<?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-8457139063406506561</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:10:16.817-07:00</updated><category term='skype'/><category term='suspense'/><title type='text'>Pérolas e Afins</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umavezenadamais.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457139063406506561/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umavezenadamais.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>perolaseafins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18160770401627851337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457139063406506561.post-7788349305426932267</id><published>2008-11-04T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:28:28.829-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skype'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suspense'/><title type='text'>Suspense</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;unta todo mundo (não, não é para tirar foto). Oito horas na casa de uma delas. Liga a câmera e arruma o microfone ela manda. Suspense. O dia passa devagar, parece que sabe que estamos ansiosas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Começam as apostas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ela vai casar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ela tá grávida, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ela tá grávida e vai casar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Coisa de meninas. 19h30, hora de ir para o ponto de encontro. Computador comigo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Skype conectado. Salada preparada. Cerveja gelada. Ai meu Deus o que ela vai falar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ela não tá on line. Droga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oito em ponto e nada. E agora? Vamos comer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Uma janelinha pula. Ela tá on line. Imagina 4 meninas gritando com uma outra que está longe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Conta. Conta pelo amor.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ela timida, abaixa os olhos, coloca a mão na cara e diz: Vou casar. Na sexta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Queeeeee??????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Como assim? Já? Nem deu tempo dela explicar, passamos a bombardiar de perguntas e perguntas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Como foi? Ele pediu? E o vestido? Aliança?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Depois do fusuê todo ela contou e contou detalhes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Desligamos o skype feliz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Eles merecem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mesmo longe mandamos energias boas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Na sexta-feira as duas horas (horário de lá) uma amiga mudou para o time das casadas. E isso nos deu esperança....ainda temos chances. hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Boa sorte, amiga!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Beijos de todas as inas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457139063406506561-7788349305426932267?l=umavezenadamais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umavezenadamais.blogspot.com/feeds/7788349305426932267/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457139063406506561&amp;postID=7788349305426932267' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457139063406506561/posts/default/7788349305426932267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457139063406506561/posts/default/7788349305426932267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umavezenadamais.blogspot.com/2008/11/suspense.html' title='Suspense'/><author><name>perolaseafins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18160770401627851337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457139063406506561.post-5525364100657179046</id><published>2008-04-22T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T08:40:53.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigas</title><content type='html'>Caracas, que saudades eu estou de não fazer nada com as minhas amigas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É, cada uma novamente tomou um rumo...estamos mais uma vez seguindo por caminhos diferentes...mas tenho certeza que todas se encontram no coração!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buscando a feliciadade...é por essas e outras que eu procuro entender essa distância,mas confesso ( sim momento EMO) que estou sentindo MTAAAA falta do colo de todas, de ouvir as risadas bestas,dos montinhos, das grosserias de algumas,dos "Como assim??!!", Ah,jura?!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SER FELIZ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ser feliz não é ter um céu sem tempestades, caminhos sem acidentes, trabalhos sem fadigas, relacionamentos sem decepções.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser feliz é encontrar força no perdão, esperança nas batalhas, segurança no palco do medo, amor nos desencontros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser feliz não é apenas valorizar o sorriso, mas refletir sobre a tristeza. Não é apenas comemorar o sucesso, mas aprender lições nos fracassos. Não é apenas ter júbilo nos aplausos, mas encontrar alegria no anonimato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser feliz é reconhecer que vale a pena viver a vida, apesar de todos os desafios, incompreensões e períodos de crise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser feliz não é uma fatalidade do destino, mas uma conquista de quem sabe viajar para dentro do seu próprio ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser feliz é deixar de ser vítima dos problemas e se tornar um autor da própria história.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É atravessar desertos fora de si, mas ser capaz de encontrar um oásis no recôndito da sua alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É agradecer a Deus a cada manhã pelo milagre da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser feliz é não ter medo dos próprios sentimentos. É saber falar de si mesmo. É ter coragem para ouvir um "não”. É ter segurança para receber uma crítica, mesmo que injusta. É beijar os filhos, curtir os pais e ter momentos poéticos com os amigos, mesmo que eles nos magoem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser feliz é deixar viver a criança livre, alegre e simples que mora dentro de cada um de nós. É ter maturidade para falar "eu errei".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É ter ousadia para dizer, "me perdoe" é ter sensibilidade para expressar "eu preciso de você".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É ter capacidade de dizer "eu te amo".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejo que a vida se torne um canteiro de oportunidades para você ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que nas suas primaveras você seja amante da alegria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que nos invernos você seja amigo da sabedoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, quando errar o caminho, recomece tudo de novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois assim, você será cada vez mais apaixonado pela vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E descobrirá que...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser feliz não é ter uma vida perfeita. Mas, usar as lágrimas para irrigar a tolerância; usar as perdas para refinar a paciência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usar as falhas para esculpir a serenidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usar a dor para lapidar o prazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usar os obstáculos para abrir as janelas da inteligência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamais desista de si mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamais desista das pessoas que você ama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamais desista de ser feliz, pois a vida é um espetáculo imperdível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E VOCÊS SÃO MAIS DO QUE ESPECIAIS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;* NINA*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457139063406506561-5525364100657179046?l=umavezenadamais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umavezenadamais.blogspot.com/feeds/5525364100657179046/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457139063406506561&amp;postID=5525364100657179046' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457139063406506561/posts/default/5525364100657179046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457139063406506561/posts/default/5525364100657179046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umavezenadamais.blogspot.com/2008/04/amigas.html' title='Amigas'/><author><name>perolaseafins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18160770401627851337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457139063406506561.post-6419786804584751985</id><published>2008-04-16T13:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T13:18:46.