<?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-3717870585092511985</id><updated>2012-02-24T06:43:12.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life on Mars  ?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>115</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-7744388543759401138</id><published>2012-01-02T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T16:36:11.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mudanças</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;1 de Janeiro de 2006&lt;/i&gt; - Depois de passar a virada com os amigos da igreja, eu deito na cama e fico pensando no ano que passou, e no dia que amanheceria em algumas horas. Até então eu tinha pra mim que o primeiro dia do ano era uma coisa extraordinária, como se fosse a chance que todos esperavam pra mudar, começar uma dieta, tomar um rumo na vida, começar mais uma etapa acadêmica, mas percebi que o dia que amanheceria seria só mais um dia, que as pessoas raramente mudam alguma coisa nas suas vidas, e que toda a festa, o auê e fogos eram meramente simbólicos, não havia mudança nenhuma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;1 de Janeiro de 2007&lt;/i&gt;- Eu chorava de alegria pelas promessas (que nunca foram cumpridas no fim das contas). E realmente acreditava que seria um ano melhor, que haveria mudanças, que as coisas seriam diferentes, pelo menos na minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;1 de Janeiro de 2008&lt;/i&gt;- Foi bem um trauma. Ter que dizer não pra alguém que cared so much about me, e ter que admitir pra mim mesma que todas as esperanças do último 1 de Janeiro ainda estavam ardendo dentro de mim. Não houve mudança nenhuma, nada foi feito a respeito. E eu chorava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;1 de Janeiro de 2009&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;- Eu tinha fugido das lembranças do 1 de Janeiro anterior e acabei por deslocada num lugar familiar. Chorei e vi que eu ainda não tinha mudado tanto como eu achava, mas percebia que já era mais que hora de fazer isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;1 de Janeiro de 2010&lt;/i&gt;- Acho que nunca chorei tanto (inspirador, nao?!). Sem esperanças de um ano melhor, sem ninguém pra chorar junto, sem nada to run away from. Me sentia inerte, forçada a viver do mesmo jeito, sem que nada me impactasse e me fizesse mudar de idéia, de rumo, sem perspectivas, com muita mudança geográfica, mas nada significante o bastante pra mudar minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;1 de Janeiro de 2011&lt;/i&gt;- Melhor virada da minha vida. Um sonho realizado ao ver e sentir a banda que gosto tanto tão perto e com tanta intensidade, e trazendo palavras que me fizeram sentir melhor em relação a tudo. Eu já sentia minha vida mudando, lenta e definitivamente. Uma lágrima de emoçao ao ve-los entrar no palco foi logo detida pela minha vontade de mudar as coisas, quebrar essa repetição de todos os anos, mudar a maneira de começar um dia novo, de um ano novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;1 de Janeiro de 2012&lt;/i&gt;- Feliz. Morrendo de rir de perguntas idotas, e conversas com os amigos. Mudando o decorrer das últimas semanas, que não foram as melhores. Falando sem pensar, pensando antes de fazer. Resolvendo continuar com as deicisões tomadas durante o ano, decidida a aceitar as mudanças que virão com essas decisões.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é no ano novo que fazemos decisões, e tomamos atitudes revolucionárias pras nossa vidas. As comemoraçoes são, sim, simbólicas. &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Todo dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; é um dia novo, todo dia é uma nova chance de começar de novo, de tomar decisões e atitudes revolucionárias, pode não ser no 1 de Janeiro, o ano tem 365 dias, e a gente ainda tem uma vida toda pela frente pra decidir o que queremos da nossa vida, pra descobrir o que Deus quer da nossa vida, pra deixar coisas ruins pra trás e fechar cicatrizes, parar de fugir, pra começar a viver, e a sorrir, e a se divertir com as pessoas que estão ao seu redor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MORAL:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Legal mesmo seria poder soltar fogos, comer peru, e tomar champagne todos os dias e que todo dia seguinte fosse feriado!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-FM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-7744388543759401138?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/7744388543759401138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/7744388543759401138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2012/01/mudancas.html' title='Mudanças'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-4185757886641743507</id><published>2011-09-30T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T08:43:20.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eu decidi que hoje</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;não vou falar da minha vida amorosa (although i might get there at some point).&lt;br /&gt;to lendo um livro do Rob Bell, "Valvet Elvis", e o capítulo de ontem a noite falava sobre aqueles momentos na nossa vida que se tornam muito maiores quando você percebe a presença de Deus. Eu fiquei pensando "será que eu já tive um desses?" aí eu lembrei dessa vista:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_0GB0A3XiDw/ToXXpjnAAcI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/4RdQ9X94NGs/s1600/IMG_5816.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_0GB0A3XiDw/ToXXpjnAAcI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/4RdQ9X94NGs/s320/IMG_5816.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Isso foi em Londres, com o grupo da escola; eu acho que ninguém percebeu o que eu percebi, &amp;nbsp;todo mundo tava com pressa porque a gente tinha que encontrar a outra parte do grupo em alguns minutos, mas quando eu olhei pro lado e vi isso eu não me segurei e tive que tirar uma foto. O que não dá pra perceber na foto, mas que eu sentia quando parei, é o calor do sol. Eu me senti parte do cenário, como se essa luz que vinha na minha direção, estivesse me puxando pra dentro dessa dinâmica, como se fosse a mistura perfeita do material, da natureza e do homem. Um momento que se tornou muito maior quando eu percebi que só existe um alguém que consegue equilibrar todas essas coisas, só Ele holds it all together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E ainda antes dessa viagem quando minha "gêmea de pensamentos", as we call each other, foi se despedir de mim... só nós duas no meu quarto, não falando de nada muito importante, mas no fundo sabendo que depois daquele dia só Deus sabe quando vamos nos encontrar again. Uma certa tristeza, mas como se as coisas estivessem normais. Ela ficou em casa por uns 20 minutos, foi lá só pra falar tchau, fui com ela até o estacionamento, e aquele ultimo olhar que ela me deu, fez com que eu percebesse como Deus foi bom de ter colocado uma pessoa tão especial quanto ela na minha vida.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;quando ele me abraçou por 10 minutos (i told you i'd get there), e ficamos enrolando pra falar tchau por &amp;nbsp;duas horas e depois quando disse "always" antes de ir embora, percebi o quanto Deus foi bom de ter feito tudo aquilo acontecer, percebi que Deus realmente responde nossas orações no tempo e no jeito Dele. Um momento que já era de grande significância, se torna ainda maior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Somente Ele faz as coisas acontecerem, somente Ele consegue que coisas tão distintas coexistam. Só Nele encontramos as coisas que fazem nossos momentos se tornarem maiores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MORAL:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"Because it isnt just concerts and surfing and the high points, and it isnt just those beautiful moments in the midst of the everyday and mundane; it is also in the tragic and the gut-wrenching&amp;nbsp;moments when we cannot escape the simple fact that&lt;b&gt; there is way more going on around us than we realize&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;i&gt;Rob Bell&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.FM&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&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/3717870585092511985-4185757886641743507?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/4185757886641743507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/4185757886641743507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2011/09/eu-decidi-que-hoje.html' title='eu decidi que hoje'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_0GB0A3XiDw/ToXXpjnAAcI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/4RdQ9X94NGs/s72-c/IMG_5816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-355648927030298162</id><published>2011-05-06T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T19:13:16.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- acho que cheguei num ponto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;que eu não consigo mais focar em uma coisa só.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;meu cérebro já parou de funcionar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;não consigo falar frases que façam sentido em português e muito menos em inglês.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;as vezes depois que eu falo alguma coisa pra alguém durante a aula eu penso "AHHHNNN, e você ainda diz que sabe falar inglês?"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; (pior ainda quando eu to falando com o T.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;os problemas bobinhos de física fazem menos sentido do que antes, e o pior: nem o google me ajuda mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;não consigo aumentar minha nota na aula de culinária e aquele C+ que eu tirei naquela prova me persegue até hoje. (tenho outra prova na segunda. tô morrendo de medo!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;esse negócio do sol nascer as 6 da manhã tá tirando meu sono já que fui abençoada com um quarto de duas janelas e não consigo dormir em ambientes claros. Acordo uma hora antes do necessário e me cubro até a cabeça pra ver se consigo me esconder da luz. needless to say que não adianta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;na escola os dias são iguais. E não é exagero. As mesmas aulas todos os dias. mesmo grupo no almoço, mesmos amigos pedindo lição, mesmo troxa tentando fazer graça e escondendo a huge insegurança que existe dentro dele, mesma felicidade e nervosismo de falar com o T, mesmas risadas besteirentas com o grupo da aula de culinária, mesma paciência com os freshmen do studyhall.Eu chego em casa e não ter nada pra fazer me consome. Eu acho que eu deveria ler a Bíblia. Eu tenho saudade do verão, quando as coisas tavam indo tao bem. Eu lia a Bíblia todos os dias e se nã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;o lia eu sentia um vazio enorme. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;talvez o mesmo que eu sinto agora.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;As aulas começaram e eu não tinha mais tempo. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(sn: esse ano já li todos os livros do harry potter e pelo menos dois livros relacionados, já li dois livros pra escola, e um que é pra escola mas eu pude escolher, entao é mais por prazer do que dever.)&lt;/span&gt; e não é que eu não queira, mas minha negligência anda falando muito alto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E eu que já tinha esquecido o que é largar uma vida em outro canto do mundo, começo a relembrar how it feels: caixas pra todo lado, o sentimento de não fazer mais nada com mais ninguém, já que logo eu vou embora e as coisas nunca mais vão ser do jeito que são hoje. E esse incômodo dentro de mim que não quer deixar as coisas pra trás. Não quero deixar os melhores anos da minha vida pra trás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Eu que sentia falta de trabalhar e de ter alguma coisa pra fazer de tarde, me arrependo de ter me comprometido com um trabalho depois do primeiro dia de serviço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu que já sabia o que queria fazer depois do colegial encontro dúvida. as coisas pareciam tao fáceis de serem feitas quando elas tavam longe de acontecer. agora me deparo com o medo, a insegurança e a mudança de planos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu que de tanto prender pensamentos, prendi quem sou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu que de tanto me conformar e ser feliz solteira, não quero me prender a mais ninguém.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu que mesmo conformada e feliz e não querendo me prender a mais ninguém, me prederia ao T sem nenhuma objeção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Me pergunto se esse não fosse o caso. Se eu não tivesse voltando pra casa, se eu não tivesse que mergulhar de cabeça no conhecido que já é desconhecido, se eu tivesse aplicado e sido aceita em alguma faculdade aqui, se eu fosse roommate da Josephine, tivesse perto dos amigos daqui, das coisas que eu conheço agora, das coisas que são confortáveis. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Será que eu me sentiria melhor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Será que eu conseguiria viver por mais tempo longe de todo mundo? será que eu conseguiria aguentar os julgamentos de alguns (poucos) dos meus amigos por ter ficado?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;eu acho que sim.&lt;/span&gt; será que eu ia me sentir culpada de ficar aqui ao invés de voltar pro grupo de jovens, pras programações de fim de semana, pros amigos de escola, pros irmãos na fé? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;eu acho que nã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"em paz, eu digo o que eu sou: o antigo do que vai adiante. sem mais, eu fico onde estou, prefiro continuar distante"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;(Nando Reis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.FM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-355648927030298162?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/355648927030298162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/355648927030298162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2011/05/acho-que-cheguei-num-ponto.html' title='- acho que cheguei num ponto'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-3866577188317392242</id><published>2010-11-22T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T17:34:33.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- seria mais fácil</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;se não fizesse uns dois anos que eu não converso com você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;seria mais fácil se nós ainda tivéssemos alguma coisa em comum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;seria mais fácil se eu sentisse falta do que já foi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;seria mais fácil se eu tivesse alguma coisa que eu quisesse te contar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;seria mais fácil se eu não tivesse me afastado e me acomodado longe de você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;seria mais fácil se eu não te culpasse tanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;seria mais fácil se eu tivesse percebido antes que você é um ser humano normal, e nunca foi um herói.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;seria mais fácil se eu fosse mais tolerante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;seria mais facil se eu admitisse a culpa dessa separação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;seria mais fácil se todo esse benefício&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;(que não parecia me beneficiar no começo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;que você me deu &amp;nbsp;não tivesse me beneficiado tanto e me deixado tão confusa agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;seria mais fácil se nós conseguissemos controlar nossos extremos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;seria mais fácil se nós nos entendessemos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;seria mais fácil se eu não me sentisse obrigada a ser grata a tudo que você faz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;seria mais fácil...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;seria mais fácil se você não fosse, pela genética, laços e pela vontade de Deus, quem você é.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;.FM.&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/3717870585092511985-3866577188317392242?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/3866577188317392242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/3866577188317392242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2010/11/seria-mais-facil.html' title='- seria mais fácil'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-1572511727457104292</id><published>2010-10-31T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T09:59:00.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- "man is a giddy thing"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 30px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;"You know what sucks? Realizing that everything you believe in is complete and utter bullshit”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 30px;"&gt;(quotes from "Sigh no more" by M&amp;amp;S and "500 days of summer",&amp;nbsp;respectively)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 30px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 30px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 30px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;"you are not alone in this, as &lt;u&gt;brothers&lt;/u&gt; we will stand and we'll hold your hand." &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;("Timshel"-M&amp;amp;S)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 30px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 30px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;.FM.&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/3717870585092511985-1572511727457104292?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/1572511727457104292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/1572511727457104292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2010/10/man-is-giddy-thing.html' title='- &quot;man is a giddy thing&quot;'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-8347929304492524404</id><published>2010-08-03T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T08:38:51.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no fim das contas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;nao era nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;nao sinto saudades, nao sinto mais nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;penso em coisas BEM antigas, e sonhos nunca realizados, um pouco de vontade de que eles se realizem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;penso que já fez um ano desde aquele telefonema, e as palavras que saiam sem muito pensar, e as lágrimas que caiam, sinto que faria tudo de novo, e que ainda quero te-lo perto de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;aquele vazio disfarçado, saiu do disfarce e dói...ARDE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;mesmo me aproximando Dele, e tendo certeza de que tudo isso vai ter o fim que Ele sabe que é melhor pra mim, eu nao consigo diminuir esse sentimento de necessidade, de carencia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;queria ter amigos por perto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;amigos de verdade. os que eu venho fazendo meu melhor pra ajudar, e sempre fizeram com que eu me sentisse melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;preciso de um lugar agitado, pra desviar meus pensamentos, preciso parar de ter medo dos planos que estao em andamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;nao aguento mais gente falsa ao meu redor, nao aguento mais a distancia das pessoas em quem eu confio, nao aguento expectativa pro ultimo ano de escola, ou pras fotos que tenho que tirar, nao aguento mais nao fazer mais nada além de trabalhar, e essa vontade de nao querer fazer nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;quero mudar, quero crescer, quero aproveitar mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;eu sei, misturo muitas coisas pequenas e acabo fazendo uma bola de neve!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;.FM.&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/3717870585092511985-8347929304492524404?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/8347929304492524404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/8347929304492524404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2010/08/no-fim-das-contas.html' title='no fim das contas'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-890617001552793765</id><published>2010-07-05T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T12:44:57.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- acho que é muito complexo pra mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;eu nao tenho mais certeza de nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;sei que me pego pensando em voce pelos motivos mais simples, morro de saudade do teu sorriso, sinto alguma coisa estranha quando vejo que respondes recados de outras pessoas, e sinto uma coisa mais estranha ainda quando vejo que viesses falar comigo mas eu nao tava aqui pra te responder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;eu acho que sinto sua falta, mas nao sinto uma necessidade de te ver, só te sinto muito longe, muito fora de alcance, queria saber o que andas fazendo, com quem tens saído, se também sentes falta de mim, e sinto que te quero mais perto, mas nao sei se te quero comigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;já pedi sinais, sonhos, qualquer coisa que me ajude a ter mais certeza das coisas, mas tudo que vem só me deixa mais confusa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;acho que a melhor coisa a fazer é esperar que voltes, esperar pra ver se também sentiu minha falta, colocar a amizade divertida em dia e ver onde vai dar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"it's been a while and now your smile is almost like a memory, but soon you'll be back and i'll be fine because you'll be with me and i think i might be in love with you"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Kate Nash -adaptado)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;.FM.&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/3717870585092511985-890617001552793765?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/890617001552793765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/890617001552793765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2010/07/acho-que-e-muito-complexo-pra-mim.html' title='- acho que é muito complexo pra mim'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-6712168893197431798</id><published>2010-06-11T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T14:24:53.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- to cansada</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;cansada de ver bandinhas que não sabem nada de música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;cansada de ver gente que paga pau pra essas bandas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;cansada de ver guria se descabelando por vampiro que elas nem sabiam que exista até um tempinho atras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;cansada de ver filmes ruins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;cansada de esquecer se a palavra é com SS ou Ç; J ou G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;cansada de não poder ver os primeiro momentos da Copa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;cansada de ver gente que acha que causa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;cansada de TENTAR ser veggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;cansada de não achar música boa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;cansada de estar longe de casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;cansada de sentir calor e não poder mergulhar no mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;cansada de não ter nada pra fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;cansada de sentir saudades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;cansada de ver gente falsa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;cansada de assumir trabalhos em grupo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;cansada de ler em inglês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;cansada de ficar deprê porque ele foi pra casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;cansada de não saber o que eu sinto por ele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;cansada de não saber o que acontece an vida daquele outro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;cansada de esperar que essa curiosidade suma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;cansada de ficar no sofá o dia inteiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;cansada de me cansar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;cansada de escrever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.FM.&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/3717870585092511985-6712168893197431798?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/6712168893197431798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/6712168893197431798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2010/06/to-cansada.html' title='- to cansada'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-1143713265871943189</id><published>2010-05-12T07:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T07:25:58.