRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/yAHAhcae698/S220/056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727219202135247942.post-2496904573485079686</id><published>2010-05-30T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T17:53:52.252-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='domingo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='namorados'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solteira'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='família'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JUCA'/><title type='text'>Dia 12 tá aí...</title><content type='html'>... E DAÍ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tem uma coisa que eu odeio é alguém me dizendo que eu devo namorar. "Nossa, tá na hora de você namorar já." . Pior do que isso, só aquelas tias que acham que só porque não levamos ninguém em nenhuma reunião de família, somos necessariamente aquelas que ficam pra titia e que nunca vão casar. &lt;br /&gt;Namorado tá difícil sim, mas nem tanto. O difícil é arranjar um que se encaixe nos nossos anseios. E que nos satisfaçam, que superem nossas expectativas e que venham num cavalo branco. Tá, essa última parte não. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só estou postando pra dizer que, pela primeira vez em muito tempo, eu estou pouco me f*dendo pro Dia dos Namorados. Por que? Porque a vida de solteira tá ótima, porque eu tenho que estudar e porque o JUCA TÁ AÍ pra resolver os problemas! hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Além do mais, quem liga pro Dia dos Namorados quando a Copa se inicia dois dias antes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Danidaniii"&gt;beijometwitta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727219202135247942-2496904573485079686?l=lylastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/feeds/2496904573485079686/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2010/05/dia-12-ta-ai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/2496904573485079686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/2496904573485079686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2010/05/dia-12-ta-ai.html' title='Dia 12 tá aí...'/><author><name>Dani *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07253219026988067845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/SnusRd2frRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/yAHAhcae698/S220/056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727219202135247942.post-8524056496333791163</id><published>2010-05-26T12:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T12:03:24.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>Pergunte ;) &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/danidaniii" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/danidaniii&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727219202135247942-8524056496333791163?l=lylastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/feeds/8524056496333791163/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2010/05/formspringme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/8524056496333791163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/8524056496333791163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2010/05/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Dani *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07253219026988067845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/SnusRd2frRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/yAHAhcae698/S220/056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727219202135247942.post-8380486228285968801</id><published>2010-04-27T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T18:10:51.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll be back soon. :)&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/7727219202135247942-8380486228285968801?l=lylastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/feeds/8380486228285968801/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2010/04/ill-be-back-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/8380486228285968801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/8380486228285968801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2010/04/ill-be-back-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07253219026988067845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/SnusRd2frRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/yAHAhcae698/S220/056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727219202135247942.post-3294353342092209089</id><published>2010-04-27T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T18:12:01.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Não da pra esquecer teus olhos nem todos os beijos que você me dá,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não da pra esquecer o cheiro e o ouro do cabelo a me iluminar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida passa tão sem graça mas quando você tá perto fica tudo bem,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu corro a 200/hra mais se é pra te ver mais cedo, eu posso ir bem mais além,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofro e morro todo dia vivendo essa agonia que me tira a paz,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia te levo comigo e de saudades suas eu não choro mais,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem tem amor assim distante não tem o bastante pra sobreviver,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra todo mal da minha vida pra curar qualquer ferida meu remédio é você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727219202135247942-3294353342092209089?l=lylastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/feeds/3294353342092209089/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2010/04/nao-da-pra-esquecer-teus-olhos-nem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/3294353342092209089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/3294353342092209089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2010/04/nao-da-pra-esquecer-teus-olhos-nem.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07253219026988067845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/SnusRd2frRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/yAHAhcae698/S220/056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727219202135247942.post-6829549618849619987</id><published>2010-03-22T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T15:53:42.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para refletir</title><content type='html'>Eis aqui um texto que recebi por e-mail e chorei ao lê-lo. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Só observando !&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O pastor de uma igreja decidiu observar as pessoas que entravam para orar. &lt;br /&gt;A porta se abriu e um homem de camisa esfarrapada adentrou pelo corredor central. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;O homem se ajoelhou, inclinou a cabeça, levantou-se e foi embora.. &lt;br /&gt;Nos dias seguintes, sempre ao meio-dia, a mesma cena se repetia. &lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que se ajoelhava por alguns instantes, deixava de lado uma marmita. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  A curiosidade do pastor crescia e também o receio de que fosse um assaltante, então decidiu aproximar-se e perguntar o que fazia ali. &lt;br /&gt;O velho homem disse que trabalhava numa fábrica, num outro bairro da cidade e que se chamava Jim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disse que o almoço havia sido há meia hora atrás e que reservava o tempo restante para orar, que &lt;br /&gt;ficava apenas alguns momentos  porque a fábrica era longe dali. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E disse a oração que fazia: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Vim aqui novamente, Senhor, só pra lhe dizer quão feliz eu tenho sido desde que nos tornamos amigos e que o Senhor me livrou dos meus pecados. Não sei bem como devo orar, mas eu penso em você todos os dias. &lt;br /&gt;Assim, Jesus, hoje estou aqui, só observando.' &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O pastor, um tanto aturdido, disse que ele seria sempre bem-vindo e que viesse à igreja sempre que desejasse. &lt;br /&gt;'É hora de ir' - disse Jim sorrindo. &lt;br /&gt;Agradeceu e dirigiu-se apressadamente para a porta.&lt;br /&gt;O pastor ajoelhou-se diante do altar, de um modo como nunca havia feito antes.  &lt;br /&gt;Teve então, um lindo encontro com Jesus. Enquanto lágrimas escorriam por seu rosto, ele repetiu a oração do velho homem...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'Vim aqui novamente, Senhor, só pra lhe dizer quão feliz eu tenho sido desde que nos tornamos amigos e que o Senhor me livrou dos meus pecados. Não  sei bem como devo orar mas penso em você todos os dias. Assim, Jesus, hoje estou aqui, só observando.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Certo dia, o pastor notou que Jim não havia aparecido. &lt;br /&gt;Percebendo que sua ausência se estendeu pelos dias seguintes, começou a ficar preocupado. Foi à fábrica perguntar por ele e descobriu que estava enfermo. &lt;br /&gt;Durante a semana em que Jim esteve no hospital, a rotina da enfermaria mudou. Sua alegria era contagiante. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chefe das enfermeiras, contudo, não pôde entender porque um homem tão simpático como Jim não recebia flores, telefonemas, cartões de amigos, parentes... Nada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Ao encontrá-lo, o pastor colocou-se ao lado de sua cama. Foi quando Jim ouviu o comentário da enfermeira: &lt;br /&gt;- Nenhum amigo veio pra mostrar que se importa com ele. Ele não deve ter ninguém com quem contar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Parecendo surpreso, o velho virou-se  para o pastor e disse com um largo sorriso: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A enfermeira está enganada, ela não sabe, mas desde que estou aqui, sempre ao meio-dia ELE VEM! Um querido amigo meu, que se senta bem junto a mim, Ele segura minha mão, inclina-se em minha direção e diz: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;  'Eu vim só pra lhe dizer quão feliz eu sou desde que nos tornamos amigos. Gosto de ouvir sua oração e penso em você todos os dias. Agora sou eu quem o está observando.... e cuidando!'  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727219202135247942-6829549618849619987?l=lylastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/feeds/6829549618849619987/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2010/03/para-refletir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/6829549618849619987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/6829549618849619987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2010/03/para-refletir.html' title='Para refletir'/><author><name>Dani *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07253219026988067845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/SnusRd2frRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/yAHAhcae698/S220/056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727219202135247942.post-8376541624723922634</id><published>2010-03-22T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T14:12:13.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Pra você guardei o amor que nunca soube dar..&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;música viciante!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1y7popBnOc8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIIIINDA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depois eu volto aii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/danidaniii"&gt;@danidaniii&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727219202135247942-8376541624723922634?l=lylastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/feeds/8376541624723922634/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2010/03/pra-voce-guardei-o-amor-que-nunca-soube.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/8376541624723922634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/8376541624723922634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2010/03/pra-voce-guardei-o-amor-que-nunca-soube.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07253219026988067845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/SnusRd2frRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/yAHAhcae698/S220/056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727219202135247942.post-138908971052197348</id><published>2010-03-21T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T18:37:29.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#porradaniele!</title><content type='html'>quando digo que estou tendo problemas na parte amorosa da minha vida, ninguém acredita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mais ainda, que não consigo nem escrever mais, pois não sei sobre o que falar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#porradaniele2x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727219202135247942-138908971052197348?l=lylastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/feeds/138908971052197348/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2010/03/porradaniele.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/138908971052197348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/138908971052197348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2010/03/porradaniele.html' title='#porradaniele!'/><author><name>Dani *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07253219026988067845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/SnusRd2frRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/yAHAhcae698/S220/056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727219202135247942.post-2763485421937907133</id><published>2010-02-17T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T18:15:24.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAUDADE dói, dói, dói..</title><content type='html'>e machuca o coração! Pior ainda é sentir saudade do que poderia ter sido. Daquilo que não foi por razões concretas e que não podem ser mudadas a curto prazo. enfim, o que fica é a lembrança. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's still a little bit of your taste in my mouth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's still a little bit of you laced with my doubt&lt;br /&gt;It's still a little hard to say what's going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's still a little bit of your ghost your witness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's still a little piece of your face I haven't kissed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You step a little closer each day&lt;br /&gt;Still I can't see what's going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stones taught me to fly&lt;br /&gt;Love taught me to lie&lt;br /&gt;Life taught me to die&lt;br /&gt;So it's not hard to fall&lt;br /&gt;When you float like a cannonball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's still a little bit of your song in my ear&lt;br /&gt;There's still a little bit of your words I long to hear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You step a little closer to me&lt;br /&gt;So close that I can't see what's going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que fique bem claro que os últimos 2 posts e esse aqui são direcionados a 3 pessoas diferentes.. aheuaheuhaua&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727219202135247942-2763485421937907133?l=lylastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/feeds/2763485421937907133/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2010/02/saudade-doi-doi-doi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/2763485421937907133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/2763485421937907133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2010/02/saudade-doi-doi-doi.html' title='SAUDADE dói, dói, dói..'/><author><name>Dani *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07253219026988067845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/SnusRd2frRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/yAHAhcae698/S220/056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727219202135247942.post-8851768335454566573</id><published>2010-02-12T14:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T14:32:42.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu queria muito que tudo voltasse a ser como era há anos. &lt;br /&gt;Porra, tive as férias mais perfeitas e bem aproveitadas da minha vida, estava tão feliz. Queria muito ter ficado por lá mesmo, como diz meu irmão. Pelo menos eu não chatearia a vida das pessoas ao meu redor... e não me chatearia com elas. Especialmente com um.&lt;br /&gt;É difícil ver o quanto as pessoas podem mudar pra pior e decepcionar aqueles que os amam demais. Todo dia eu sinto que levam um pedacinho de mim. Todo dia eu vejo que toda essa situação tem sérias conseqüências na minha vida. Por mais que eu tente me enganar dizendo que não, tem sim. As piores possíveis. Aí eu vejo todo mundo viajando pra comemorar o carnaval e não sinto a menor vontade de pular, dançar, gritar.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que não tem mais jeito. &lt;br /&gt;Ou te corto de vez da minha vida, o que é impossível, ou perco um pedacinho de mim a cada dia e choro mesmo sabendo que não adianta mais... &lt;br /&gt;De ambos os jeitos, eu sofro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727219202135247942-8851768335454566573?l=lylastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/feeds/8851768335454566573/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2010/02/eu-queria-muito-que-tudo-voltasse-ser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/8851768335454566573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/8851768335454566573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2010/02/eu-queria-muito-que-tudo-voltasse-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07253219026988067845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/SnusRd2frRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/yAHAhcae698/S220/056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727219202135247942.post-8604919046936583672</id><published>2009-12-29T20:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T19:09:56.861-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revolta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>não sei porque</title><content type='html'>nosso amor não pôde ser diferente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 tá aí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to say goodbye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabou a palhaçada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaah, revolta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727219202135247942-8604919046936583672?l=lylastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/feeds/8604919046936583672/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2009/12/nao-sei-porque.