<?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-1911807952966600944</id><updated>2011-07-28T14:17:02.938-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha Morada dos Sonhos (:</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moradadosonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1911807952966600944/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moradadosonhos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kelly Carvalho :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255383996216452575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQjPn8KYJK4/SlCpZaiwvMI/AAAAAAAAABc/wnfwo1k4sWE/S220/IMG0100A.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1911807952966600944.post-4635308459962610272</id><published>2009-07-13T16:35:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T16:47:20.298-03:00</updated><title type='text'>os altos e baixos da busca por um sonho</title><content type='html'>ultimamante ato meio desanimada pra ficar na net, minha tem passado por várias transformações ultimamente maiis não vou falar disso já comecei a desistir daqui pois concerteza naum sou muito popular na blogsfera e nem entendo de html pra personalizar de verdade meu blog na verdade eu tenho um sonho, o sonho de participar do tudo de blog  na capricho eu vejo todos os blogs das meninas e fico sonhando e pensando se um dia eu vou ter um blog assim...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; não eu naum sou uma derrotada apenas já lutei tanto que também tenho meus momento de fraqueza e eu não desistir dos meus sonhos não mesmo!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beijocas gente!!!&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/1911807952966600944-4635308459962610272?l=moradadosonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moradadosonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/4635308459962610272/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moradadosonhos.blogspot.com/2009/07/os-altos-e-baixos-da-busca-por-um-sonho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1911807952966600944/posts/default/4635308459962610272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1911807952966600944/posts/default/4635308459962610272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moradadosonhos.blogspot.com/2009/07/os-altos-e-baixos-da-busca-por-um-sonho.html' title='os altos e baixos da busca por um sonho'/><author><name>Kelly Carvalho :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255383996216452575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQjPn8KYJK4/SlCpZaiwvMI/AAAAAAAAABc/wnfwo1k4sWE/S220/IMG0100A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1911807952966600944.post-1575065601152318424</id><published>2009-07-09T18:17:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T18:30:34.041-03:00</updated><title type='text'>férias queridas e necessárias</title><content type='html'>Uhu, férias as minhas tão necessárias férias post sem noção que parace mais uma twittada do que post, bom gente deois de quatro de exclusão do mundo estdando para uma bendita prova de recuperação, cheguei na escola fiz quase tudo mas o resultado só depois do recesso.&lt;div&gt;Ok então era só pra registrar....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;boas férias pra mim e pra vcs beijinhos ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255383996216452575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQjPn8KYJK4/SlCpZaiwvMI/AAAAAAAAABc/wnfwo1k4sWE/S220/IMG0100A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1911807952966600944.post-760175266852302010</id><published>2009-07-05T11:32:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T11:48:49.748-03:00</updated><title type='text'>o que somos agora?</title><content type='html'>lendo tópicos da comu my space do orkut (link de acesso alí oh -------&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me identifiquei muito com o de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;uma&lt;/span&gt; menina que falava da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;raridade&lt;/span&gt; de se encontrar verdadeiros amigos,por que se pensarmos só um pouco chegaremos a terrível conclusão de que não se escuta mais as pessoas e nem fala mais com as pessoas, é triste por que é a mesma que estar sozinho, mas por que será  que somos assim estou meio assustada por que tudo que os &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;filósofos&lt;/span&gt; falam passam a ter sentido as pessoas estão presas em sala  sentada em uma cadeira com a sua &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;telinha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Talvez seja por isso a dificuldade de se achar uma amigo de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;verdade&lt;/span&gt; eu pelo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;menos&lt;/span&gt; penso assim um coisa leva a outra, as pessoas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tem&lt;/span&gt; medo de sair de casa por causa da violência então a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;solução&lt;/span&gt; é ficar com a sua &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;telinha&lt;/span&gt; e seu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;msn&lt;/span&gt;, essa falta de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;contato&lt;/span&gt; entre pessoas está fazendo com que o mundo virtual supere o real, e que o único confidente &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;verdadeiro&lt;/span&gt; seja o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;pc&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt; não eu não quero chegar ao ponto de desabafar com máquinas , mas será que isso já não existe?&lt;br /&gt;será que já confiamos mais no nosso computador, do que em pessoas que nos cercam?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1911807952966600944-760175266852302010?l=moradadosonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQjPn8KYJK4/SlCpZaiwvMI/AAAAAAAAABc/wnfwo1k4sWE/S220/IMG0100A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1911807952966600944.post-8083165681608647105</id><published>2009-07-03T12:08:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T12:26:01.259-03:00</updated><title type='text'>UP UP!</title><content type='html'>Aê consegui colocar acapa da caprico aquê e tabm a capricho ama Avril Lavigne, upup, aos poucos vou conseguindo entender masi html e css, sim senhor!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meio sem noção esse post mais era só para comemorar mesmo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1911807952966600944-8083165681608647105?l=moradadosonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQjPn8KYJK4/SlCpZaiwvMI/AAAAAAAAABc/wnfwo1k4sWE/S220/IMG0100A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1911807952966600944.post-3600459442422117135</id><published>2009-07-03T10:18:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T10:52:36.315-03:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday mãe!