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- oi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;to na aula de informatica, e to indo pra capela agoriiinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Yooooopi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;adora dias de capela =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ser'a que meu T toca hoje? HMMM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;.FM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-1143713265871943189?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/1143713265871943189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/1143713265871943189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2010/05/oi.html' title='- oi'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-1123101572498921730</id><published>2010-05-06T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T09:13:34.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-to descendo o morro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;com um côco na mão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;rola ou nao rola?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;ai, nosso first date :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;.FM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-1123101572498921730?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/1123101572498921730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/1123101572498921730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2010/05/to-descendo-o-morro.html' title='-to descendo o morro'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-3537292792911705198</id><published>2010-04-09T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T20:45:55.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>por um tempo eu até acreditei</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;que os nicks eram pra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;pelo jeito que vinhas falar comigo, pelas coisas que falavas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;só ignorava o jeito que sumias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;agora que já percebi que não tem, nem nunca teve alguma coisa pra mim eu sinto um vazio dentro de mim. ou melhor, o vazio aumenta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;não tem uma música que eu escute que não me faça lembrar de ti, de nós, do que se passa agora entre a gente, e do que já passou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;não sei de onde surgiu essa saudade, e essa vontade de você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;desde aquela véspera do meu aniversário eu nem pensava em você, te ignorava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;mas depois disso tudo voltou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;deve ter sido pela vontade de dividir contigo a minha alegria, ou então aplicar em ti a vontade de fazer alguma coisa dar certo (nós paramos no meio do caminho, retomar a caminhada não seria difícil).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;estou às vésperas do meu aniversário mais uma vez e a vontade não passa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;e hoje, eu encontrei um&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; foto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ah! como eu queria uma foto nossa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;deixei as que tenho em casa com o intuito de te tirar da minha cabeça,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;e me arrependi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;tudo que restou foi um sentimento confuso. tem horas que&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;te amo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;que quero que sejamos felizes, e que as coisas dem certo pra nós. outras horas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;te odeio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; quero que te afogues nos seus vícios, e que essas meninas fáceis que você arranja te deixem em mil pedaços. tem horas que eu simplismente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;não sinto nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; aceito o que aconteceu, e que temos que seguir em frente, e que quando eu escuto músicas que me fazem pensar em você eu canto junto, como se elas não me fizessem lembrar de nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;difícil é estar como estou agora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;te amando, te odiando e não sentindo nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;. quero ser feliz contigo, ainda espero que apanhe muito, e aceito o que aconteceu. e aí quando eu ouço aquelas músicas, eu apenas canto, mas com saudade, esperando que ouças também e sinta dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&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-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/S7_YDqitY2I/AAAAAAAAATY/UoH15BZdcWA/s1600/xisxis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/S7_YDqitY2I/AAAAAAAAATY/UoH15BZdcWA/s320/xisxis.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458318830867407714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/S7_BxATCecI/AAAAAAAAATQ/-9cxRJaoCZc/s1600/xisxis.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.FM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/3717870585092511985-3537292792911705198?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/3537292792911705198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/3537292792911705198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2010/04/por-um-tempo-eu-ate-acreditei.html' title='por um tempo eu até acreditei'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/S7_YDqitY2I/AAAAAAAAATY/UoH15BZdcWA/s72-c/xisxis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-1641799121394144918</id><published>2010-04-01T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T18:50:55.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- A gente</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;só nao inventa a dor, a gente que enfrenta o mal, quando a gente fica em frente ao mar a gente se sente melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(A letra "A"- Nando Reis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;to presisando ir pra praia =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;.FM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-1641799121394144918?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/1641799121394144918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/1641799121394144918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2010/04/gente.html' title='- A gente'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-1575720067660836618</id><published>2010-02-17T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T20:16:47.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- e eu fico pensando</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;em como as coisas mudaram nesses ultimos 6 meses.&lt;br /&gt;o &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; já nao dói com a mesma intensidade, na verdade nao doi mais. o que arde agora é &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;PENA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; já se tornou parte do dia a dia, cresce cada vez mais, mas já nao tem a mesma dor que antes.&lt;br /&gt;as &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;soluçoes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;para problemas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; estão cada vez mais maturas e conformadas.&lt;br /&gt;os &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;problemas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; já nao sao os mesmos, ao invés da distancia, tenho que enfrentar escolhas que podem mudar tudo.&lt;br /&gt;minha definiçao de &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Deus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; hoje, ultrapassa tudo que já tinha considerado, tantos momentos eu que achei que estava sozinha e longe de tudo, eu pude senti-lo perto, a melhor companhia.&lt;br /&gt;minha definiçao de &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;beleza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; vai além de um sorriso, e dos olhos. páro pra perceber o brilho que o sorriso e os olhos mostram (mas ainda nao desencanei de pés. URGH:~)&lt;br /&gt;vendo outras pessoas, posso dizer que minha definiçao pra &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;independencia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; também mudou. querer se virar nao é o mesmo que resolver seus problemas por conta propria, se voce nao assumir uma postura independente, vai depender dos outros do mesmo jeito.&lt;br /&gt;vendo outras pessoas também aprendi exatamento o que/ quem &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;NAO&lt;/span&gt; quero ser&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;decidi tambem quais &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;faculdades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; prestar, que &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;curso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; prestar, e o que vou &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;fazer depois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; disso.&lt;br /&gt;sei o tipo de pessoa que eu quero &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;perto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;de mim, e o tipo que prefiro &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;evitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nunca pensei que tanta coisa pudesse mudar, em tao pouco tempo ._.&lt;br /&gt;espero que nao pare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;br /&gt;acho que isso já é um ótimo começo :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.FM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-1575720067660836618?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/1575720067660836618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/1575720067660836618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2010/02/e-eu-fico-pensando.html' title='- e eu fico pensando'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-7892534046561082944</id><published>2010-02-06T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T08:29:30.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- E se</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;mudanças drásticas ocorrem, temos que mudar também.&lt;br /&gt;se fizeram escolhas pra ter mais independência,&lt;br /&gt;saibam ser independentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;br /&gt;me aposento como babá&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.FM.&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/3717870585092511985-7892534046561082944?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/7892534046561082944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/7892534046561082944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2010/02/e-se.html' title='- E se'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-3805865251906586432</id><published>2010-01-23T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T14:56:34.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- "os seus sintomas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;um calor gélido e ansiado na boca do estômago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;uma sensação de: o que é mesmo que se passa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;um certo estado de humilhação conformada o que parece bem vindo e quisto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;é mais fácil aturar a tristeza generalizada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;que romper as correntes de preguiça e mal dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;silenciam-se no holocausto da subserviência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;o organismo não se anima mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;e assim, animais, ou menos assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;descompromissados com o próprio rumo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;desprovidos de caráter e coragem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;desatentos do próprio tesouro...caem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;desacordam todos os dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;não mensuram suas perdas e imposturas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;não almejam, não alma, já não mais amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;assim são os insetos interiores"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;(insetos interiores- O teatro mágico)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;sem ofensas, lembrei de voce :~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-3805865251906586432?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/3805865251906586432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/3805865251906586432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2010/01/os-seus-sintomas.html' title='- &quot;os seus sintomas?'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-6355474560819514799</id><published>2009-12-30T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T22:44:23.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- um vazio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;pensar que já é o último dia do ano me faz pensar no ano que tá passando (espero que faça sentido)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;o ano começou estranho, principalmente na escola, meus melhores amigos foram para internatos fora do estado e eu fiquei meio deslocada, nao sozinha, apenas nao me sentia tao confortavel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;ainda me restava a Mi nas horas de intervalo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;de resto as coisas estavam ótimas, na igreja eu acho que nunca estive tao proxima das coisas, e de Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;meu aniversario foi normal. dolorido com noticias do ex namorado, mas recheado de amor e carinho das pessoas que realmente se importam comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;vai chegando o meio do ano e as coisas ficam meio estranhas com noticias de mudança e a casa cheia de caixas pra todos os lados, e eu tendo que resumir minhas coisas em embrulhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;em agosto as coisas ficam realmentes piores quando eu "mudo" pra casa do meu vô enquanto a MINHA casa é negociada com estranhos, as coisas pioram ainda mais quando eu tenho que me despedir de todos que eu amo e quero estar perto porque meu pai tem que fazer mestrado fora do país.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;eu chego aqui e me deparo com coisas super diferentes do que o esperado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;nao consigo me "libertar" e ser quem eu sempre fui, nas escola as coisas sao estranhas e me deparo com pessoas ignorantes que acham que eu venho de um lugar onde só existem mulheres gostosas, e mato. mal sabem eles que comparando minha origem com esse lugar, ISSO QUE É MATO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;o tempo passa voando !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;eu ainda nao me sinto em casa, e a saudade, que eu achei que pudesse ser ignorada com o passar do tempo, parece que cresce cada dia mais, e quanto mais cresce mais dói e se torna parte da minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;quando eu lembro de tudo que aconteceu no começo do ano, parece que foi em outro século.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;esses 5 meses que passaram parecem 5 anos, e eu nao vejo a hora de pisar em casa de novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;nao vejo a hora de encontrar meu vô e ouvir todas as historias repetidas, nao vejo a hora de encontrar meus amigos (as) e falar besteiras, nao vejo a hora de poder ser eu mesma e falar tudo que vier na mente, e ser compreendida (e nao taxada de louca, idiota, tarada ou sem limites).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;há uns três anos atrás, na passagem de ano eu chorei de felicidade, porque eu achava que coisas boas estavam vindo na minha direçao, com o passar do ano que chegou eu percebi que coisas boas vieram, mesmo que fora do pacote esperado. há dois anos atrás, na passagem de ano, eu chorei porque nao compreendia o que se passava dentro de mim, e tinha medo de acabar me machucando por machucar uma pessoa que eu amava. há um ano atrás, na passagem de ano eu chorei, porque tentei ir pra um lugar pra me libertar, e acabei mais presa do que já estava. na hora essas coisas pareciam grandes demais, importantes demais, dolorosas demais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;mas esse ano eu choro porque nao tenho nenhuma delas perto de mim; nenhuma esperança de coisas boas, ninguem pra zelar, tomar conta e até mesmo alguem que me confunda, nem liberdade, nem prisao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;me sinto inerte e vazia.&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;&lt;strong&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Primeira lei de Newton: todo corpo continua em seu estado de repouso ou de movimento uniforme, a menos que seja forçado a mudar aquele estado, por forças aplicadas sobre ele.&lt;/strong&gt;&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;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-6355474560819514799?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/6355474560819514799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/6355474560819514799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2009/12/um-vazio.html' title='- um vazio'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-4456899376438016417</id><published>2009-12-27T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T08:52:08.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ps.</title><content type='html'>layout novo: créditos pra melhor gemea do mundo, Lú Santiago =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-4456899376438016417?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/4456899376438016417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/4456899376438016417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2009/12/ps.html' title='ps.'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-4900674889366129326</id><published>2009-12-27T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T08:51:20.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-ai ai ai</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;acordar com uma dor infernal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;tomar remédio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;comer Peanut Chew (*_______________*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;deitar no sofá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;colocar uma calça que me faz parecer um balão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;trocando de roupa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;minha mae ta falando com o protegido dela e eu escuto umas coisas muito engraçadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;logo logo vamos sair e brincar na neve e fazer umas coisinhas mais =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;ai to com pressa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;rere&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;&lt;strong&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ah sei la hahaha&lt;/strong&gt;&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;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-4900674889366129326?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/4900674889366129326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/4900674889366129326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2009/12/ai-ai-ai.html' title='-ai ai ai'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-524076815148982707</id><published>2009-12-24T12:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T13:06:26.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- lembra?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;daquele pinheiro que morreu uma semana antes do Natal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;da plantinha redonda que acabo virando árvore de natal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;das coisas sem nexo que o Gabriel falva num momento de silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;do baralho antes da janta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;do amigo secreto, e das caixas de bom bom desejadas por todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;da cambada de gente que ia jantar em casa, e nao sobrava lugar pra todo mundo comer junto, mas no fim era a melhor coisa que tinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;dos almoços do dia seguinte na casa da Re, com a sobra da ceia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;eu, o Lucas, a Jana e o Gabriel desmaiados de sono no chao da sala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;daquela vez que meu vô me deu um monte de io ios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;das partes da toalha que sao mais cheias de nomes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;daquele natal que só comemos pão com frios, e minha irmã fingiu cara de surpresa quando abriu o embrulho do livro do Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;do meu tio (-.-) devorando minha cassata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;e o bando de mulher na cozinha tentando acertar o arroz com bacalhau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;o sentimento de uma só família, mesmo quando o grupo era formado por famílias diferentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;da ansiedade pra chegar a hora de todos chegarem em casa e atacar a comida ;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;ai, o espírito natalino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;coisa que parece nao existir aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;se não fosse pelas musicas nas lojas e a árvore de natal na sala, com certeza o dia podia passar e eu nem ia me dar conta.&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;&lt;strong&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it doesn't feel like christmas =/&lt;/strong&gt;&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;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-524076815148982707?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/524076815148982707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/524076815148982707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2009/12/lembra.html' title='- lembra?'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-3235879881584650309</id><published>2009-12-14T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T18:02:47.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- é mais complicado</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;eu pensei que seria só apertar um botao que as coisas aconteceriam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;nao é bem assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;e eu já deveria ter percebido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;porque as coisas sempre foram assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;pra frente é que se anda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;basta mover os pés. (será?)&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;&lt;strong&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"nao existe botao de liga e desliga" (forgotten boys)&lt;/strong&gt;&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;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-3235879881584650309?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/3235879881584650309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/3235879881584650309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2009/12/e-mais-complicado.html' title='- é mais complicado'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-4928416319056231257</id><published>2009-12-04T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T09:05:07.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-é um vazio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;dentro de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;e eu vejo suas fotos e fico pior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;eu sei que ficar tentando te provocar com frases que, na verdade, nao significam nada, e nao sao pra ninguem nao é coisa mais certa de se fazer, sei que isso é coisa de minininha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;mas se nao der certo com voce, vai ver dá certo comigo. e eu me iludo achando que eu to bem de verdade.&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;&lt;strong&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu nao encontrei outro jeito de tentar tirar voce de mim&lt;/strong&gt;&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;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-4928416319056231257?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/4928416319056231257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/4928416319056231257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2009/12/e-um-vazio.html' title='-é um vazio'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-5731612923061502784</id><published>2009-11-23T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T09:32:11.