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/8604919046936583672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/8604919046936583672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2009/12/nao-sei-porque.html' title='não sei porque'/><author><name>Dani *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07253219026988067845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/SnusRd2frRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/yAHAhcae698/S220/056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727219202135247942.post-5933725278536070574</id><published>2009-12-24T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T06:43:04.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/SzN9x2LsdrI/AAAAAAAAANY/gvKFEqdP6iE/s1600-h/Merry_Christmas_Hot_Guy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 156px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/SzN9x2LsdrI/AAAAAAAAANY/gvKFEqdP6iE/s200/Merry_Christmas_Hot_Guy.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418813071968466610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E um MARAVILHOSO 2010! ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727219202135247942-5933725278536070574?l=lylastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/feeds/5933725278536070574/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2009/12/e-um-maravilhoso-2010-d.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/5933725278536070574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/5933725278536070574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2009/12/e-um-maravilhoso-2010-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07253219026988067845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/SnusRd2frRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/yAHAhcae698/S220/056.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/SzN9x2LsdrI/AAAAAAAAANY/gvKFEqdP6iE/s72-c/Merry_Christmas_Hot_Guy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727219202135247942.post-6449278780311775243</id><published>2009-11-25T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T16:28:01.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>viver numa cápsula não é bom.</title><content type='html'>A minha vida inteira eu sempre fui muito desconfiada de tudo e todos. Eu só não sabia que eu seria capaz de multiplicar essa desconfiança ao longo da vida. É que as coisas simplesmente acontecem, fazendo com que eu acredite cada dia menos no valor das pessoas. &lt;br /&gt;Estamos na era dos relacionamentos descartáveis, de pessoas descartáveis, de sentimentos perdidos, do egoísmo. Uma época em que ninguém dá valor a ninguém. Ninguém se preocupa com os sentimentos dos outros e isso acaba criando um sentimento de “ah, se ele não liga, pq eu vou ligar?”. E é assim que corações são quebrados, amizades são desfeitas, famílias se separam... Tá certo que nem todo mundo é assim, mas como separar o joio do trigo? &lt;br /&gt;O que acontece é que as pessoas acabam se fechando nos seus próprios mundos, impedindo que outros entrem. É bem como disse alguém não importante, “meu mundo ta fechado pra visitação”. Por muitos anos, esse foi o meu lema de vida. E quando eu percebi que eu não queria mais viver assim, eu tive medo. Medo que vem diminuindo com o tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que passo a confiar em alguém ou a me importar demais, acho que essa pessoa, mais cedo ou mais tarde, vai me machucar. Mas aí é que ta: eu não posso fazer nada a respeito disso. Eu mudei muito nos últimos anos, por incrível que pareça, a mudança se intensificou depois de um porre que eu tomei em que me foram ditas muitas verdades sobre o meu modo de viver e as chances que desperdicei. E eu agradeço o meu primo por ter enchido meus ouvidos com coisas que eu só pude entender depois da ressaca. &lt;br /&gt;Sim, as pessoas vão me machucar. Mas não é por isso que eu tenho que ter medo delas. Cada decepção é uma lição de vida, mesmo que muito dolorosa. Acabo por aprender com os erros dos outros e tentar viver de um modo melhor. &lt;br /&gt;Foi quando eu resolvi deixar uma brecha na minha ‘cápsula-mundo’, que eu descobri que poderia me aproveitar disso e ser mais feliz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727219202135247942-6449278780311775243?l=lylastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/feeds/6449278780311775243/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2009/11/viver-numa-capsula-nao-e-bom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/6449278780311775243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/6449278780311775243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2009/11/viver-numa-capsula-nao-e-bom.html' title='viver numa cápsula não é bom.'/><author><name>Dani *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07253219026988067845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/SnusRd2frRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/yAHAhcae698/S220/056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727219202135247942.post-365410305997789945</id><published>2009-10-14T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T17:58:26.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E o Sol voltou...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Depois de umas semanas tristes e nubladas, eu voltei. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Voltei pra minha vida normal, voltei ao que sempre fiz, voltei pra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Um final de semana inteiro de festa. Um feriado de festa. Uma semana sem aula, algumas horas com alguém que me faz bem e mal...&lt;br /&gt;Sexta é a festa da Mayara e vai ser muuuuuito bom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu só espero continuar assim.&lt;br /&gt;sem aquela sensação de desânimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bjo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727219202135247942-365410305997789945?l=lylastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/feeds/365410305997789945/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2009/10/e-o-sol-voltou.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/365410305997789945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/365410305997789945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2009/10/e-o-sol-voltou.html' title='E o Sol voltou...'/><author><name>Dani *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07253219026988067845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/SnusRd2frRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/yAHAhcae698/S220/056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727219202135247942.post-3119550026858614474</id><published>2009-09-30T16:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T16:07:58.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not okay.&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/7727219202135247942-3119550026858614474?l=lylastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/feeds/3119550026858614474/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-not-okay.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/3119550026858614474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/3119550026858614474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-not-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07253219026988067845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/SnusRd2frRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/yAHAhcae698/S220/056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727219202135247942.post-3844170582645923540</id><published>2009-09-30T11:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T11:23:33.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Acordei sabendo que a média seria de 18ºC, mas parecia menos. Hoje não foi um dia muito bom.&lt;br /&gt;Passei o dia inteiro com dor de cabeça, fui mal em Farmacobotânica e Física. Fui arrumar meu bilhete único, que tinha parado de funcionar. Aquele vento gelado batendo na minha cabeça afetou meu humor. Estou sem vontade de fazer coisa alguma. Pra completar, dei uma de “Isabella Swan” e quase caí 3 vezes. Uma ao sair do elevador na facul, outra na rua e outra ao entrar no ônibus.&lt;br /&gt;Acho que já estou de saco cheio. Quero que esse ano termine logo. Quero férias. Quero ócio novamente.