</title><content type='html'>Vim deixar meus parabéns para uma pessoas ultra especial para mim, especial mesmo, minha linda mãe, que faz aniversário amanhã mas como ela não está vai aqui eu decide deixar minha homenagemzinha pra ela:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MÃE EU TXE AMO DE MUITÃO OBRIGADO POR TUDO QUE VOCÊ SEMPRE E FAZ POR MIM!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOJE TÁ LIBERADO PODE FAZER O QUE QUISER, VOU ESCUTAR ATÉ BREGA POR CAUSA DE VC HOJE, MAS SE TXE FAZ FELIZ A GENTE PASSA POR QUALQUER COISA ASSIM COMO PASSA POR NÓS...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MUITAS FELICIDES MINHA MAMÃE QUERIDA DA SUA FILHOTXA QUE TXE AMA MUITÃO MESMO ³&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1911807952966600944-3600459442422117135?l=moradadosonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moradadosonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/3600459442422117135/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moradadosonhos.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-mae.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1911807952966600944/posts/default/3600459442422117135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1911807952966600944/posts/default/3600459442422117135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moradadosonhos.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-mae.html' title='happy birthday mãe!'/><author><name>Kelly Carvalho :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255383996216452575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQjPn8KYJK4/SlCpZaiwvMI/AAAAAAAAABc/wnfwo1k4sWE/S220/IMG0100A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1911807952966600944.post-6249329872271741600</id><published>2009-07-01T17:36:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T17:48:38.624-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Nossa eu estou tentano deixar esse meu blog com a minhacara mais pormais que eu tente é tá muito dificil, nossa eu já cansei de olhar os ouros blogs e vê-los lindos e não consiguo deixar o meu assim.... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;ALGUÉM ME DÁ UM HELP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1911807952966600944-6249329872271741600?l=moradadosonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moradadosonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/6249329872271741600/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moradadosonhos.blogspot.com/2009/07/nossa-eu-estou-tentano-deixar-esse-meu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1911807952966600944/posts/default/6249329872271741600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1911807952966600944/posts/default/6249329872271741600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moradadosonhos.blogspot.com/2009/07/nossa-eu-estou-tentano-deixar-esse-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly Carvalho :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255383996216452575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQjPn8KYJK4/SlCpZaiwvMI/AAAAAAAAABc/wnfwo1k4sWE/S220/IMG0100A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1911807952966600944.post-4780987499993271485</id><published>2009-07-01T13:57:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T14:05:15.510-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>passei dois dias sem postar aqui ,mais o suficiente para me sentir mal, tracei uma própria meta de postar todos os dias,  em busca de um sonho, mas uma forte dor de cabeça aliada com provas finais, e a terrivel tensão de de ser aprovada me fizeram ausentar e sem conseguir pensar no que escrever até no twitter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas estou de volta com minhas "bolinhas aleatórias" pra escrever !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;até a próxima postagem beijinhos!!!;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Bolinhas aleatórias é uma coluna da capricho que eu adoro que é escrita por Liliane Prata.xoxo Luh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1911807952966600944-4780987499993271485?l=moradadosonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moradadosonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/4780987499993271485/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moradadosonhos.blogspot.com/2009/07/passei-dois-dias-sem-postar-aqui-mais-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1911807952966600944/posts/default/4780987499993271485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1911807952966600944/posts/default/4780987499993271485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moradadosonhos.blogspot.com/2009/07/passei-dois-dias-sem-postar-aqui-mais-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly Carvalho :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255383996216452575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQjPn8KYJK4/SlCpZaiwvMI/AAAAAAAAABc/wnfwo1k4sWE/S220/IMG0100A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1911807952966600944.post-4834639369755869925</id><published>2009-06-28T11:45:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T12:04:44.821-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor de fã é incindicional.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Foi em &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;março&lt;/span&gt; 2007 quando escutei pela primeira vez no dia do meu aniversário, passando m canal temporário de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; aberta , foi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;exatamente&lt;/span&gt; nesse dia que escutei pela primeira o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Chemical&lt;/span&gt; Romance, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nossa já&lt;/span&gt; me apaixonei de cara por eles daí pra frente foi só aumentando sei &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;todas&lt;/span&gt; as músicas de cor fui &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;a primeira&lt;/span&gt; na minha escola a saber do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;show&lt;/span&gt; no Brasil, quase &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;enfartei&lt;/span&gt;  pulei de alegria de alegria no meio trabalho da minha mãe, e passei um mês sonhando em &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;velos&lt;/span&gt; bem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;pertinho&lt;/span&gt; de mim, mas veio o desastre era muito caro e eu não pude, eu passei &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;exatamente&lt;/span&gt; um mês chorando toda noite, e nos dias do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;show&lt;/span&gt; não consegui dormir,comprei todas as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;revistas&lt;/span&gt; com todas as matérias sobre o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;show&lt;/span&gt;, tentava mostrar meu amor de fã por eles de todos os &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;jeitos&lt;/span&gt;, é claro que eu também tenho outras paixões de outros estilos musicais , mas pra mim eles são tudo e mais um pouco as musicas são o que eu quero ouvir, eles são d+!