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- faz um tempão</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;que eu nã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;o posto nada aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;não tenho tempo pra mais nada. e quando tenho, gasto o tempo com um banho de banheira bem quente pra relaxar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;por agora as coisas estão assim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;um chinês que me assusta;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;uma coreana com problemas e que me deixa preocupada;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;um coreano que é uma gracinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;um loiro que me deixa louca toda vez que passo por ele no corredor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;uma neném chorando e fazendo manha aqui do meu lado agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;faxina duas vezes por semana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;empresários gatos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;uma semana sem aula =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"é a vida, e é bonita é bonita!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-5731612923061502784?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/5731612923061502784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/5731612923061502784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2009/11/faz-um-tempao.html' title='- faz um tempão'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-3911438985262072919</id><published>2009-10-22T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T14:16:56.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- e o frio vem chegando</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;e cada dia que passa eu fico mais tempo em casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;eu fico mais tempo na frente do computador.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;eu fico mais tentada em ver suas fotos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;eu fico mais boba de que eu nao resisto à tentaçao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;eu fico mais doída por dentro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;eu fico com mais vontade de voltar no 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;&lt;strong&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;senti saudade. vontade de voltar, fazer a coisa certa. COM VOCE é o meu lugar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas sabe como é difícil encontrar a palavra certa a hora certa de voltar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(eu que nao amo voce- engenheiros do Hawaii)&lt;/strong&gt;&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;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-3911438985262072919?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/3911438985262072919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/3911438985262072919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2009/10/e-o-frio-vem-chegando.html' title='- e o frio vem chegando'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-3600310360248657457</id><published>2009-10-14T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T19:50:12.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- labirintos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;que atraem os meus instintos mais sacanas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;(engenheiros do hawaii)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;;9&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;&lt;strong&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;além de bonés, decoro tambem gaveta das peças xadrez (:&lt;/strong&gt;&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;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-3600310360248657457?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/3600310360248657457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/3600310360248657457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2009/10/labirintos.html' title='- labirintos'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-5270851964075460222</id><published>2009-09-23T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T14:53:30.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;POST.&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;&lt;strong&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nao sei o que falar bjs&lt;/strong&gt;&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;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-5270851964075460222?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/5270851964075460222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/5270851964075460222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2009/09/post.html' title=''/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-1087128975942642479</id><published>2009-09-06T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T14:26:21.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- eu sempre tive tudo que eu quis.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;quando eu quis namorar, eu disse sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;quando eu quis terminar, eu disse tchau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;quando eu quis ter um caso com o repetente, só me custaram uns constatos e um charme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;quando eu quis esquecer, resolvi que queria tentar ter algo com o marginal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;quando quis consciência limpa pras férias, eu terminei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;quando eu quis tirar um tempo pra mim, eu tirei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;quando eu quis um caso com o vizinho, que até hoje é um mistério, só me custaram algumas trocas de olhares e lixos nas horas marcadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;quando eu nao quis mais, eu fugi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;quando eu quis mais um tempo pra mim, eu tive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;quando eu quis uma ultima aventura em solo brasileiro, eu tive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;agora, num lugar novo, com costumes diferentes, pessoas que me sao estranhas, eu vou aprender a NAO ter tudo que eu quero, e tentar nao demonstrar minha vontade ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;vou CRESCER!&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;&lt;strong&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pode ser bom, no fim das contas.&lt;/strong&gt;&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;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-1087128975942642479?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/1087128975942642479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/1087128975942642479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2009/09/eu-sempre-tive-tudo-que-eu-quis.html' title='- eu sempre tive tudo que eu quis.'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-6471843916746517835</id><published>2009-08-31T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T18:34:52.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- eu ainda gosto muito</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;de voce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;muito mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;tento te esquecer, mas do nada me pego pensando em voce. em nós dois.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;but here is the thing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;voce seguiu sua vida e quando eu tentei uma segunda chance voce passou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;mas agora voce diz que percebe que uma segunda chance seria bom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;o problema de tudo isso é que, como eu disse, &lt;strong&gt;voce&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;já seguiu a sua vida&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;e depois de penar muito por causa disso eu percebi que talvez seja hora de eu seguir com a minha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;nao estou dizendo que vou desistir de um dia trombar contigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;to dizendo que só nao vou esperar até que isso aconteça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;sou nova, tenho muita coisa pra conhecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;muita gente pra conhecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;alguns relacionamentos pra tentar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;e como diz meu grande poeta, Nando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;"nao vou mais deixar passar o tempo sem sentir o que ele faz"&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;&lt;strong&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"nem desistir, nem tentar. agora tanto faz"&lt;/strong&gt;&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;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-6471843916746517835?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/6471843916746517835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/6471843916746517835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2009/08/eu-ainda-gosto-muito.html' title='- eu ainda gosto muito'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-5830708508373961405</id><published>2009-08-21T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T07:08:36.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- ai meu bem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;4 meses é muito tempo. se fosse amor voce o teria percebido há muito tempo atrás. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;quem precisa de 4 meses pra ter certeza é porque, no fundo, nao tem certeza de nada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;erm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;e nao é a super* intimidade* des voces que vai fazer com que ele GOSTE mesmo de ti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;ele só vai aproveitar enquanto pode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt; e se nao puder ele tenta em outro canto.&lt;br /&gt;depois da primeira vez, uma segunda vez nao é nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;just so you know.sorry ;D&lt;/span&gt; &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;&lt;strong&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;br /&gt;cada uma que me aparece. tsc tsc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-5830708508373961405?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/5830708508373961405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/5830708508373961405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2009/08/ai-meu-bem.html' title='- ai meu bem'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-5550058001380515890</id><published>2009-08-13T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T08:36:17.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- Ai Ai</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;no mei do mato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;num lugarzinho que parece a cidade Dharma do Lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;soh nao eh bom porque nao tem nem Jack nem Sawyer :~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;um calor dos infernos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;um saudade absurda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;uma dieta impossivel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;uma praia de mentira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;É!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"the best years of our lives aren't easy as they seem&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;(the click- good charlotte)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-5550058001380515890?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/5550058001380515890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/5550058001380515890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2009/08/ai-ai.html' title='- Ai Ai'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-5406576564894613218</id><published>2009-08-01T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T14:48:05.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-e eu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;ainda tenho uma vida inteira pela frente;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;quem sabe no meio desse caminho a gente se trombe outra vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;eu vou vivendo, e se voce aparecer eu tento ter voce de volta pra mim.&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;&lt;strong&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se for pra gente ficar junto, o mundo dará suas voltas, mas um dia a gente vai se encontrar.&lt;/strong&gt;&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;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-5406576564894613218?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/5406576564894613218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/5406576564894613218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-eu.html' title='-e eu'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-4848931246124291652</id><published>2009-07-24T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T18:34:58.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- voltando e partindo again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;acabei de chegar do sul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;e já estou arrumando outras malas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;é, chegou a hora da tao temida VIAGEM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;dá um aperto no coraçao. um aperto tao grande que chega doer a alma.;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;é horrivel ter que se despedir de todo mundo, e saber que eu vou estar fora por dois anos, e quando eu voltar nada vai ser do jeito que é hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;eu to pensando nisso como um novo começo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;aproveitando que será tudo novo (casa, vizinhos, escola, etc)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;to pensando em novos sentimentos, novos riscos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;novas historias, novos contatos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;pensar desse jeito me dá um pouco de esperança de ser feliz em Grand Rapids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;to morando no meu vô&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;minha casa já tá sendo pintada e esvaziada pra familia que vai morar lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;nao gostei nadinha deles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;mas, pagando bem, que mau tem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;eu vou sentir falta daqui.&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;&lt;strong&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tá tão perto :&lt;/strong&gt;&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;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-4848931246124291652?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/4848931246124291652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/4848931246124291652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2009/07/voltando-e-partindo-again.html' title='- voltando e partindo again'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-7209122966027524094</id><published>2009-07-14T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T18:17:27.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- Pôw!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;eu to ligada que voce nao sente falta de tudo aquilo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;namora de verdade e mesmo assim eu fico te rastreando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;pois bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;nao vou estragar minhas ferias chorando coisas do passado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;pra frente é que se anda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;só sinto ter tido que levar um choque pra perceber isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;ferias estao MARAVILHOSAS =D&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;&lt;strong&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"quem vive de passado é museu. o presente a gente faz agora"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(os incríveis) ;DD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-7209122966027524094?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/7209122966027524094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/7209122966027524094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2009/07/pow.html' title='- Pôw!'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-2127014088950015514</id><published>2009-07-08T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T15:25:57.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- Santa Catarina :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;ê!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;de férias no sul :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;o mar continua LINDO!*o*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;sao só 14 dias. os ultimos 14 dias por dois anos :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;aproveitar ao maximo ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Rafa e Japa vieram tambem, acho que garante algumas varias risadas ;DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;o inverno aqui me lembra muuuuuito mais de tudo que tá me doendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;mas lembrar de quando as coisas eram bem felizes é bom :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;até escrevo msgs dizendo algumas coisinhas, mas nao crio coragem de enviar e ficam guardadas nos rascunhos :~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;sei lá :/&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;&lt;strong&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;voce lembra de tudo que eu lembro? se lembrar me diz que sentes saudades disso tambem poxa :~sz&lt;/strong&gt;&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;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-2127014088950015514?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/2127014088950015514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/2127014088950015514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2009/07/santa-catarina.html' title='- Santa Catarina :)'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-788188673454704817</id><published>2009-06-30T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T05:56:26.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- "Quando as coisas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;não derem certo lembre-se que Deus tem um plano pra você. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;e Deus não comete erros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;O que é doloroso hoje tem um propósito amanhã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;CRESCIMENTO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:verdana;" &gt;(Conte-me os segredos- Max Lucado &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.adaptado&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;erm. sei lá, isso me cutuco bastante ;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;crescer dói. dói MUITO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-788188673454704817?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/788188673454704817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/788188673454704817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2009/06/quendo-as-coisas.html' title='- &quot;Quando as coisas'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-7276075694547802569</id><published>2009-06-22T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T16:42:00.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- aeeeeeeeeeeeew</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;depois de por em prova a minha fé num brinquedo que eu quase morri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;eu vi que existem coisas piores do que um coraçao partido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;ou entao eu vi o quanto meu coraçao está partido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;descenco do elevador(quando gritei o nome dele BEM alto), ou na montanha russa, ou entao depois de orar implorando pra Deus nao deixar a trava do brinquedo que tava de ponta cabeça destravar, só me vinha em mente o rosto dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;e o quanto eu o amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;e o quanto eu fiquei grata de Deus nao ter deixado o trein destravar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;o que acontece é que eu nao posso evitar que ele veja outras pessoas, e pior que isso, nao posso evitar a dor que eu sinto quando me dou conta de ele tá com alguem que nao sou eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;eu tambem nao posso evitar o fato de que eu vou viajar e ele vai ficar, e ele vai continuar saindo com outras gurias e nao comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;a vontade que eu tenho é de ir correndo na casa dele,  mandar uma msg ou um depoimento secretinho dizendo tudo que eu sinto, e tudo que eu quero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;mas nem tem como, porque nem falar com ele socialmente eu consigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;eu espero que algum dia ele leia isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;e quando eu voltar,  ele sinta o mesmo que eu sinto, e sempre vou sentir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;eu te amo demais! xiiiiiis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-7276075694547802569?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/7276075694547802569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/7276075694547802569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2009/06/aeeeeeeeeeeeew.html' title='- aeeeeeeeeeeeew'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-2207395448923295626</id><published>2009-06-16T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T12:12:48.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- e no fim</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;essa viagem pode ser bem boa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;não aguento mais a mesma coisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;não aguento mais estar tão perto e ao mesmo tempo tão longe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;não aguento mais culpar a viagem quando as coisas não funcionam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;não aguento mais ficar remoendo as coisas do passado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;não aguento mais esses dias tristes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;o que rola agora é tentar me animar e aproveitar com as pessoas que me querem bem, e que gostam de mim ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;hopi hari no sábado, e uma longa semana de ensaios do teatro,  que são bem engraçados, diga-se de passagem x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;em breve Santa Catarina e seu frio singular, ver o MAR e também noitadas com primos, tios e amigos :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;e quando não tiver nada pra fazer, passar o tempo encaixotando as coisas, e me animando pra essa viagem que agora não me parece tão ruim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;quero ir pra bem longe daqui, longe dos problemas, das lembranças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ir embora pra bem longe, O MAIS RÁPIDO POSSÍVEL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-2207395448923295626?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/2207395448923295626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/2207395448923295626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2009/06/e-no-fim.html' title='- e no fim'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-5720840096883038882</id><published>2009-06-16T07:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T07:31:17.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- e todo dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;é a mesma coisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;levanta, se ajeita, pára e pensa, pensa e chora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;põe a mesa pra almoço, e almoça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;arruma a cozinha e fica olhando pra janela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;não tem sol, não tem alegria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;vem pro computador e fica jogando conversa fora, ou entao reclamando com alguma amiga que sua vida tá na merda, a dela também tá, e ai choram juntas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;sai do computador e arruma as caixas pra mudança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;toma um banho, volta pro computador fuxica a vida alheia e faz doer o coração quando vê aquela foto, aqueles recados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;conversa com um amigo que há muito tempo não conversava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;desabafa e ouve desabafos, o chama de ursinho ou coisinho. ele a chama de amor, ursinha ou qualquer coisa que a faça sentir bem. diz tchau e diz que o ama, e com certeza ama apesar da distânica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;vai pra tv e procura algo que não seja tããão fútil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;não encontra. lê um livro que consegue fazer com que ria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;vai pra cama, pensa na vida. pensa e chora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;chora e dorme&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;"já me condenou a viver sem ele."