&lt;br /&gt;Cansei. De tudo e todos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¬¬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Droga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bjs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727219202135247942-3844170582645923540?l=lylastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/feeds/3844170582645923540/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2009/09/acordei-sabendo-que-media-seria-de-18c.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/3844170582645923540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/3844170582645923540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2009/09/acordei-sabendo-que-media-seria-de-18c.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07253219026988067845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/SnusRd2frRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/yAHAhcae698/S220/056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727219202135247942.post-3804822373927325890</id><published>2009-09-02T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T15:01:20.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eu odeio calor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Odeio calor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Odeio ter que andar até o ponto de ônibus, andar da estação até a faculdade, do ponto de ônibus à minha casa nesse Sol de Mangabeira. (pra quem não sabe, Mangabeira é o c* do mundo e é onde eu passei muitas férias e ainda pretendo passar... e lá é MUITO calor!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Acontece que eu não odeio o Sol, apenas odeio o calor, odeio ficar suada, cansada, desanimada. Esse tempo afeta muito meu humor. Principalmente na minha viagem de ida e volta da faculdade e/ou quando sou obrigada a ficar cozinhando num jaleco quase a manhã inteira. A sorte é que estou indo de carro pro curso de inglês e na sala tem ar condicionado. Thanks God! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mas, como ódio não é um sentimento que combina muito comigo, eu estou melhor agora, ouvindo Queen. &lt;em&gt;'I want to break free! I want to break free!'&lt;/em&gt; ♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post curto mesmo, vou tomar banho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bjs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727219202135247942-3804822373927325890?l=lylastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/feeds/3804822373927325890/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2009/09/eu-odeio-calor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/3804822373927325890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/3804822373927325890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2009/09/eu-odeio-calor.html' title='eu odeio calor'/><author><name>Dani *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07253219026988067845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/SnusRd2frRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/yAHAhcae698/S220/056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727219202135247942.post-3099474044956151893</id><published>2009-08-22T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T16:24:01.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Geeeente, preparar um seminário e uma monografia sobre um assunto que nem as maiores bibliotecas tem muitas informações.. é foda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAH, vou ficar doida!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727219202135247942-3099474044956151893?l=lylastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/feeds/3099474044956151893/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2009/08/geeeente-preparar-um-seminario-e-uma.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/3099474044956151893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/3099474044956151893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2009/08/geeeente-preparar-um-seminario-e-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07253219026988067845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/SnusRd2frRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/yAHAhcae698/S220/056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727219202135247942.post-4581444266056619956</id><published>2009-08-16T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T21:09:45.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>adorei.. hahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que o mar vire cerveja e os homens tira gosto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;que a fonte nunca seque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e que a nossa sogra nunca se chame Esperança,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;porque Esperança é a última que morre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que os nossos homens nunca morram viúvos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e que nossos filhos tenham pais ricos e mães gostosas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que Deus abençoe os homens bonitos, e os feios se tiver tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Deus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu vos peço sabedoria para entender um homem, amor para perdoá-lo e paciência pelos seus atos, porque Deus, se eu pedir força, eu bato nele até matá-lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Um brinde...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aos que temos, aos que tivemos e aos que teremos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Um brinde também aos namorados que nos conquistaram, aos trouxas que nos perderam e aos sortudos que ainda vão nos conhecer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que sempre sobre, que nunca nos falte e que a gente dê conta de todos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Amém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Homens são como um bom vinho. Todos começam como uvas, e é dever da mulher pisoteá-los e mantê-los no escuro até que amadureçam e se tornem uma boa companhia para o jantar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;tirado &lt;a href="http://meninasmaldosas.blogspot.com/"&gt;daqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bjinhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727219202135247942-4581444266056619956?l=lylastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/feeds/4581444266056619956/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2009/08/adorei-hahaha.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/4581444266056619956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/4581444266056619956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2009/08/adorei-hahaha.html' title='adorei.. hahaha'/><author><name>Dani *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07253219026988067845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/SnusRd2frRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/yAHAhcae698/S220/056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727219202135247942.post-3814603718782664970</id><published>2009-08-09T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T21:12:51.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>all the things he said&lt;br /&gt;all the things he said&lt;br /&gt;running through my head&lt;br /&gt;running through my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dia dos pais? NADA a declarar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727219202135247942-3814603718782664970?l=lylastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/feeds/3814603718782664970/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2009/08/all-things-he-said-all-things-he-said.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/3814603718782664970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/3814603718782664970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2009/08/all-things-he-said-all-things-he-said.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07253219026988067845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/SnusRd2frRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/yAHAhcae698/S220/056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727219202135247942.post-8558451583577206083</id><published>2009-08-06T15:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T15:33:54.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>N</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/SntZ6BQBEAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/wMkMf5IQtUU/s1600-h/20678324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/SntZ6BQBEAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/wMkMf5IQtUU/s200/20678324.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366982234244976642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div face="verdana" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" id="cabecalho" class="cor_2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Composição: Nando Reis&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;E agora, o que eu vou fazer?&lt;br /&gt;Se os seus lábios ainda estão molhando os lábios meus?