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Essa foi uma maneira de mostrar todo a minha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;admiração&lt;/span&gt; por vocês de verdade !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;OBS&lt;/span&gt;: Sigo todos no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;twwiter&lt;/span&gt; , corro paro tudo que to fazendo pra ver o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;clipe&lt;/span&gt; deles na &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;MTV&lt;/span&gt;, e por sinal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;estou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;escutando&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;SLEEP&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;enquanto&lt;/span&gt; posto!!!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;OBS&lt;/span&gt;.2:Seles vierem de novo não sei aguento não ir acho que fujo de casa sei &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;lá&lt;/span&gt;, ai não gosto nem de pensar!!!.&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/1911807952966600944-4834639369755869925?l=moradadosonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moradadosonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/4834639369755869925/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moradadosonhos.blogspot.com/2009/06/amor-de-fa-e-incindicional.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1911807952966600944/posts/default/4834639369755869925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1911807952966600944/posts/default/4834639369755869925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moradadosonhos.blogspot.com/2009/06/amor-de-fa-e-incindicional.html' title='Amor de fã é incindicional.'/><author><name>Kelly Carvalho :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255383996216452575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQjPn8KYJK4/SlCpZaiwvMI/AAAAAAAAABc/wnfwo1k4sWE/S220/IMG0100A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1911807952966600944.post-8712129337609717707</id><published>2009-06-27T13:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T13:42:48.985-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson ! uma morte misteriosa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: courier new; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Assistindo&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;todos&lt;/span&gt; os noticiários, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;programação&lt;/span&gt; especial da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mtv&lt;/span&gt; dedicada a ele, percebi o quanto aquele cara influenciou o mundo e uma entrevista em especial me chamou a atenção diante de todas as perguntas que cercam essa tragédia, porque ele morreu assim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;derrepente&lt;/span&gt;? com a carreira a ser relançada, porque agora? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: courier new; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;E todos sabemos que Michael era único não falo como fã mas como admiradora, ele foi único e sempre será único, voltando a entrevista um fã do Michael aqui no Brasil falou que o Michael não morreu e sim MATARAM ele, se pensarmos para &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;refletir&lt;/span&gt; um pouco &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;percebemos&lt;/span&gt; que há fundamentos nessa afirmação, afinal só vemos o lado bom da fama, mas quem a vive convive com seu lado ruim então se já deve ser um saco aguentar todo os &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;paparazzi&lt;/span&gt; e holofotes imagina aguentar tudo isso junto com todas aquelas acusações de que ele foi vítima, ele não tinha paz e ninguém podia duvidar que ele ajudava os outros disso há várias provas que podem comprovar isso e assim como fã falou eu também acho que mataram o Michael, noticias sobre ele vendiam feito água daí era prato cheio &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;para os&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;fofoqueiros&lt;/span&gt; de plantão e tudo mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: courier new; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Um fato que ninguém nunca vai mudar foi que ele revolucionou gerações  e que ele sempre será o rei do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;pop&lt;/span&gt;, e fica a pergunta no ar será que ele cansou de viver como disse o fã?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: courier new; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;eternamente no meu coração e todos os fãs do mundo inteiro vá em paz Michael e continue brilhando onde quer que esteja!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/1911807952966600944-8712129337609717707?l=moradadosonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moradadosonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/8712129337609717707/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQjPn8KYJK4/SlCpZaiwvMI/AAAAAAAAABc/wnfwo1k4sWE/S220/IMG0100A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1911807952966600944.post-2754690667122678497</id><published>2009-06-27T13:41:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T13:41:42.474-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ainda não acredito que ele morreu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Assim que abri o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;msn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; hoje , no "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;msn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; hoje", vinha dizendo que Michael Jackson havia morrido, a noticia não era confirmada mas entrei no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;twitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; e es&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;tava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; todo mundo comentando, foi imediato cai de queixo na frente do monitor, meu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; ´quase como acreditar que 2+2 são seis, fiquei muito triste &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;porque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; ele &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;estava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; retomando a carreira agora e tudo mais e agora isso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sinceramente enquanto não ouvir e ver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;em todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; os jornais não vou acreditar  a minha fixa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ainda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; tá caindo!