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Momentos</title><content type='html'>O que seria do ser humano se não tivessemos momentos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os felizes,tristes,preocupantes,desafiadores,amorosos,raiva, amigos, família... todos esses com sua importancia no presente, a bagagem do passado e a lição do futuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh, mas como seria fácil se na vida pudessemos escolher que tipo de momentos viver...opaaaa certeza que o meu mundinho seria apenas &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;cor de rosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, quer dizer rosa não porque passo por um momento &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;roxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ( que digo de passagem é essa cor predominante da minha perna...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje parando para pensar ( sim, às vezes faço isso!) meus momentos estão divididos em 75% bons, felizes,amigos e os demais... a parte mais difícil de viver a realidade, mas no fundo,no fundo mesmo &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;APENAS NÓS ESCOLHEMOS QUE MOMENTOS TER...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;* Nina * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457139063406506561-6419786804584751985?l=umavezenadamais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umavezenadamais.blogspot.com/feeds/6419786804584751985/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457139063406506561&amp;postID=6419786804584751985' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457139063406506561/posts/default/6419786804584751985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457139063406506561/posts/default/6419786804584751985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umavezenadamais.blogspot.com/2008/04/momentos.html' title='Momentos'/><author><name>perolaseafins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18160770401627851337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457139063406506561.post-6242550045118131314</id><published>2008-04-14T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T11:19:00.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais um ano</title><content type='html'>Pra que ter pancreas?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A pergunta que não quer calar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A gente bebe. bebe e bebe.....mas com fundamento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas um ciclo, mais história e mais coisa que a gente não vai entender (beleza?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amizades novas e amizades velhas, tudo numa coisa só.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A vida é assim MESMO!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 dias de comemoração (ou serão 3?) Tanto faz, o que importa é estar junto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pergunta: tá tudo bem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Resposta: opa, se tá!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E o pancreas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vai bem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ela merece, merece 1 caixa de vinho, um engradado de breja e uma tequila...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ela merece mais.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merece tudo o que está acontecendo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A gente é assim, faz tudo junto (que dizer tudo mesmo até o roxo na perna, oi?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somos assim: MEIO LÁ MEIO CÁ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MEIO NO ZÉ MEIO NO JOÃO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que importa é o junto, o resto a gente compra no mercado negro. Ou não!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É assim, mais uma comemoração, mais breja, mais vinho, mais tequila.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E o Pancreas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tá aqui!!! Pedindo um quero mais....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pq para pessoas como ela a gente sempre tem um pancreas a mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ass: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Lina º&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457139063406506561-6242550045118131314?l=umavezenadamais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umavezenadamais.blogspot.com/feeds/6242550045118131314/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457139063406506561&amp;postID=6242550045118131314' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457139063406506561/posts/default/6242550045118131314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457139063406506561/posts/default/6242550045118131314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umavezenadamais.blogspot.com/2008/04/niver-da-nina.html' title='Mais um ano'/><author><name>perolaseafins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18160770401627851337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457139063406506561.post-4624446528710815892</id><published>2008-03-28T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T14:36:21.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>uma nova experiencia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Pérola do dia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"Eu achava que balada baiana seria mais dificil do que na vila olimpia pra vc...." (Bina para Lina)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Oi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sim, medo da balada de hj!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Fui........fazer chapinha! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Lina °&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457139063406506561-4624446528710815892?l=umavezenadamais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umavezenadamais.blogspot.com/feeds/4624446528710815892/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457139063406506561&amp;postID=4624446528710815892' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457139063406506561/posts/default/4624446528710815892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457139063406506561/posts/default/4624446528710815892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umavezenadamais.blogspot.com/2008/03/uma-nova-experiencia.html' title='uma nova experiencia'/><author><name>perolaseafins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18160770401627851337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457139063406506561.post-5444223986182405959</id><published>2008-03-27T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T14:21:52.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Começando 1, 2 e...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Por onde começar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já sei, vamos nos apresentar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não, melhor não.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ué, pq?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vai que a gente acaba escrevendo sobre alguem conhecido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tá mas a nossa vida é um livrrrro aberrrrto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A sua. A minha não.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beleza (grossa).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vamos ser anônimas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isso, mais emocionante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Vamos falar sobre o cotidiano de algumas amigas, contar pérolas e afins"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eeeee, amei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijotchaumeliga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to ligando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457139063406506561-5444223986182405959?l=umavezenadamais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umavezenadamais.blogspot.com/feeds/5444223986182405959/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457139063406506561&amp;postID=5444223986182405959' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457139063406506561/posts/default/5444223986182405959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457139063406506561/posts/default/5444223986182405959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umavezenadamais.blogspot.com/2008/03/por-onde-comear-j-sei-vamos-nos.html' title='Começando 1, 2 e...'/><author><name>perolaseafins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18160770401627851337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