&lt;br /&gt;E as lágrimas não secaram com o sol que fez?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;E agora como posso te esquecer?&lt;br /&gt;Se o seu cheiro ainda está no travesseiro?&lt;br /&gt;E o seu cabelo está enrolado no meu peito?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Espero que o tempo passe&lt;br /&gt;Espero que a semana acabe&lt;br /&gt;Pra que eu possa te ver de novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Espero que o tempo voe&lt;br /&gt;Para que você retorne&lt;br /&gt;Pra que eu possa te abraçar&lt;br /&gt;E te beijar&lt;br /&gt;De novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;E agora, como eu passo sem te ver?&lt;br /&gt;Se o seu nome está gravado no&lt;br /&gt;Meu braço como um selo?&lt;br /&gt;Nossos nomes que tem o "N"&lt;br /&gt;Como um elo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;E agora como posso te perder?&lt;br /&gt;Se o teu corpo ainda guarda o&lt;br /&gt;Meu prazer?&lt;br /&gt;E o meu corpo está moldado com o teu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Espero que o tempo passe&lt;br /&gt;Espero que a semana acabe&lt;br /&gt;Pra que eu possa te ver de novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Espero que o tempo voe&lt;br /&gt;Para que você retorne&lt;br /&gt;Pra que eu possa te abraçar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Espero que o tempo passe&lt;br /&gt;Espero que a semana acabe&lt;br /&gt;Pra que eu possa te ver de novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Espero que o tempo voe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  E que você retorne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  Pra que eu possa te abraçar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  E te beijar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  De novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  De novo...de novo...de novo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente viciada nessa música! Liiiinda!&lt;br /&gt;E me faz lembrar de alguém... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bjs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727219202135247942-8558451583577206083?l=lylastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/feeds/8558451583577206083/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2009/08/n.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/8558451583577206083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/8558451583577206083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2009/08/n.html' title='N'/><author><name>Dani *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07253219026988067845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/SnusRd2frRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/yAHAhcae698/S220/056.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/SntZ6BQBEAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/wMkMf5IQtUU/s72-c/20678324.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727219202135247942.post-483995862873959831</id><published>2009-08-02T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T23:27:13.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Já dizia Drummond...</title><content type='html'>"Ser feliz sem motivo é a forma mais autêntica de felicidade."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sabem, eu concordo com ele e estou sentindo isso ultimamente.&lt;br /&gt;Uma felicidade que vem de dentro.&lt;br /&gt;Embora eu esteja cansada de não ter o que fazer, estou muito animada com tudo e feliz demais.&lt;br /&gt;Parece que bebo umas caipirinhas todo dia ao acordar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A única coisa ruim de estar assim é o medo disso acabar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas não se deve pensar nisso. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bjs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727219202135247942-483995862873959831?l=lylastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/feeds/483995862873959831/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2009/08/ja-dizia-drummond.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/483995862873959831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/483995862873959831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2009/08/ja-dizia-drummond.html' title='Já dizia Drummond...'/><author><name>Dani *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07253219026988067845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/SnusRd2frRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/yAHAhcae698/S220/056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727219202135247942.post-2191214248399233170</id><published>2009-07-31T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T14:20:59.718-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ócio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preguiça'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Quando eu achava que estava prestes a sair do ócio e voltar à rotina de sempre... Descobri que tenho mais duas semanas de férias. Ou seja, vou ter aulas até o natal. Que delííciaaa! ¬¬'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Maldita gripe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Tirando isso, estou ótima. Apesar das confusões e rolos da minha vida, eu estou me sentindo bem esses dias. Bem pra caralho! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;E tá, eu não tenho muito o que falar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;bjos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727219202135247942-2191214248399233170?l=lylastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/feeds/2191214248399233170/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2009/07/quando-eu-achava-que-estava-prestes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/2191214248399233170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/2191214248399233170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2009/07/quando-eu-achava-que-estava-prestes.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07253219026988067845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/SnusRd2frRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/yAHAhcae698/S220/056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727219202135247942.post-7847374112983501968</id><published>2009-07-28T18:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T18:18:57.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>é incrível a capacidade que algumas pessoas tem de me IRRITAR PROFUNDAMENTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frase de domingo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nossa, qq eu fiz?&lt;br /&gt;- NASCEU, porra!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrrrrrrghhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te odeio tanto que chego a amar... ¬¬'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vou jogar umas coisas na parede agora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727219202135247942-7847374112983501968?l=lylastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/feeds/7847374112983501968/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2009/07/e-incrivel-capacidade-que-algumas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/7847374112983501968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/7847374112983501968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2009/07/e-incrivel-capacidade-que-algumas.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07253219026988067845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/SnusRd2frRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/yAHAhcae698/S220/056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727219202135247942.post-322726666566536898</id><published>2009-07-20T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T21:00:22.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu, meu e meu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Estou escrevendo pela primeira vez de um computador só meu, um que faz jus ao nome de Personal Computer. Nada de dividir PC ou de esperar a boa vontade de alguém para terminar meus relatórios ou apenas jogar conversa fora... aiai, tão booom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Além disso, voltei a ser morena (mais do que nunca) e estou realmente me sentindo. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Não sei bem o que escrever... mas enfim..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;boa noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;beijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727219202135247942-322726666566536898?l=lylastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/feeds/322726666566536898/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2009/07/meu-meu-e-meu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/322726666566536898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/322726666566536898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2009/07/meu-meu-e-meu.html' title='Meu, meu e meu!'