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;(lisbela e o prisioneiro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-5720840096883038882?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/5720840096883038882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/5720840096883038882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2009/06/e-todo-dia.html' title='- e todo dia'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-2383388187397555700</id><published>2009-06-14T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T14:00:09.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-" ah, eu esperei tanto tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Mas eu juro que não agüento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Eu já tentei te esquecer, e quis parar de ter você no meu peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; O que eu faço pra ele me obedecer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Eu por um lado te entendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Mas eu continuo querendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Eu sei que é tarde pra começar, mas nunca é tarde pra tentar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Nosso tempo iríamos aproveitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Os seus defeitos eu invento pra fingir que eu não me arrependo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ter que(...)partir assim, sem antes ver você sorrir pra mim"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;(pelo tempo que for- Scracho -adptado ;D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;"please send me back in your heart" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;(KT Tunstall)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-2383388187397555700?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/2383388187397555700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/2383388187397555700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2009/06/ah-eu-esperei-tanto-tempo.html' title='-&quot; ah, eu esperei tanto tempo'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-2579586979840359771</id><published>2009-06-13T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T12:23:36.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- "quero ter voce</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;quando eu voltar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;nao aguento mais ter que te esperar. porque voce nao está aqui do meu lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Será que quando eu voltar a gente ainda vai se amar? Eu quero viver assim contigo até o fim"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;(quando eu voltar- Scracho)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"é o fogo da lembrança que me aquece"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Scracho)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;é. to ouvindo música de emo -.-'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-2579586979840359771?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/2579586979840359771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/2579586979840359771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2009/06/quero-ter-voce.html' title='- &quot;quero ter voce'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-8500235391586501344</id><published>2009-06-12T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T09:33:38.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- um dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;nós vamos deixar sair  tudo que guardamos no nosso inconsciente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;deixaremos nosso orgulho de lado e perceberemos que ainda nos amamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;sentiremos saudade do que foi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;nesse dia será nossa vez de tentar de novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;e seremos felizes pra sempre :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"i want to show you how mad is my love" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(CSS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-8500235391586501344?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/8500235391586501344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/8500235391586501344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2009/06/um-dia.html' title='- um dia'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-6049366615794122843</id><published>2009-06-09T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T18:55:48.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaaah Fiiii.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;eu tambem nao to legal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;mas eu nao vo ficar correndo atras de ninguém nao ;DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;quando ficar calminho, vem falar comigo tá ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-6049366615794122843?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/6049366615794122843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/6049366615794122843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2009/06/aaaah-fiiii.html' title='Aaaah Fiiii.'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-1283764086428045086</id><published>2009-06-09T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T11:48:18.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- "For what it's worth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;it was worth all the while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;It's something unpredictable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; but in the end it's right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; I hope you had the time of your life"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;(Time of your life- Green Day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;posso te dizer que para sempre te trarei dentro do meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;(Nando Reis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-1283764086428045086?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/1283764086428045086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/1283764086428045086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-what-its-worth.html' title='- &quot;For what it&apos;s worth'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-1117682060302545502</id><published>2009-06-07T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T12:40:22.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- "Oh the heart beats in a cage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I don't want what you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; I don't feel what you feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; See I'm stuck in a city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; But I belong in a field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(Heart in a cage- The Strokes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;um novelo de lã. um novelo de lã;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-1117682060302545502?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/1117682060302545502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/1117682060302545502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-heart-beats-in-cage.html' title='- &quot;Oh the heart beats in a cage'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-990753069676979525</id><published>2009-05-31T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T10:50:11.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- Drês é MARA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/SiLDTNQ_0RI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ue5ko3nw_r4/s1600-h/capadresjanela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/SiLDTNQ_0RI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ue5ko3nw_r4/s200/capadresjanela.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342046842760712466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;depois de uma semana atrás do novo cd do Nando Reis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;eu consegui :DDDDDDDDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;muito, MUITO bom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;destaque pras musicas :"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;pra voce guardei o amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;" (com participaçao da Ana Cañas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Só pra So&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;" e "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Mosaico abstrato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;to viciadiiiiiiiiissima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;pode vir show no Cittibank, eu vo tá preparada pra cantar BEM alto :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-990753069676979525?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/990753069676979525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/990753069676979525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2009/05/dres-e-mara.html' title='- Drês é MARA'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/SiLDTNQ_0RI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ue5ko3nw_r4/s72-c/capadresjanela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-699269623101030330</id><published>2009-05-25T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T19:44:45.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-eita!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;peraeeee fera!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;tem pressa nao ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;nao corre porque eu to andando ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-699269623101030330?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/699269623101030330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/699269623101030330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2009/05/eita.html' title='-eita!'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-8900807077909167528</id><published>2009-05-20T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T10:50:21.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- " Querem facilitar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;viver com Deus nao é tão fácil assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;muitas estórias pra te enganar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;"cruzar o mar sem se molhar", nem sempre é assim;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Dizendo que o Céu é aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;transformando toda fé em um  negócio particular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;promessas pra não cumprir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;do rádio da televisão em breve vão bater no seu portão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Será que é pra impressionar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;curas, milagres e libertação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;"é hora de prosperar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Na multi-exploração do seu tostão, é a farsa total.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Jesus esteve aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;não teve onde ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;andou a pé o chão&lt;br /&gt;em pedra e pó dormiu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;e mesmo tantos ao redor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;chorou na madrugada só.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Amou os seu até o fim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;A história é real e diz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;que andar com Ele nao é facil assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;é risco fatal, mortal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;sofrer na pele sem causa aparente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;É estar aqui e ali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;não ter onde ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;andar a pé o chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;em pedra e pó dormir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;e mesmo tantos ao redor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;chorar na madrugada só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Amar a Deus até o fim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;(Tiago Vianna- e quem não quer?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;discípulo: aprender com, viver como, ser como, imitar o Mestre ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-8900807077909167528?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/8900807077909167528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/8900807077909167528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2009/05/querem-facilitar.html' title='- &quot; Querem facilitar'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-7541029564796684184</id><published>2009-05-12T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T08:50:09.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- chega chega ;~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;mãe voltou do sul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;ou seja, nada de dormir até tarde e ficar sem fazer nada :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;meu vô também voltou do sul, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;ou seja, trampo, grana, amor, carinho e atençao :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;hoje vo pegar meu passaporte, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;ou seja, menos uma etapa pra ir embora, só falatam os vistos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;já estou de caso marcado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;ou seja, fim de greve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt; to tooda atarefada,  to rica, to feliz e to confusa (só pra variar &gt;&lt;")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;apesar de tudo, minha mãe tava fazendo falta e esse carinha, como eu já disse, é a coisa mais fofa do mundo, e se é pra aproveitar direito esses 4 meses, que seja com alguem que me faça bem ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;suave na nave ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-7541029564796684184?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/7541029564796684184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/7541029564796684184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2009/05/chega-chega.html' title='- chega chega ;~'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-7685306634807258271</id><published>2009-05-11T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T10:48:12.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- Música :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/SghjJBw30YI/AAAAAAAAANk/UtU9a2VJyJA/s1600-h/saccenti_fourtet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/SghjJBw30YI/AAAAAAAAANk/UtU9a2VJyJA/s200/saccenti_fourtet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334622765363745154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/SghjMUNh5JI/AAAAAAAAANs/nCcCxIz7ul4/s1600-h/The%2BBlack%2BCrowes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/SghjMUNh5JI/AAAAAAAAANs/nCcCxIz7ul4/s200/The%2BBlack%2BCrowes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334622821855388818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;to viciadinha nessas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Tet- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;My Angel Rocks Back and Forth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Black Crowes- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;She talks to angels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Blackberry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Hard to Handle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Happy listening !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-7685306634807258271?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/7685306634807258271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/7685306634807258271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2009/05/musica.html' title='- Música :)'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/SghjJBw30YI/AAAAAAAAANk/UtU9a2VJyJA/s72-c/saccenti_fourtet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-8158483589695079765</id><published>2009-05-11T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T10:26:57.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- “Queria dizer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;que não sou tudo o que dizes, que sou ciumenta, sou chata, sou agressiva, tenho fortes TPMs que me fazem jogar vasos chineses contra a parede, que gosto de filmes que ninguém gosta, que tenho preguiça de fazer o que já deveria ter feito, que ouço coisas bregas, que comédia as vezes me deixa entediada, que vou ao banheiro de porta aberta, que choro em comercial mesmo achando piegas, queria dizer tantas coisas,estou gorda, odeio gente metida a rica, odeio gente egocêntrica e que se acha especial por algum motivo. Queria dizer também que gosto de ti. Não sei quanto, não sei como se mede isso, mas tenho vontade de estar ao teu lado sem fazer nada, só abraçados, ou de fazer tudo.(...)Merda! Queria dizer que também tenho medo, que estou assustada e normalmente já teria pulado fora. Tem umas 5 pessoas interessantíssimas me ligando pra sair, e eu dizendo ‘não’, sem entender ao certo o porquê. Agora queria ouvir você.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(Paula Braun- http://ameninaqueri.blogspot.com/)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;achei próprio :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-8158483589695079765?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/8158483589695079765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/8158483589695079765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2009/05/queria-dizer.html' title='- “Queria dizer'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-434784003387180873</id><published>2009-05-05T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T17:05:30.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- "Não devia lhe dizer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;mas eu tô me derretendo toda por você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;o coração mole, perna bamba, mão molhada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;chega a fazer medo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(Lisbela e o prisioneiro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"eu também tenho medo. Mas não tenho medo de ter medo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(idem.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-434784003387180873?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/434784003387180873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/434784003387180873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2009/05/nao-devia-lhe-dizer.html' title='- &quot;Não devia lhe dizer'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-1393621109723588870</id><published>2009-05-04T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T13:50:12.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- matar saudades; pensar na vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;eeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;vi o Saradão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;já consigo dormir melhor (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;logo ele vai embora, logo eu vou embora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;e a saudade vai doer cada vez mais ;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;maaaas a gente aprende a viver com isso ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;dúúvidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;algumas dúvidas se devo ou nao continuar com essa greve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;mas eu to levando em consideraçao que eu tenho mais 4 meses aqui no Brasil, e o ideal seria aproveitar todas as oportunidades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;vou pensar com carinho nisso (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1- Saradão, te amo xuxú.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2- ai, é uma fofura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-1393621109723588870?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/1393621109723588870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/1393621109723588870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2009/05/matar-saudades-pensar-na-vida.html' title='- matar saudades; pensar na vida'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-3177198890066584661</id><published>2009-04-30T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T13:49:50.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- "Faz tanto tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Que eu não consigo gostar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; De verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Essa solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Cheia de gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Incomoda demais"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(Pra onde se vai- João Estrella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;br /&gt;faz MUITO tempo :~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-3177198890066584661?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/3177198890066584661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/3177198890066584661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2009/04/faz-tanto-tempo.html' title='- &quot;Faz tanto tempo'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-7254019965386195273</id><published>2009-04-28T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T08:39:35.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- "A vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;não é estática. É fluxo e refluxo. As pessoas crescem e se mudam pra longe, se formam e perdem seus trabalhos. E as pessoas que você ama morrem e algumas pessoas se casam, outras não, algumas se divorciam, outram ficam com câncer e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;as coisas não são como eram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;(...) Talvez você já tenha participado de um grupo onde existe esse impulso de ter saudade do que fomos quando estávamos começando, quando era a primeira vez, quando era tudo novo. Mas não é. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Tudo não é novo, nós não somos quem éramos. E as coisas nao são como eram. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Quanta energia se gasta desejando que as coisas fossem como eram?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Se você precisa celebrar como era bom, então, celebre. Se você precisa se lembrar como era bom quando eles estavam vivos, então, lembre-se deles. Se você precisa se lamentar, então, se lamente. Se você precisa pedir desculpas ou fazer reparos, ou precisa fazer algo para ficar de bem com o que foi, então, faça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Mas, então, siga adiante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Existe um certo tipo de desespero que se estabelece quando acreditamos qua as coisas eram melhores antes. Quando nos prendemos ao passado. Quando não estamos presentes. Quando ainda estamos nos prendendo a como as coisas eram, nossos braços não estão livres para abraçar o hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;(...)Que você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;aceite o passado pelo o que ele é. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Que você possa celebrar o que precisa ser celebrado e lamentar o que precisa ser lamentado"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;(Rob Bell- 17. 'Today')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seguir adiante :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-7254019965386195273?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/7254019965386195273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/7254019965386195273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2009/04/vida.html' title='- &quot;A vida'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-8302110284953900495</id><published>2009-04-27T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T18:45:33.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- ai</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;ele é ridiculo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;br /&gt;sim, é ressentimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-8302110284953900495?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/8302110284953900495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/8302110284953900495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2009/04/ai.html' title='- ai'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-6309591001820899663</id><published>2009-04-26T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T09:10:46.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- viagem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;eeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;meu pai recebeu um email nao oficial dizendo que ele tem uma BOA quantia de bolsa de estudos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;minha mae já disse "nós vamos, nessa altura do campeonato nao importa o valor da bolsa, nós vamos de qualquer jeito".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;eu to feliz :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;mais do que antes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;e nao só pelo meu pai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;acho que vai ser muuuito bom ficar fora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;esfriar a cabeça, fugir das coisas que tao me doendo aqui, conhecer gente nova, tentar esquecer desses casos do passado que me cutucam ;S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;as coisas vao se ajeitar, com a distancia e com o tempo ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que venham os loiros altos de olhos claros, e a neve *o*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-6309591001820899663?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/6309591001820899663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/6309591001820899663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2009/04/viagem.html' title='- viagem'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-6949605570222919477</id><published>2009-04-21T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T14:37:39.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- :}</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;um amigo meu tava super mal ontem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;porque ele quebro a cara num rolinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;e tava super pessimista, dizendo que nada dá certo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;e que a vida é uma merda;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;eu tentei convence-lo que nao é bem assim, que mesmo nas situaçoes ruins a gente tem que tirar algum aprendizado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;e que principalmente nesses situaçoes a gente tem que ser forte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;tem que erguer a cabeça e continuar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;deixar o passado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;e ver o que voce pode fazer no presente pra que voce nao sofra mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;no fim, foi bom eu ter dito todas essas coisas pra ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;acho que na real, eu que tava precisando me tocar disso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;e botar um sorriso na cara, e me convecer de que nao é porque deu tudo errado com o S. que eu vo desistir e ficar de cabeça baixa por varios dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;eu vo ergue a cabeça, e me contentar com a amizade proposta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;levanta, sacode a poeira, dá a volta por cima!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-6949605570222919477?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/6949605570222919477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/6949605570222919477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2009/04/um-amigo-meu-tava-super-mal-ontem.html' title='- :}'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-971952632698641460</id><published>2009-04-20T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T16:07:19.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- "why do i</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;wish I'd never played&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Oh what a mess we made &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;And now the final frame &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Love is a losing game"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(love is a losing game- Amy Winehouse)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;br /&gt;nem quero mais saber também ¬¬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-971952632698641460?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/971952632698641460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/971952632698641460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-do-i.html' title='- &quot;why do i'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-3337505290248292303</id><published>2009-04-18T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T08:02:46.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-" now it's too late</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;for me to take a second look  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Oh baby give me one more chance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;show you that I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Won't you please send me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;back in your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Oh darling I was blind to let you go"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;(i want you back- KT Tunstall- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;jackson five cover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"it's been too late, for a looong time" (ben folds)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-3337505290248292303?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/3337505290248292303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/3337505290248292303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2009/04/now-its-too-late.html' title='-&quot; now it&apos;s too late'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-6701536632810101252</id><published>2009-04-18T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T07:24:01.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1 DIA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-6701536632810101252?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/6701536632810101252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/6701536632810101252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2009/04/1-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-1068552723030701309</id><published>2009-04-17T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T16:05:55.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- "e eu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;ainda gosto dele&lt;br /&gt;mas ele já nao gosta tanto assim&lt;br /&gt;a porta ainda está aberta&lt;br /&gt;mas na janela já nao entra a luz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;E eu ainda penso nele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Mas, ele já não pensa mais em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Eu vou deixar a porta aberta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Pra que ele entre e traga a sua luz&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(ainda gosto dela- Skank)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;S.T.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-1068552723030701309?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/1068552723030701309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/1068552723030701309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2009/04/me-diga.html' title='- &quot;e eu'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-5202118736794084458</id><published>2009-04-17T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T12:53:14.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2 DIAS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-5202118736794084458?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/5202118736794084458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/5202118736794084458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2009/04/2-dias.html' title=''/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-233825439431524271</id><published>2009-04-16T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T10:30:28.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;3 DIAS !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-233825439431524271?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/233825439431524271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/233825439431524271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2009/04/3-dias.html' title=''/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-6740647142814182088</id><published>2009-04-14T07:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T07:05:43.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5 DIAS *_*&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/3717870585092511985-6740647142814182088?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/6740647142814182088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/6740647142814182088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2009/04/5-dias.html' title=''/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-4960479185080050682</id><published>2009-04-10T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T14:58:26.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- novidades.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;meu pai já sabe que recebeu uma bolsa no Calvin Seminary, só nao sabe de quanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;está praticamente certo que vamos pros EUA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;isso atrapalha meus planos, mas nao quero abrir mao de nenhuma das duas coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;nem de ir pra lá, nem da tentativa de reconquistar o ex ;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;estou confusa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(pra variar ;S)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;mas no fim, tudo se ajeita que eu sei :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;o importante é nao desistir tanto de um quanto de outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;posso nao tá pronta pra qualquer resultado, mas eu to fazendo uma base emocional pra isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que vença o melhor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-4960479185080050682?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/4960479185080050682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/4960479185080050682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2009/04/novidades.html' title='- novidades.'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-3454166796448411059</id><published>2009-04-06T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T16:06:43.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- Música :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;faz tempo q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;ue eu nao dou diquinhas de música.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;eu to ouvindo essas coisas utimamente ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;escute :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/SdqIPmh8q4I/AAAAAAAAAL8/TrodvxQikRI/s1600-h/Jason_Mraz_Foxwood_May_2006_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/SdqIPmh8q4I/AAAAAAAAAL8/TrodvxQikRI/s200/Jason_Mraz_Foxwood_May_2006_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321715711314013058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/SdqIpJnqziI/AAAAAAAAAMM/mUUDtzl2euw/s1600-h/200709beirut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/SdqIpJnqziI/AAAAAAAAAMM/mUUDtzl2euw/s200/200709beirut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321716150229978658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/SdqIbHLkBnI/AAAAAAAAAME/15RlmoPbUOQ/s1600-h/little-joy_blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/SdqIbHLkBnI/AAAAAAAAAME/15RlmoPbUOQ/s200/little-joy_blog.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321715909057054322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Janson Mraz-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; 'I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;urs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;' (beeeemm clichezinho x})&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Beirut- '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Nantes'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;'elephant gun'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;(musiquinha de Capitu ;D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Little Joy- '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;evaporar'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;'No one's better shake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;'; '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;brand new start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Happy listening !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-3454166796448411059?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/3454166796448411059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/3454166796448411059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2009/04/musica.html' title='- Música :)'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/SdqIPmh8q4I/AAAAAAAAAL8/TrodvxQikRI/s72-c/Jason_Mraz_Foxwood_May_2006_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-7332308326159742305</id><published>2009-04-06T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T12:24:32.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- F.</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;i won't hesitate no more, no more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;It cannot wait i'm sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;There's no need to complicate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Our time is short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;This is our fate, i'm yours"&lt;br /&gt;(Jason Mraz- i'm yours)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;"e isso nao pode ser assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;tao ruim"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(me diga- Nando)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-7332308326159742305?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/7332308326159742305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/7332308326159742305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2009/04/f.html' title='- F.'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-5265188291232636396</id><published>2009-04-04T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T08:57:27.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- Oo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;erm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;eu to com saudade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;saudade dele!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTRIA:&lt;br /&gt;"nantes"- Beirut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-5265188291232636396?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/5265188291232636396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/5265188291232636396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2009/04/oo.html' title='- Oo'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-4430995427927057901</id><published>2009-01-26T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T08:23:50.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- aulas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;as aulas começaram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tá horrível de novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;saradão e camilinha partiram, aiiiinda bem que a sabatina e a mari são fiéis ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hihi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;na minha sala só tem 20 alunos na lista, a sala tá vazia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e quem eu queria MUITO que tivesse saido não saiu ;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mais um ano de tolerâncias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;como diria meu tio: É pácabá ;B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;campinas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&gt;FM&lt;&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/3717870585092511985-4430995427927057901?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/4430995427927057901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/4430995427927057901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2009/01/aulas.html' title='- aulas'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-8876755250673108468</id><published>2009-01-25T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T11:18:58.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- home, sweet home (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;ééé cheguei hoje de viagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;que saquinho ;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;queria nunca mais ter voltado do sul, tava tudo tao bom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;eu tava livre, tava de boa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;agora eu tenho responsabilidades, e rotina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;que coisa, até parece que as férias acabaram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;-.-'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quero praia e sol !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Campinas.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-8876755250673108468?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/8876755250673108468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/8876755250673108468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2009/01/home-sweet-home.html' title='- home, sweet home (:'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-7606462983630384137</id><published>2009-01-03T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T15:59:08.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- melhoras (:</title><content type='html'>pooooooooooowwww&lt;br /&gt;as coisas tãão beeem melhores aqui no sul :D&lt;br /&gt;to trampando com a minha tia.&lt;br /&gt;o tempo passa voando.&lt;br /&gt;minha irma chego hoje.&lt;br /&gt;mas mesmo antes de ela chegar as coisas já tinham melhorado.&lt;br /&gt;agora éé aproveitar.&lt;br /&gt;nao pode perde tempo nao.&lt;br /&gt;trampa, ganha uns trocados, aproveitar bem a vista* maravilhosa de machos do verão, e enfim...&lt;br /&gt;relaxar um pouco da mesmisse de campinas:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so praiero, so guerrero, to soltero quero mais o quee?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-7606462983630384137?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/7606462983630384137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/7606462983630384137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2009/01/melhoras.html' title='- melhoras (:'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-8768298275174335210</id><published>2008-12-08T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:03:54.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- FÉRIAS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jesus, Maria e José!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;faz seculos que eu nao posto nada aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;:O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;enfim. vou tirar o atraso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;soh pra atualizar, eu fugi tanto do peguetz e acho que to soltera Oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;pelo menos é o que eu espero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;estou de GREVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;vo viajar nas férias, quero passar o ano novo em Santa Catarina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;vo trampa meio período de trabalho voluntário, ajudando quem perdeu tudo na enchente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;to querendo ser mais útil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;espero encontrar muuuitos caras gatos na praia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;pra ter uma vista melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;eu to de boa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;nao pretendo aprontar nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;o ano tá acabando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;muita gente ta indo embora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;eh horrivel isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;acho que já acabei com meu estoque de lágrimas nesse mes, de tantas despedidas :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;eu faço prometerem que nao vao sumir pra sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;elas prometem, mas eu sei que as vissitas serão raras ;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;pelo menos nao vao sumir de vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;=º&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;eu já sinto a saudade apertar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;e já dá vontade de ver os rostos de novo, e de dar outro abraço apertado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;só daqui há alguns anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;tá na hora de novas adaptações :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;adaptar com a falta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;adaptar com a saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;adaptar com os novos caminhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;é, vai ser dificil :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Não vou me adaptar"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Nando Reis)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Campinas, 8 de dezmbro de 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-8768298275174335210?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/8768298275174335210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/8768298275174335210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2008/12/frias.html' title='- FÉRIAS!'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-45457566032361618</id><published>2008-10-29T14:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T12:51:59.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- encarar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;" &gt;bom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;" &gt;continuo meio injurida com o peguetz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;" &gt;mas nao vou descutir disso, nao agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;" &gt;eu tava vendo uns videos do Heath Ledger (o ator de Brokeback Mountain que morreu no comeco do ano).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;vi homenagens, o video do velório, videos das manchetes do dia em que ele morreu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;os videos dele ocm a filha dele, enfim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;todo tipo de video e noticia existentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;eu fiquei pensanso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;ele tinha só 28 anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;tinha filha, familia e uma vida normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;de uma hora pra otra, nao tinha mais nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;me fez perceber como tudo, alem de passageiro,eh tao fora de alcance pra gente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;como diz a musica "a vida eh mesmo coisa muito fragil, uma bobagem uma irrelevancia"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;ele devia ter muitas ambicoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;muitos sonhos pra realizar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;seja como for, nao tem mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;e nao tem nem como tentar realiza-los. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;me fez pensar em como eu to aproveitando, e correndo atras do que eu quero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;eu posso morrer amanha sem ter feito nem metade das coisas que eu queria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;sem ter dito tudo que queria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;sem ter amado o tando que eu deveria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;sem ter visto tudo que deveria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;sem ter ouvido tudo o que eu precisava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;me fez perceber que eu tenho que comecar aproveitar mais. fazer mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;fazer a diferenca o mais rapido possivel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;pra poder deixar alguma coisa de util.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;tenho que comecar a viver a realidade de que o mundo nao gira em torno de mim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;e quando eu fizer alguma diferenca, que seja pensando no outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;e nao apenas em mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;tá na hora de mudar um pouco de atitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;nunca é cedo demais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;a unica coisa que eu nao posso deixar é que fique tarde demais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;correr atras dos meus objetivos, aproveitar e fazer alguma diferenca, deixar bem claro quem eu sou, pra minha vida nao ter sido em vao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Memento Mori &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(lembra-te homem que morrerás um dia)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ps. feliz aniversário (um dia atrasado) Matilda Rose Ledger (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Campinas, quarta 29 de outubro de 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-45457566032361618?