/><author><name>Dani *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07253219026988067845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/SnusRd2frRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/yAHAhcae698/S220/056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727219202135247942.post-7836255153661402762</id><published>2009-07-14T17:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T17:06:25.850-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampiro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cullen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edward'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfeição'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lindo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crepúsculo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robert Pattinson'/><title type='text'>ô lá em casa!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ai, Jesus, me abana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu me rendo... sou apaixonada por Robert Pattinson desde os tempos do frangote Cedrico Diggory! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Meu sonho de consumo, objeto de desejo e admiração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ai, ai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HPJDbraCmh4&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HPJDbraCmh4&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727219202135247942-7836255153661402762?l=lylastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/feeds/7836255153661402762/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-la-em-casa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/7836255153661402762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/7836255153661402762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-la-em-casa.html' title='ô lá em casa!!!'/><author><name>Dani *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07253219026988067845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/SnusRd2frRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/yAHAhcae698/S220/056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727219202135247942.post-4797425903512938385</id><published>2009-07-10T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T09:16:06.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fidelidade (ou falta de)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pegando uma carona nesse último post e nas coisas que eu vejo e vivo diariamente, vamos falar de fidelidade. Eu só namorei uma vez na minha vida e essa palavra não fazia parte do vocabulário do dito-cujo. Mas esse namoro foi uma prova de que todo mundo um dia vai ser corno e de que 'aqui se faz, aqui se paga'.&lt;br /&gt;No caso, eu paguei. Isso porque antes dele eu estava, digamos, do outro lado. Vamos chamá-lo de X.&lt;br /&gt;X até hoje é uma incógnita pra mim, um caso a ser estudado. Digo isso porque se tem alguém que deve ser considerada a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rainha dos chifres&lt;/span&gt;, esse alguém é a namorada dele. Somos amigos e eu já perguntei porque ele simplesmente não termina e vai curtir sua vida de solteiro, mas ele nunca sabe me responder. Tenho pena dela. Ele não atende seus telefonemas e, quando atende, mente. Quando ela vai viajar com os pais ou com os amigos, ele passa o fim de semana de boate em boate com seus primos e amigos solteiros, com as "primas" e as amantes. E o pior de tudo: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ela nem desconfia&lt;/span&gt;! Como pode??&lt;br /&gt;Nós não somos amigas, em algum tempo fomos até rivais (sim, eu fui a outra por muito tempo e na maior cara de pau, com direito a ir na casa dele no aniversário, ao casamento do irmão, à lan house onde ele trabalhava antes...), mas eu sinto pena dela... Assim como toda a minha família que, de alguma forma, é ligada com a família dele. E no dia que ela descobrir tudo, ela vai sofrer demais, porque, como eu disse, é muita filhadaputagem!&lt;br /&gt;Recadinho pra ela, vai... D, abre o olhoooo, menina!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bjos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727219202135247942-4797425903512938385?l=lylastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/feeds/4797425903512938385/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2009/07/pegando-uma-carona-nesse-ultimo-post-e.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/4797425903512938385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/4797425903512938385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2009/07/pegando-uma-carona-nesse-ultimo-post-e.html' title='Fidelidade (ou falta de)'/><author><name>Dani *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07253219026988067845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/SnusRd2frRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/yAHAhcae698/S220/056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727219202135247942.post-8198670821440416151</id><published>2009-07-10T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:57:43.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama e Sarkozy "perdem o foco"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://news.google.com.br/news/url?sa=t&amp;amp;ct2=pt-BR_br%2F0_0_s_0_2_aa&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNFrmPoL-i7hlQD2z1VvQWB1aFK-6A&amp;amp;cid=1309514638&amp;amp;ei=42NXSpjODY6Q9QTn8_eCAg&amp;amp;rt=SEARCH&amp;amp;vm=STANDARD&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Foglobo.globo.com%2Fmundo%2Fmat%2F2009%2F07%2F09%2Fjovem-brasileira-de-17-anos-virou-cabeca-de-obama-durante-cupula-do-8-na-italia-756761665.asp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/SldkGp0sV5I/AAAAAAAAALQ/rdvvLzJU0ZU/s320/4444.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356860347249350546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu achei hilária essa foto. Acho que alguém vai apanhar em casa, hein?! hauhauaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727219202135247942-8198670821440416151?l=lylastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/feeds/8198670821440416151/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2009/07/obama-e-sarkozy-perdem-o-foco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/8198670821440416151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/8198670821440416151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2009/07/obama-e-sarkozy-perdem-o-foco.html' title='Obama e Sarkozy &quot;perdem o foco&quot;'/><author><name>Dani *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07253219026988067845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/SnusRd2frRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/yAHAhcae698/S220/056.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/SldkGp0sV5I/AAAAAAAAALQ/rdvvLzJU0ZU/s72-c/4444.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727219202135247942.post-5187293705737779360</id><published>2009-07-01T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T21:15:44.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falando em Michael Jackson...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/Skw0Ut14RII/AAAAAAAAALI/LkCgFJU4nqI/s1600-h/michael.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 106px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/Skw0Ut14RII/AAAAAAAAALI/LkCgFJU4nqI/s320/michael.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353711587544286338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só porque eu gostei da tira. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727219202135247942-5187293705737779360?l=lylastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/feeds/5187293705737779360/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2009/07/falando-em-michael-jackson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/5187293705737779360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/5187293705737779360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2009/07/falando-em-michael-jackson.html' title='Falando em Michael Jackson...'/><author><name>Dani *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07253219026988067845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/SnusRd2frRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/yAHAhcae698/S220/056.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/Skw0Ut14RII/AAAAAAAAALI/LkCgFJU4nqI/s72-c/michael.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727219202135247942.post-7350134788990320882</id><published>2009-07-01T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T19:14:40.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ODEIO quarta-feira de jogo do Corinthians!&lt;br /&gt;ODEIO domingo de jogo do Corinthians!&lt;br /&gt;ODEIO qualquer dia em que se fale do Corinthians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pronto, falei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e vai passar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respira, 1, 2, 3...