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/45457566032361618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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animada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;Ele nao filosofo que nem da outra vez, infelizmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;(eu adooooooro tentar entender as coisas que ele fala)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;as bandas de abertura beeem melhores que as do outro show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;enfim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;Diogo lindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;Carlos lindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;Nando lindo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;Alex detooooono no teclado (como sempre)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;as meninas dos vocais, super fofas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;e o Felipe tbm nao deixou a desejar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;tudo PERFEITO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;pulei, cantei, suei (MUITO).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;nada melhor pra animar um poco e desfocar um poco os pensamentos da mesma coisa de sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;nao falta muito tempo pras aulas terminarem, e pras férias chegarem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;nunca me senti tao aguniada de levantar cedo e ir pro colegio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;se Deus quiser, ano que vem vai ser MUITO melhor que esse ano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;eu nao vo deixar que o ano passe do jeito como esse passou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;toda vez que olho pra tras nao consigo ver outra coisa a nao ser futilidde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;sofrendo em vao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;fazendo coisas que nao me influenciaram em nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;acho que tá na hora de fazer coisas mais construtivas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;pra poder "admirar a vida que soubemos fazer"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;(como diz o Nando na musica)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"é bom olhar pra frente, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é bom. nunca é igual"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nando (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;Campinas terca 21 de outubro de 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;fm&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-3677187963587794110?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/3677187963587794110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/3677187963587794110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2008/10/nando-nando-naaaaando.html' title='- Nando Nando Naaaaando!'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-4980997088923931290</id><published>2008-10-08T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:52:19.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- é, pois é.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;bahZAO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;continuo sem saber o que fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;quando juro pra mim mesma, que nao vo correr atras de nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;que nao vou mais ligar, nem ficar esperando na janela, eu nao me seguro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;eu to com medo de perde, mas tbm nao quero ter tanto assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;eu tenho consciencia de que nao é isso que eu quero pra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;sei que eu quero alguem que me entenda de verdade, que tenha umas ideias parecidas com as minhas, algo que nao vire rotina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;esse meu rolo, já virou. é uma coisa tao monotona, as vezes chega a ser chato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;eu começo a fazer coisas ridiculas, tipo fugir dele no msn, e ficar o mais longe o possivel da janela, soh pra ele nao me ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;tenho amigos que dizem que vai dar namoro, outros dizem que já era. e eu ainda nao sei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;to tentando dar tempo ao tempo, mas quanto mais tempo eu do, mais isso pesa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;porque, nao sei se ele se sente preso, eu nunca o proibi de fazer nada, mas eu me prendo a algo que pode nao ter futuro nenhum, e esse tempo, acaba sendo um tempo perdido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;talvez seja hora de outra greve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ou entao, hora de correr mais riscos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;enfim, depois de uma tentativa de um alargador, acabei num posto de saude porco, por implicancia da minha mae.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;sai do posto com o braço doendo, resultado da vacina de tétano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;e indignada com enfermeiras, e com o serviço higienico do centro de saude publico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;acredite, era mais facil eu pegar um infecçao naquele lugar, do que colocando objetos na orelha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;talvez tudo isso tenha uma liçao de moral. será?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;mesmo que tenha doido MUITO, minha orelha tava bem lindinha&lt;br /&gt;e mesmo com a dor dos dias seguintes, a vacina teoricamente me protege de coisas bem piores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;e doeu até a alma ouvir a enfermeira dizendo que um cirurgião plástico poria um alargador em mim com um bisturi, mas foi bom ver minha mae mais aliviada, e com um tom de "eu te disse".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;pode ser que as coisas nao estejam tão boas agora, mas depois, quando o resultado vier, as coisas vão se ajeitar pra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não há NADA que seja bom, que nao tenha tido um sacrifío anteriormente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Campinas, quarta 8 de outubro de 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&gt;FM&lt;&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/3717870585092511985-4980997088923931290?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/4980997088923931290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/4980997088923931290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2008/10/pois.html' title='- é, pois é.'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-5054538164840212231</id><published>2008-09-29T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T14:10:04.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- uma chuva de emoções.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;éé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Festa à Fantasia MARA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;tuuuudo muiiito bom, musica, comida, home&lt;br /&gt;(errrrrrm). enfim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;como já disse do Luau "quem acredita sempre alcança"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;a gente suo demaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;pintamos o salao de novo, corremos atras de fantasia, enfeitamos tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;e no fim foi tudo como tinha que ser!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;meu first boy  tava na festa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;éé pois é &gt;&lt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;nao senti falta de tá com ele como peguetz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;mas sim como amiga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;que nem antes de rola tudo ;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;to ocmeçando a ficar de saco cheio do peguetz mara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;que agora nem eh tao mara assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;mas nao tenho idéia do que fazer ;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;talvez seja hora de fazer uma greve denovo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;sussegar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;me disseram hoje 'mew, voce nao gosta de ninguem. ce devia ficar um tempo sozinha que dái quando voce tiver, voce vai dá valor'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;talvez seja verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;talvez minha irma esteja certa, e meu rolo com o vizinho nao passe de fogo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;entao, to devolta naquela caça por sentimento de verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;vo ver se tem como eu descobrir o que fazer com esse meu peguetz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;se continuo, se termino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;mas que seja rapido isso &gt;&lt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;to ficando aguniada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;parece um labirinto. sei lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;quanto mais eu tento me acha, mais eu me perco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;bah véi :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alguém tem o MEU manual de instruções?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Campinas, segunda 29 de setembro de 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-5054538164840212231?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/5054538164840212231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/5054538164840212231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2008/09/uma-chuva-de-emoes.html' title='- uma chuva de emoções.'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-1742004217399689058</id><published>2008-09-20T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T04:36:19.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- Garoota propaganda Sky (;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;aew aewwww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;preciso de ajuda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;na verdade. tao precisando da minha ajuda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;mas pra que eu ajudar quem tá precisando de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;preciso de ajuda de terceiros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;(;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;o Marcelo (cara que vai comigo nos shows, e ajuda a lot em convencer minha mae) trampa na sky. na area de relacionamento com cliente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;pediu minha ajuda pra divulgar uns sites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sky.com.br/minhatvemais" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;www.sky.com.br/minhatvemais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/promocaosky" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;www.youtube.com/promocaosky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;bem massa esse trein.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;cê faz um vidio e manda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;qualquer pessoa pode participar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;assinante ou nao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;brigada pela atençao ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ajuda ajuda ajuda \o&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Campinas sabado 20 de setembro de 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-1742004217399689058?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/1742004217399689058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/1742004217399689058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2008/09/garoota-propaganda-sky.html' title='- Garoota propaganda Sky (;'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-3608159896071663255</id><published>2008-09-13T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T17:32:25.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- Feliz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;as coisas parecem estar FINALMENTE dando certo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;amanha faz 1 mes que eu to com o peguetz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;e nenhum sinal de fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;EXATO! NENHUM SINAL DE FIM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;aleluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;minha maldição foi quebrada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;(pelo menos assim espero)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;hihi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;eu já tava ficando angustiada, sabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;meus relacionamentos nao duravam mais que um mes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;parece que esperavam completar um mes pra acabar ;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;mas esse chego, chegando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;e tá tuuuuudo MARA! (como eu já disse antes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;tenho cunhadinhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;uma sogra que parece ser suuuuuuuuuuper querida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;e um cara querido, gatiiiiiiiissimo e toso *-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;eu espero que continue assim por bastante tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;nao vejo fim pra isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;a neblina do futuro já tá se desfazendo, e acho que dá pra ver alguma coisa, ainda com ele, aparecendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;eu nunca estive tão bem em muito tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;numa escala de 0 a 10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;9,75.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;eu acho  mesmo que tenho cara de aceita namora com ele &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;aiiiii *-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;aeaeiaihehiaoehioahoieohiahoeiihoaehoiahioe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;maaaas, mudando de assunto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;passei o dia todo pintando o salao da festa a fantasia hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;bem cansativo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;mas tbm, pulei o dia todo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;com um rolinho na mao, ouvindo Jammil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;e pulando de um lado pro outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;se nao era Jammil, era umas antigas da Sandy &amp;amp; Junior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;só em homenagem, já que ela casou ontem ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;é meio constrangedor. mas eu até que gosto do fato de ter tido uma infancia tão feliz escutando maria chiquinha e aliados ;pp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;aehiaheoiohiaeohioahie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;parecia uma criança hoje ;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;beeeeeeeem divertido &gt;)~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*-*;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'shá la la la la la la.';&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'dig dig joy dig joy popoiiii'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Campinas, sábado 13 de setembro de 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-3608159896071663255?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/3608159896071663255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/3608159896071663255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2008/09/feliz.html' title='- Feliz'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-3797567716667412945</id><published>2008-09-04T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T14:37:04.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- MARA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Aaaaaiiii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;táá tudo tão bom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;tudo tão de boa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;tudo tão MARA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;meu casinho vai muito bem, obrigada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;sei lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;tem alguma coisa naquele guri que me faz sentir diferente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;nao que eu esteja cegamente apaixonada por ele. nao estou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;mas é que eu consigo ser eu mesma e consigo fazer com que seja tão bom ficar com ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;tudo ao mesmo tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;e fazia MUITO tempo, que eu nao conseguia consiliar as duas coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;com o repetente eu nao era eu mesma. nao conseguia nem rir direito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;era bom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;com o marginal, eu era eu mesma. e nao foi tãão bom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;com esse peguetz, eu do risada, eu falo coisas improprias. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;e as coisas sao otimas =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;eu nao queria namorar e tudo mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;acho namoro uma palavra que bota muita pressao em mim ;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;mas mudei um pouco de ideia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;quando eu penso na gente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;eu tenho vontade disso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;vontade de, mesmo que com um sentimento pequeno, me esforçar pra que dê certo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;nao gosto dele. mas gosto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;como ele disse ontem 'eu gosto de ficar com voce'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;só espero que dessa vez dê tudo certo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;e que isso supere todos os outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;e que mesmo se nao dê certo, quero ser feliz, e me sentir bem nesse tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;poder ser eu mesma, e fazer as coisas serem boas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'olha nos meus olhos. vem, me dá um beijo'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(ê saudade - Jammil e uma noites)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Campinas, quinta 4 de setembro de 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-3797567716667412945?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/3797567716667412945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/3797567716667412945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2008/09/mara.html' title='- MARA'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-8164128773773465458</id><published>2008-08-25T12:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T12:59:58.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- um pouco de tudo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;é, é, é.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;um pouco de farra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;um pouco de tédio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;bem pouco dinhero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;um pouco de stress;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;decidi essa semana que nao me torno agregada de nenhum outro grupinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;amigas da minha irmã sempre foram legais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;sempre me intendem, e tem umas conversas parecidas com as minhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;ATÉ minha irma entrar na facul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;é tudo diferente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;nao conheço ninguém, nenhum assunto de fofocas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;nao tenho assunto em comum com nenhuma delas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;só home home home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;e ainda só home dos arredores. nada de 'peguei tal ! :D'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;'juuuura ele eh muito gato'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;porque se isso ocorrer, nao vo fazer nem ideia de quem seja ;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;enfim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;um pouco de tédio por nao ter assuntos de sexta a noite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;(uma lástima, porque eu sempre gostei do Outback ;~~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;pra compensar, sabado saí com as meninas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;siiiiiim, as boas meninas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;as meninas de sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;as meninas que contam 'sabe tal?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;e eu posso responder 'seeeeeeiii :D'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;foi TUDO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;um pouco de farra pelas fofocas, risadas e comentários maldozos \o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;(um ganho, porque descobri um lugar muito melhor que o Outback, o Applebee's :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;a fala de grana vem do conjunto de todas essas saidas ;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;mas quinta tem trampo, e um pouco de grana :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;vai ter outra festa, tipo o Luau; mas dessa vez vai ser à fantasia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;a gente vai fazer uma macarronada pra nao carear o convite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;um pouco de stress, porque eh só o começo de toda a correria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;que já tá enorme pra macarronada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;imagina pra festa ;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;continuo suuuuuuper beijada :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;e to suuuuuper sussa com isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;sem grandes sentimentos, sem grandes compromissos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;quem sabe assim nao dá mais certo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;porque, vai que minusculos sentimentos cresçam iguais, ao mesmo tempo, criando algum tipo de compromisso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;mas nao me preucupo muito com isso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;tô (finalmente) estável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;ps. Bienal foi MARA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;estabilidade, e equilíbrio de sentimentos (Y)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Campinas, segunda 25 de agosto de 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-8164128773773465458?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/8164128773773465458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/8164128773773465458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2008/08/um-pouco-de-tudo.html' title='- um pouco de tudo.'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-1753841164499934491</id><published>2008-08-15T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T14:26:05.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- vai dando trela, vai.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;issááá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;tô suuuuuuper animada, suuuuuuper viajada, suuuuper beijada \o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;o estar animada é soh um conjunto de tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;super viajada, é por cuasa da bienal do livro em sampa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;quarta que vem :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;amo passeios escolares pra sampa &gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;super beijada, bem. tirem suas conclusões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;aqui greve nao tem vez (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;as vezes  paro pra pensar se eu to levando minha vida do jeito certo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;se dei conselhos bons pra amigos que, no fim, seguiram meus conselhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;se segui os conselhos ruins que me foram dados, só porque pareciam ser mais legais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;ou mesmo se pareciam ser certos na hora, mas depois vi que nao era bem assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;nao que eu me arrependa. nao me arrependo do que faço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;mas me cutuca saber que eu tive a oportunidade de seguir o caminho certo, e nao segui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;mas como já me disseram uma vez, e agora faço daquelas palavras, minhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;'quando eu erro eu sei que dei o meu melhor pra acertar&lt;br /&gt; e ninguem pode pedir mais de mim do que isso'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;tá certo que quando me flaram isso, eu dispensei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;mas agora eu vejo que faz MUITO mais sentido do que parece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;pelo menos pra mim, foi melhor ver isso agora do que naqueles tempos ;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;mass bah;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;essa vida é muito boa :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'dont worry, be happy'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Campinas, sexta 15 de agosto de 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-1753841164499934491?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/1753841164499934491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/1753841164499934491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2008/08/vai-dando-trela-vai.html' title='- vai dando trela, vai.'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-812450855018382605</id><published>2008-08-07T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T10:39:56.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-Espiã</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;não, eu não morri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;e também não esqueci que isso aqui existe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;eu só to sem inspiração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;mas isso foi só até eu ver o visinho gato denovo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;depois de um mês.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;EU VI! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;e ele tá mais lindo a cada dia *-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;hihi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;eu tô tão loca atras dele, que fico vendo da minha janela se ele já volto de levar as criancinhas pro colégio, ou se ele tá na portaria esperando os meninos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;assim que vejo, pego qualquer coisa pra levar pro lixo lá em cima. só pra ele me ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;e pra eu ve-lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;hoiaehioahoehoiaehoaohieohiaeh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;coisa de louco eu sei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;mas ele olha pra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;e só de ver o sorriso dele já me dá inspiração pra continuar o dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;e pras horas no colégio passarem mais rápido, só pra eu voltar pra casa e ver o rostinho dele mais uma vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;é, eu to tarada pelo meu vizinho :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;pena que ele mora nos utimos blocos do condô.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;e eu moro nos primeros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;mas todo mundo passa pela portaria (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;que por acaso fica do lado do meu bloco, e é vista da janela do meu quarto :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;hioehaehooahiehoiaehoaiehoie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;continuarei espiando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;pra ver onde vai dar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;e tomara que dê em algum lugar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;hihi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;e uma ótima notícia, as aulas voltaram e eu vi o ex peguetz que quer voltar cmg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;e eu nao senti NADA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;ou seja, nao tem volta. nem por dó, nem por nada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;ah, e eu já voltei pra casa ;~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'no condomínio tem um super gato que olha pra miiiim'&lt;br /&gt;(Sandy&amp;amp;Júnior- vou te namorar. letra adaptada ;D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Campinas, quinta 7 de agosto de 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-812450855018382605?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/812450855018382605'/><link 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DEUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;eh fantástico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;com certeza Heath Ledger fexou com chave de diamantes sua carreira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;(e deixa saudades =\)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;mas enfim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;muito bom, com criticas sociais e um tanto filosoficas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;a pessoa só mostra quem ela realmente eh, quando ela se vê sem esperança nenhuma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;eh aí que voce pode conhecer o carater dela como realmente eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;eh isso que o Coringa diz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;no fim das contas, acho que quem realmente venceu foi o próprio Coringa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;pois ele conseguiu provar que ele estava certo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;mas o batman teve seu jeito de disfaçar, e nao se dar por vencido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;eh MUITO bom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;até agora meu top5 tá sueprando os top5 dos outros anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;1- Batman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;2- Speed racer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;3- Nária 1 e 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;4- X men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;5- Bang bang! voce morreu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;éééé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;to na espera de 'o procurado' que pelo jeito vai tomar o lugar de algum desses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;eee assuntos danadooooos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;o garçon que me chamou pra sair, me chamou de novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;nao quero mais.me irritou a falta de atitude ;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;to esperando que o acaso me traga o Caixinhos do xande mais uma vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'and here we go' .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;BC, sabado 19 de julho de 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-6673191099889014988?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/6673191099889014988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/6673191099889014988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2008/07/incrvel.html' title='- INCRÍVEL!'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-1775210565268728191</id><published>2008-07-13T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T08:22:01.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;éé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;almoços na casa da vó.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;lanches da tarde com primos e tios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;partidas de canastra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;tardes de filme com primos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;caminhadas com primos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;dias fora de casa com mais primos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;ver que os vizinhos feinhos, cresceram e nao tao mais feios (hoho).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;comprar sapato pra baybe prima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;comprar roupas pra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;liquidaçoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;alguns quilinhos a mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;longe de casa, longe de tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;de frente pro mar onde todas as confusoes, que eu deixei trancadas numa caixinha de baixo da minha cama em Campinas, parecem ser tao insignificantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;um pouco de saudade da rotina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;mas nao volto pra rotina por NADA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;éé. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;FÉRIAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'quando a gente fica em frente ao mar, a gente se sente melhor'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(A letra A - Nando Reis)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;BC, domingo 13 de julho de 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-1775210565268728191?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/1775210565268728191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/1775210565268728191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='- (:'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-782506669731012650</id><published>2008-07-08T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T18:35:44.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- Música (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Faz um tempinho que nao dô dicas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;entaao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;ouçam 'Kids' do MGMT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;eh bem massa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;eu li sobre os caras no jornal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;quando ouvi as musicas, nao acreditei de tao bom que era.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220821669001211826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_j23chJTYW3c/SHQVpZh6r7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/8nYDCh_0Up0/s320/mgmt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Happy listening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-782506669731012650?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/782506669731012650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/782506669731012650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2008/07/msica.html' title='- Música (:'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_j23chJTYW3c/SHQVpZh6r7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/8nYDCh_0Up0/s72-c/mgmt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-8964969889754226358</id><published>2008-07-08T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T18:31:02.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- BC beach (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;iiiiiiissááá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;já sai de Blumenau, to em Bauneário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;e tá muuuito bom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;saidera com a prima e o dignissimo dela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;tarde de cinema com o primo e a dignissima dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;minha irma se irritando de longe com o dignissimo dela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;e eu, procurando um dignissimo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;é, as coisas nao estao taoooo faceis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;o que eu nao entendo é que quando eu nao dava, tinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;agora que dá, nao tem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;o tempo de eu sair de um relacionamento, é o tempo pra qualquer cara massa entrar em um relacionamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;eu ainda nao me conformei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;fazer o que?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;lembranças. muitas lembranças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;isso dói.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;maaas nada que eu já nao tenha comentado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;é que muita coisa se passou aqui. entao aqui as memorias sao mais fortes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;de resto, tuuudo suave na nave (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'eu nao me conformei com o absurdo'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~* pro mar ficar mais lindo &lt;u&gt;ainda&lt;/u&gt; fanta voce*~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;BC, terça 8 de julho de 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-8964969889754226358?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/8964969889754226358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/8964969889754226358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2008/07/bc-beach.html' title='- BC beach (:'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-899606637868339804</id><published>2008-07-03T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T12:00:51.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- santa e bela :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nao , nao estou falando de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;aehhiaoehiaehiaieoiae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;ai, to besta hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;mas enfim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;TO NO SUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;pra ser mais especifica to em Blumenau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;terra de alemao *o*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;jah avistei algumas coisinhas aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;hihi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;to animada pra essas ferias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;nao to pensando em voltar com o outro lah, nao o marginal. o oooutro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;nao sei ainda. mas de um coisa eu to certa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;nao eh pegando figurinha repitida que eu vou conseguir achar alguem que me faça sentir o que eu quero, principalmente se a figurinha jah me provo que nao nega nenhum album.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;mas, tenho muuuitos dias ainda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;voo aproveitar :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;sem mais novidades, eu acho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ninguem vai me segurar \o&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Blumenau, quinta 3 de julho de 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-899606637868339804?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/899606637868339804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/899606637868339804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2008/07/santa-e-bela.html' title='- santa e bela :)'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-995628404562289579</id><published>2008-06-26T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T11:51:25.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- Single (again)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Soooooooolteira :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;e declaro temporada de caça aberta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;aehioaehoahoehoaehoaoie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;eu to bem feliz sabe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;mesmo que bem confusa com aquela historia de voltar ou nao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;vo aproveitar BEM as ferias, vo pensar bem tambem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;vo pra casa da minha vó em Bauneario, sair com os primos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;enfim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;deixar a cabeça livre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;e quando nao tiver nada pra fazer, eu caminho até a praia, leio um pouco. e penso bastante :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;eh bem capaz que ainda mude de ideia algumas vezes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;mas tudo bem. afinal, se nao fossem as minha mudanças de ideia eu nao teria pensado em terminar com o 'marginal' o que foi uma das melhores coisas que jah fiz nessa confusao toda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;foi um grande fardo que deixei de carregar, uma preucupaçao a menos (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Nada existe de permanente a nao ser a mudança"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Campinas, quinta 26 de junho de 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-995628404562289579?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/995628404562289579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;vo larga do 'marginal' (como diz o Coiso hihi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;e vo passa a ferias sussa, aproveita bem sabe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;e nao deixar de pensar no caso do ex peguetz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;porque eu quero muito, só preciso analisar se vale mesmo a pena..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;entes das ferias e talvez durante as ferias, eu pergunto se ele nao mudo de ideia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;porque eu nao to afim de pensa a toa tambem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;enfim..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;BORA SER FELIZ :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;tá mais do que na hora né.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;mas mesmo assim, os fantasmas nao param de me azucrinar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;nao importa o que eu ouço..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;toda musica me faz pensar no que nao foi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;e me pergunto se, por acaso, poderia ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;queria poder sentir daquele mesmo jeito denovo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;sabe aquele forrozinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;'voce eh a unica que nao me dá valor. entao porque será esse valor o que eu ainda quero ter?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;é bem assim o trein aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;a vontade que eu tenho é de voltar no tempo e retirar muita coisa que eu disse..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;ou talvez nao muita, apenas o suficiente pra nao ter dito 'quero te esquecer'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;fez um ano isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;ainda nao esqueci :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;nada me faz esquecer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;pelo contrario soh me faz lembrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;enfim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;keep walking (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;faz falta? sim, muita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;mas como ele disse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;'se for pra gente fica junto ficaremos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;o mundo dará suas voltas, mas nós vamos ficar juntos'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;*dá a volta mais rapido mundo, pro tempo passa mais depressa, tudo isso passa e ele ser MEU*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fim com o marginal: acha que eu to na sua mao. mas meu peh ta na sua bunda (;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pro utimo caso: te levo um churros, se voce ainda quiser..levo só pra ganhar um beijo seu!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Campinas, quarta 18 de junho de 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-3211082279492737078?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/3211082279492737078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/3211082279492737078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-fim-est-prximo-o.html' title='- o fim está próximo! :O'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-5871486285738419636</id><published>2008-06-09T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T12:28:50.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pessoas e muros</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Uma mulher sueca declarou na semana passada que é apaixonada pelo Muro de Berlim. Sim. É sério. Eija-Riitta, 54, inclusive incluiu Berliner-Mauer em seu sobrenome e se considera casada com o muro (ou com o que restou dele). Isso demonstra duas coisas: podemos nos apaixonar por qualquer coisa e esse negócio de príncipe é uma farsa. E, se ela gamou, é porque o muro devia ter alguma qualidade. Começamos a enlouquecer e a pensar numa espécie de classificação com as pessoas de acordo com muros. Concluímos que existe a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Pessoa Muro de Berlim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Você não sabe o que quer da vida. Uma hora quer uma coisa e, no minuto seguinte, o oposto. Um dia acorda querendo consumir que nem uma desvairada. Na semana seguinte, faz voto de pobreza e se filia ao movimento da Simplicidade Voluntária. Pessoas desse tipo também são um pouco datadas. Afinal, o Muro de Berlim nem existe mais. Gostam de roupas e de sofás retrôs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Pessoa Muro das Lamentações&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Você conhece uma pessoa assim. Como o próprio nome diz, vive se lamentando. Você pergunta se está tudo bem e ela começa uma palestra de cinco horas e meia sobre os problemas da vida. E a vida como vai? A pessoa muro de lamentações logo arruma um problema para azucrinar você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Pessoa Muralha da China&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sim, você não se contenta com um pequeno muro, constrói logo uma coisa tão gigantesca que dá para ser vista até mesmo da Lua. O problema é que, com este pensamento gigante, acaba querendo atingir objetivos impossíveis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Pessoa Cerca Eletrificada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;De temperamento agressivo, sempre dá choques, chutes e pontapés. É sujeita a brigas sem motivo e não deixa ninguém chegar perto. Tem dificuldade de se relacionar e, no serviço, tem problemas com a equipe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Pessoa Cerquinha de Desenho Animado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;A pessoa regida por esse signo é ingênua e acha que a vida é cheia de situações ideais. Tipo o casamento perfeito, o trabalho legal etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Pessoa Arame Farpado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Agressiva, violentada, adora jogar umas farpas. Mas é inteligente. E até pode ser um bom amigo. Desde que você não tente passar por cima dela. Aí, filha, você vai se machucar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mas também existem as Pessoas em Cima do Muro. E essas são as piores. Sempre. Mais vale ser uma Muralha da China do que ser assim. Na vida, é preciso ter lado."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;(Jô Hallack; Nina Lemos; Raq Affonso. Folhateen 9/06/08)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pois é.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;eu pensei que já tivesse decidida..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;pois nao estou, hoje mudei de idéia denovo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;e quero voltar Oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;mas até a volta das aulas, ainda tenho muita chances de mudar de idéia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"mas como começar denovo se a ferida que sangrou acustumou a me sentir prejudicado?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;é fácil!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é só voce lavar o rosto e deixar que a água suja leve longe do seu corpo, um infeliz passado"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(A minha graidão é uma pessoa - Nando Reis)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;porque nao? Ôo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Campinas, segunda 9 de junho de 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-5871486285738419636?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/5871486285738419636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/5871486285738419636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2008/06/pessoas-e-muros.html' title='Pessoas e muros'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-2394292501218331975</id><published>2008-06-08T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T13:32:38.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- música (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ouçam as músicas que me fizeram pirar ontem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;'Nao vou me adaptar'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;'Marvin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;'Do seu lado' (a versao do Nando ;])&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209587719765244802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/SEwsbfbYO4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/YjrjSLrGnI0/s320/nando.