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727219202135247942-7350134788990320882?l=lylastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/feeds/7350134788990320882/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2009/07/odeio-quarta-feira-de-jogo-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/7350134788990320882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/7350134788990320882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2009/07/odeio-quarta-feira-de-jogo-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07253219026988067845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/SnusRd2frRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/yAHAhcae698/S220/056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727219202135247942.post-6023209052201719783</id><published>2009-06-29T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T20:10:25.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Férias!</title><content type='html'>Estou de férias desde sábado e feliz, apesar de algumas coisas que só acontecem comigo... ¬¬'&lt;br /&gt;Sábado fui a um casamento que foi muito divertido, por sinal. Ontem comi muuuuuuito e estou me sentindo meio culpada.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje fui ao cinema com a &lt;a href="http://porlari.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lari&lt;/a&gt;, assistimos &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K_Go2raghqo"&gt;Jean Charles&lt;/a&gt; e eu gostei, apesar da injustiça e tals...&lt;br /&gt;Então, Michael Jackson morreu, tem uma campanha pra colocar o #forasarney nos TT's do &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/danidaniii"&gt;twitter&lt;/a&gt;, mais um avião caiu no mar e eu to assistindo CQC. C'est la vie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho muito o que falar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou me sentindo estranha esses dias. Sentimento sem nome, sabe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fico por aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727219202135247942-6023209052201719783?l=lylastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/feeds/6023209052201719783/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2009/06/ferias.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/6023209052201719783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/6023209052201719783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2009/06/ferias.html' title='Férias!'/><author><name>Dani *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07253219026988067845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/SnusRd2frRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/yAHAhcae698/S220/056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727219202135247942.post-5078732156374945222</id><published>2009-06-25T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T07:56:42.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E quando eu estiver triste,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;Simplesmente me abrace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727219202135247942-5078732156374945222?l=lylastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/feeds/5078732156374945222/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2009/06/e-quando-eu-estiver-triste.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/5078732156374945222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/5078732156374945222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2009/06/e-quando-eu-estiver-triste.html' title='E quando eu estiver triste,'/><author><name>Dani *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07253219026988067845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/SnusRd2frRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/yAHAhcae698/S220/056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727219202135247942.post-5193293519097854277</id><published>2009-06-24T12:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T12:26:37.425-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music and lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letra e música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filme'/><title type='text'>Way Back Into Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I've been living with a shadow overhead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; I've been sleeping with a cloud above my bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; I've been lonely for so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Trapped in the past, I just can't seem to move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; I've been hiding all my hopes and dreams away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Just in case I ever need 'em again someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; I've been setting aside time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; To clear a little space in the corners of my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; I can't make it through without a way back into love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; I've been watching but the stars refuse to shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; I've been searching but I just don't see the signs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; I know that it's out there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; There's got to be something for my soul somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; I've been looking for someone to shed some light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Not somebody just to get me through the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; I could use some direction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; And I'm open to your suggestions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; I can't make it through without a way back into love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; And if I open my heart again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; I guess I'm hoping you'll be there for me in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; There are moments when I don't know if it's real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Or if anybody feels the way I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; I need inspiration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Not just another negotiation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; I can't make it through without a way back into love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; And if I open my heart to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; I'm hoping you'll show me what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; And if you help me to start again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; You know that I'll be there for you in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727219202135247942-5193293519097854277?l=lylastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/feeds/5193293519097854277/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2009/06/way-back-into-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/5193293519097854277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/5193293519097854277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2009/06/way-back-into-love.html' title='Way Back Into Love'/><author><name>Dani *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07253219026988067845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/SnusRd2frRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/yAHAhcae698/S220/056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727219202135247942.post-8335463019046619998</id><published>2009-06-24T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T10:26:56.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quase</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Estou quase de férias, quase motorista, quase 100% na faculdade, quase gripada... Quase!&lt;br /&gt;Logo eu que sempre abominei essa palavra, fui acometida de um surto de Quase na minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Mas a culpa é minha. O fato de eu estar quase de férias se deve a um relatório que eu deixei atrasar. Eu ser uma quase-motorista então, nem se fala! Quanta enrolação pra tirar uma licença pra dirigir! E quase 100% na faculdade porque depois de uma nota que eu vi hoje, eu só tenho uma coisa a dizer: aimeudeusdocéu, HELP! O bom é que eu sei que tudo isso se resolve. E eu realmente espero que essa onda de "quase" passe e eu volte a ser inteira. Até porque se isso não passar, logo minha mãe me matará - inteiramente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bjs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727219202135247942-8335463019046619998?l=lylastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/feeds/8335463019046619998/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2009/06/quase.