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ps: só porque ele é MUITO foda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Happy listening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-2394292501218331975?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-3523657609627787167</id><published>2008-06-08T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T09:33:38.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- show do Nando</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ontem foi o show do Nando Reis na Red...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;EU FUI :D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;tuuudo perfeito !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;menos a banda de abertura, e o extremo atraso de tudo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;mas enfim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;pulei, cantei, dancei, enlouqueci, e me comportei (é claro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;mas foi impressionante..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;as luzes, o próprio Nando, mesmo que um pouco xapado..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;tao querido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;ele disse tchal e eu já fiquei meio decepcioada, porque nao tinha cantado Marvin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;pra que?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;ele volta tooooodo saltitante..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;canto Marvir *o*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;aii pirei de vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;MARAVILHOSO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;já to xavecando minha mae pra ir no proximo show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;ela disse que nao dá e blá blá blá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;mas ainda tenho um tempinho (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;hihi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;uma hora ele disse uma coisa que faz bastante sentido:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;'nao existem problemas que nós nao possamos resolver. a gente consegue resolver todos os problemas. menos os problemas BONS. os problemas BONS nao teem soluçao. mas como problema BOM nunca tem...(risos)'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;ou seja, nao há problema que nao tenha soluçao (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;e eu parei pra pensar, e é verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;de um jeito ou de outro..sempre tem uma maneira de solucionar um problema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'trocaria a eterninade pela noite que chegou'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(sou dela - Nando Reis)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Campinas, domingo, 8 de junho de 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-3523657609627787167?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/3523657609627787167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/3523657609627787167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2008/06/show-do-nando.html' title='- show do Nando'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-9115553091690017181</id><published>2008-06-05T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T09:37:17.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- confusoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pois bemm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;me pediram de volta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;SIM, o ex peguetz pediu pra voltar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;fiquei feliz, pensei no caso..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;minha mente vai e volta, vai e volta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;mas quem me garante que nao vai acontecer tudo de novo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;eu gosto dele, morro de vontade de voltar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;mas será que vale a pena arriscar tudo isso, tipo, o poco do carinho que ainda tenho por ele..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;eu penso, penso, penso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;e no fim acho que vou deixar meu orgulho e meu amor proprio falar mais alto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;porque antes do sentimento que eu tenho por ele vem o sentimento que eu tenho por MIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;já fui troxa uma vez, e isso é um tanto aceitvel..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;mas ser troxa de novo é ridiculo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;e eu to bem até com o peguetz atual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;mas as férias tao chegando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;e eu acho que nenhum dos dois tao prontos pra ficar longe um do outro, e ao mesmo tempo presos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;os dois querem aproveitar, sei lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;tenho que dar tempo ao tempo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;temos mais um mês pra ver (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;dependendo do andar da carroagem, quem sabe no fim das contas, eu fique meio presa nas férias..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;tudo pode acontecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;e mudando de assunto, pra um acontecimento horrendo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dean morreu ontem :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;cai em lagrimas no sofá assistindo ao utimo episodio da temporada do Supernatural..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;na temporada passada foi o Sam que morreu, mas nada que um tratado com o demo nao resolvesse a situaçao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;mas quando o tratado teve fim, o Dean morre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;ah, foi demais pra mim..;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;nao me aguentava em lagrimas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;e gritava 'deeeeean =\\\'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;maas, tudo se resolvee (assim espero eu né).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;volta Dean? *o*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;agora só na espera da 4ª temporada,e o vicio continuará (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;ps: assistam Nárnia (o novo) é perfeito! é uma coisa que te prende sabe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;ótimo! entra paro o top5 junto com o primeiro filme da série (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'nao vou voltar, eu nao esqueço de me amar'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(nao vou voltar - monalisaoverdrive)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Campinas, quinta 5 de junho de 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-9115553091690017181?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/9115553091690017181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/9115553091690017181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2008/06/confusoes.html' title='- confusoes'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-5323889612675858500</id><published>2008-06-01T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T12:44:56.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- flashback</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;eu tava ouvindo umas musicas..&lt;br /&gt;uns CD's antigos, umas musicas antigas..&lt;br /&gt;que fazem lembrar de coisas antigas..&lt;br /&gt;sentimentos antigos...&lt;br /&gt;talvez nem tao antigos Oo.&lt;br /&gt;porque eu sei que lá no fundo..bem no fundo&lt;br /&gt;eu to esperando ele chegar e me roubar..&lt;br /&gt;me levar pra outro planeta, e cumprir tudo que prometeu.&lt;br /&gt;ir além, me matar de amor, e prometer mais..&lt;br /&gt;e cumprir o dobro.&lt;br /&gt;eu sei que eu o procuro em outros corpos..&lt;br /&gt;vejo o rosto dele em outros rostos...&lt;br /&gt;e o pouco que eu ouvi da sua voz, ainda ecoa na minha mente.&lt;br /&gt;e as vezes eu escuto 'vem, linda'.&lt;br /&gt;e ai a gente atravessa as tantas pontes que a gente formou.&lt;br /&gt;e ai, eu acordo...&lt;br /&gt;=\&lt;br /&gt;como ele mesmo disse&lt;br /&gt;'viver com voce seria um sonho, tudo que sempre quis'&lt;br /&gt;mas ele também disse&lt;br /&gt;'uma felicidade criada encima de uma ilusao, é uma felicidade falsa'.&lt;br /&gt;ai..chega de falsidade por hoje (;&lt;br /&gt;o negócio agora é casar com o Coiso e passar a lua de mel em Veneza&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'I've been waiting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've been searching&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've been hoping&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've been dreaming you would come back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But i know the ending of this story&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're never coming back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;never '&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Predictable - Good Charlotte)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Campinas, domingo, 1 de junho de 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-5323889612675858500?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/5323889612675858500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/5323889612675858500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2008/06/flashback.html' title='- flashback'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-636345686447576844</id><published>2008-05-26T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T10:40:40.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Música (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;escutem "Ready for the floor" do Hot Chip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;viciante..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;passa toda hora na tv, mas a calça amarela de um dos caras é maravilhosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*o*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204742200828650466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/SDr1dKvgY-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/sO78Z73fazE/s320/hot_chip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Happy listening&lt;br /&gt;;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-636345686447576844?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/636345686447576844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/636345686447576844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2008/05/msica_26.html' title='Música (:'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/SDr1dKvgY-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/sO78Z73fazE/s72-c/hot_chip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-3447748811510658417</id><published>2008-05-26T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T10:35:19.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- crise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;aaah, eu vo morrer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;meu peguetz vai fazer um trein lá do exército e só volta na sexta feira..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;o pior é que sexta feira é dia de faxina em casa, e nao é certeza que eu vo conseguir ve-lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;(pouco exagerada Oo hahahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;ele me chamo pra sair ontem , mas era aniversario do meu pai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;entao nao tina como =\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;aah meeeew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;eu to gamada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;:O:O:O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;abiaeoaehiaheiohioaehioae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;eu sei que periga de eu quebra a cara denovo, mas faz parte..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;eu gosto de fica com ele...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;nao é a mesma sensaçao que eu tinha com o ex, ou com o dito cujo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;as vezes parece que é MELHOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;ele é querido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;mas enfim, wait and see (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You give me feelings that I adore"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Campinas segunda 26 de maio de 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-3447748811510658417?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/3447748811510658417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/3447748811510658417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2008/05/crise.html' title='- crise'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-327169938584350037</id><published>2008-05-20T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T15:52:05.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;nao consigo pensar sobre nada pra escrever, entao..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;imaginem um ótimo post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;com conteúdo, um tanto ironico, indiretamente direto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;é isso aí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;(;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;preciso voltar a fazer leituras complementares.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Campinas, terça 20 de maio de 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-327169938584350037?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/327169938584350037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/327169938584350037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='- ?'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-5666633330285996179</id><published>2008-05-13T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T11:35:46.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- Música (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Na trilha sonora do 'Speed Racer' tem uma musica que eu acho fantástica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;chama-se "Free Bird" do &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lynyrd Skynyrd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;no filme eles colocaram só o solo da musica (que é uma das principais razoes de ser fantástica)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;ouçam (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199932346092755138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/SCne6xjsGMI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ZS6Beuh6M7g/s320/lynyrd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Happy listening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-5666633330285996179?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/5666633330285996179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/5666633330285996179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2008/05/msica.html' title='- Música (:'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/SCne6xjsGMI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ZS6Beuh6M7g/s72-c/lynyrd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-8713908569907740534</id><published>2008-05-13T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T11:24:21.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- superando</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Conversei por um tempo com o cara me chamo pra sair..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;percebi que nao posso ficar pegando uns esperando que o outro volte e etc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;sim, coisas obvias, eu sei. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;mas eu senti uma coisa ruim quando ele pergunto se eu ia usa-lo pra esquecer do outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;decidi que NAO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;nao vou usar ninguem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;vou apenas esquecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;nao vou esperar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;se quiser voltar, que chupe o dedo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;nao vou mais dar importancia pra isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;é, no fim acho que tomei decisoes um tanto importantes pra agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;vo fica com o cara sim, vamos ver onde vai dar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;até onde eu vejo, eu nao tenho nada a perder..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;vou ganhar só..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;e vou ser feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quem vive de passado é museu (;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Campinas, quinta 13 de maio de 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-8713908569907740534?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/8713908569907740534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/8713908569907740534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2008/05/superando.html' title='- superando'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-5405802965251854909</id><published>2008-05-10T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T13:31:44.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- voltando no tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ontem fui ver 'Speed Racer'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;FANTÁSICO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;na aula eu tinha lembrado que era o dia da estreia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;mas em casa soh fui lembrar as 18h que era a estreia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;fui desesperada atras de compania e horarios, pra ver se eu conseguia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;consegui. Minha irma foi comigo,e conseguimos uma sessao as 21 e poquinho..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;no cinema, vi que miha irma tava panguando, dai perguntei 'mew, voce nunca viu Speed Racer?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;ela disse 'eu nao'..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;foi ai que eu percebi que passei minha infancia na frente da tv vendo desenhos que só os garotos viam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;enquanto as mininas da minha idade brincavam de barbie, e assistiam Xuxa, eu assistia Speed Racer, Capitao caverna, Digimon, Pokemon, Dragon Ball...enfim..&lt;br /&gt;desenhos de menino..&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;mas sabe, eu nao me arrependo nao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;sao otimos desenhos, e concerteza os filmes que foram/serao feitos deles sao muito melhores que os filmes da Barbie ou da Xuxa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;voltando para o assunto Speed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;what a movie *o*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;com certeza, entro pro meu top5...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;muito bom, desde a escolha dos atores e a interpretação até os efeitos e etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Muito, muito bom..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;eu recomendo do fundo do meu coraçao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;sentada na cadeira do cimena, e ouvindo a musiquinha tema do desenho, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;voltei no tempo, e derrepente eu tava sentada no sofá de casa, assistinho desenho de minino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;me senti aquela mesma minina muleca que eu sempre fui..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;acho que essa foi a melhor parte de ter ido ver o filme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;(depois do Emile Hirsch e do Jack do Lost gigantes na minha frente por 2h e 15min huhuuu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'go Speed Racer, go Speed Racer, go Speed Racer GO'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Campinas sábado 10 de maio de 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-5405802965251854909?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/5405802965251854909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/5405802965251854909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2008/05/voltando-no-tempo.html' title='- voltando no tempo'/><author><name>'   Ferr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813270618126596478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j23chJTYW3c/TOsTDbsbkSI/AAAAAAAAAWk/xse65QMc9E0/S220/101_0146.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3717870585092511985.post-5133260858283061192</id><published>2008-05-07T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T16:06:13.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- tá osso</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ae, finalmente chegou a tao esperada por todos Semana de oraçao \o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;ahahha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;na escola isso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;dessa vez a gente nao perde aula, mas eh muito bom pra matar o tempo, sabe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;o cara hoje falo sobre pessoas que largam alegrias de vida pra ter prazeres passageiros..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;uma pessoa nao tirava os olhos de mim..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;siiim siiim, o ex-peguetz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;com a mina dele do lado dele, ele olhava pra tras na caruda (ele disfarçava, mas como eu disfarço muitas* vezes, já sei ver quando alguem disfarça).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;até minha amiga disse que ele nao parava de olhar pra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;muita gente diz que ele gosta de mim, mas é criança ainda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;hoje descobri que a historia de ser corna é verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;entao, há a possibilidade de ele ter terminado pelo peso na consciencia de ter feito algo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;e nao pra catar todas, vai ver foi só desculpa..sei lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;na verdade, nao importa muito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;importa que ele olho pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;uhull!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;e nao é só na capela nao, durante as aulas tbm, eu pego ele olhando..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;eu evito olhar, mas as vezes nao aguento hoho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;eu do risada, brinco..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;mas ainda nao to bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;um amigo pergunto se eu tava bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;eu disse 'to otima :D' e dei um sorrisao..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;ele disse 'nao tá nao, e voce sabe disso.. rir por fora mas chorar por dentro eh bem pior. sabe disso né?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;isso me incuco, eh verdade..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;eu to numa filosofia 'boys dont cry' (sabe aquela musiquinha do the cure?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;'i try to laugh about it, hiding the tears in my eyes'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;eu sei que é pior, mas eu nao quero encher ninguem com as minhas mágoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;porque se até eu to de saco cheio de chorar por isso, meus amigos devem tá querendo me matar, só pra eu nao tocar mais no assunto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;mas eu continuo com o pensamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;'te quero, te quero, te quero'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;só nao tenho mais coragem de falar pros outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOMENTO DE HISTERIA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;' eu faria qualquer coisa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pra trazer voce devolta pro meu lado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas só fico rindo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;escondendo as lágrimas dos meus olhos'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(boys don't cry- The Cure)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Campinas, quarta 7 de maio de 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&gt;FM&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3717870585092511985-5133260858283061192?l=lifeonmarss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/5133260858283061192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3717870585092511985/posts/default/5133260858283061192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeonmarss.blogspot.com/2008/05/t-osso.html' title='- tá osso'/><author><name>'   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