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/8335463019046619998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/8335463019046619998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2009/06/quase.html' title='Quase'/><author><name>Dani *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07253219026988067845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/SnusRd2frRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/yAHAhcae698/S220/056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727219202135247942.post-6741971427572890596</id><published>2009-06-22T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T08:01:43.838-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arrependimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='casamento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filme'/><title type='text'>O Casamento do meu Melhor Amigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Não fui à faculdade hoje e estou aqui assistindo "O casamento do meu melhor amigo", a típica história do arrependimento de uma mulher que sempre teve um homem aos seus pés e só resolve dar valor depois que ele resolve se casar. A partir daí, ela resolve acabar de vez com essa história e trazê-lo de volta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já vi esse filme antes, em DVD e também na vida real. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Por que será que as pessoas só dão valor quando perdem?&lt;br /&gt;Vejo isso acontecer todos os dias, inclusive comigo - acreditem - mais de uma vez. O que será que acontece? Acho que a sensação de perder algo que, digamos, era seu, faz as pessoas acordarem para seus verdadeiros sentimentos. Pode também ser só uma vontade imensa de ganhar e recuperar o que era "seu". De um jeito ou de outro, a vontade de voltar ao passado e refazer as coisas é incontrolável. O problema é que ainda não descobrimos um jeito de voltar no tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meu caso, acredito que foi medo de me entregar e me prender a alguém... Acabei deixando com que outra chegasse e ocupasse um lugar que não foi meu porque eu nunca assumi o posto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, as pessoas sentem medo, são inseguras e algumas até gostam de parecer fortes e independentes. O fato é que, uma hora ou outra, vc vai sentir falta de alguém e perceber que esse alguém não está mais lá, causa um arrependimento gigantesco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É por isso que eu resolvi me arrepender só do que não fiz. E querem saber? Por enquanto, está funcionando muito bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só espero conseguir abrir os olhos para uma oportunidade da próxima vez, antes que ela vá embora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bjooss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Cena clássica do filme, em que os personagens cantam Say a little pray for you. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ceUwjQ2tGMY"&gt;Assista!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727219202135247942-6741971427572890596?l=lylastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/feeds/6741971427572890596/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-casamento-do-meu-melhor-amigo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/6741971427572890596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/6741971427572890596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-casamento-do-meu-melhor-amigo.html' title='O Casamento do meu Melhor Amigo'/><author><name>Dani *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07253219026988067845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/SnusRd2frRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/yAHAhcae698/S220/056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727219202135247942.post-2683708950598143347</id><published>2009-06-21T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T11:18:11.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Bom, eu voltei. E voltei com um blog novo.&lt;br /&gt;Tecnicamente, esse deveria ser o primeiro post. Mas é que eu já havia criado esse blog, só me faltava o ânimo para escrever. E ele veio.&lt;br /&gt;É o 3º da minha história 'bloguística' e representa mais uma fase na minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Espero que esse eu consiga continuar e escrever... heheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é domingo e eu não gosto muito disso. Estou sozinha em casa com meu irmão e dois primos. Tipo dando uma de babá. Hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa eu ir antes que eles derrubem a casa...&lt;br /&gt;beijoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727219202135247942-2683708950598143347?l=lylastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/feeds/2683708950598143347/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/2683708950598143347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/2683708950598143347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Dani *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07253219026988067845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/SnusRd2frRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/yAHAhcae698/S220/056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727219202135247942.post-3559521017960710117</id><published>2009-06-20T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T13:45:51.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu já disse que sou APAIXONADA pela fonte Verdana?  (Tá, isso foi useless. :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabou hoje a minha terrível semana de provas. Tive 8 provas! Três foram hoje...&lt;br /&gt;Prova prática de primeiros socorros? Eu acho que eu deixei o boneco morrer, viu?! hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois, encontrei pessoas e fiquei impressionada com a minha capacidade de reconhecer os olhos de uma pessoa no meio da multidão. De saber que ele está por perto.&lt;br /&gt;Isso é incrível!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só tenho mais uma prova e um relatório que ficou atrasado.. Depois, FÉRIAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou melhor dizendo: Descansar, tirar a carta, ajudar no EJC, ler e arrancar os dentes do ciso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaah, mas hoje eu vou dormir taaanto! Ainda mais com essa programação da TV. Só futebol?! EU HEIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to indo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beeijo !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727219202135247942-3559521017960710117?l=lylastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/feeds/3559521017960710117/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2009/06/eu-ja-disse-que-sou-apaixonada-pela.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/3559521017960710117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/3559521017960710117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2009/06/eu-ja-disse-que-sou-apaixonada-pela.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07253219026988067845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/SnusRd2frRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/yAHAhcae698/S220/056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727219202135247942.post-3020883918357385379</id><published>2009-05-21T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T16:34:29.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so, I still don't have an idea for a name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go back to the time when I used to write and read a lot..  I was so happier by that time.&lt;br /&gt;hhahahaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727219202135247942-3020883918357385379?l=lylastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/feeds/3020883918357385379/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-i-still-dont-have-idea-for-name.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/3020883918357385379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/3020883918357385379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-i-still-dont-have-idea-for-name.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07253219026988067845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/SnusRd2frRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/yAHAhcae698/S220/056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727219202135247942.post-5888399893074225225</id><published>2009-04-25T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T16:56:10.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tá certo que eu nunca postei aqui e que eu não posto nem no meu outro blog... mas me deu uma vontade de voltar a escrever !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7727219202135247942-5888399893074225225?l=lylastar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/feeds/5888399893074225225/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2009/04/ta-certo-que-eu-nunca-postei-aqui-e-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/5888399893074225225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7727219202135247942/posts/default/5888399893074225225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylastar.blogspot.com/2009/04/ta-certo-que-eu-nunca-postei-aqui-e-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Dani *</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07253219026988067845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WotAsJJSw8g/SnusRd2frRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/yAHAhcae698/S220/056.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