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;mas meus profundos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;pêsames&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; , realmente mais uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;estrela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; foi para o céu!&lt;/span&gt;&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/1911807952966600944-2754690667122678497?l=moradadosonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moradadosonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/2754690667122678497/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moradadosonhos.blogspot.com/2009/06/ainda-nao-acredito-que-ele-morreu_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1911807952966600944/posts/default/2754690667122678497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1911807952966600944/posts/default/2754690667122678497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moradadosonhos.blogspot.com/2009/06/ainda-nao-acredito-que-ele-morreu_27.html' title='ainda não acredito que ele morreu!'/><author><name>Kelly Carvalho :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255383996216452575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQjPn8KYJK4/SlCpZaiwvMI/AAAAAAAAABc/wnfwo1k4sWE/S220/IMG0100A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1911807952966600944.post-7423647919706149012</id><published>2009-06-27T13:35:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T17:09:22.455-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ela é perfeita não é?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Concerteza&lt;/span&gt; ter uma amiga melhor que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt; em tudo é um massacre a sua &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;auto&lt;/span&gt;-estima  a todo tempo.Já passei por uma situação assim mais com o tempo a gente vai percebendo que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ela&lt;/span&gt; não é perfeita ela apenas tem suas qualidades e se destaca com elas.Quando o tempo vai passando você vai encontrando o seu próprio caminho e caminhando com as próprias pernas, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;vendo&lt;/span&gt; que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;vc&lt;/span&gt; também se destaca com suas qualidades e sendo você mesma!!! por isso se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;vc&lt;/span&gt; ainda passa por isso não se apavore você apenas está perdida e um dia irá encontrar seu caminho também!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1911807952966600944-7423647919706149012?l=moradadosonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moradadosonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/7423647919706149012/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moradadosonhos.blogspot.com/2009/06/ela-e-perfeita-nao-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1911807952966600944/posts/default/7423647919706149012'/><link rel='self' 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EU?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Minha mãe vive dizendo, que eu sou uma consumista nata mas só nos meus sonhos... já cansei de falar pra ela que sonho e realidade estão meio distantes nesse caso, se eu tivesse grana eu sei que teria que me controlar muito, mas eu não assim , eu sou controlada mas minha não acha isso ela diz que trazer uma blusa, um vestido ou alguma peça de roupa quase todas as vezes que se vai ao &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shopping&lt;/span&gt; é um exagero, mas uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blusinha&lt;/span&gt; ou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Duas&lt;/span&gt; por mês não faz mal a ninguém...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas fala sério é um sonho de toda garota poder entrar um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;shopping&lt;/span&gt; e comprar o que quiser não é?...&lt;br /&gt;Então não sou tão ruim assim vai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1911807952966600944-796808846599757045?l=moradadosonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moradadosonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/796808846599757045/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moradadosonhos.blogspot.com/2009/06/consumista-descontralada-eu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1911807952966600944/posts/default/796808846599757045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1911807952966600944/posts/default/796808846599757045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moradadosonhos.blogspot.com/2009/06/consumista-descontralada-eu.html' title='Consumista descontralada! EU?'/><author><name>Kelly Carvalho :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255383996216452575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQjPn8KYJK4/SlCpZaiwvMI/AAAAAAAAABc/wnfwo1k4sWE/S220/IMG0100A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1911807952966600944.post-8132169891812944194</id><published>2009-06-27T12:30:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T17:14:44.120-03:00</updated><title type='text'>a perfect boyfriend!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;O namorado perfeito não precisa ser do jeito que mamãe quer (convenhamos, que é quase impossivel), um namorado precisa de te respeitar, saber os seus limites e desvendar "mensagens sublinares" em frases como "quero ficar sozinha!"( mas me paparicar não vai fazer mal!), "quero mais tempo pra mim"(mais não significa me esquecer, pode ligar de vez em quando para saber como estou!)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Saber a diferença entre uma t.p.m e um stress, saber cuidar e entender e que as vezes um simples abraço ou quer um sorvete, é melhor que um diamante (as vezes, não sou de ferro tbm!)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Um namorado perfeito não existe, mas existe aquele tipo de namorado que se encaixa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;direitinho a você e depois vs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; percebe que ra tudo que queria. Ele pode não ser perfeito mas e daí eu tbm não sou mesmo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1911807952966600944-8132169891812944194?l=moradadosonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moradadosonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/8132169891812944194/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moradadosonhos.blogspot.com/2009/06/perfect-boyfriend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1911807952966600944/posts/default/8132169891812944194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1911807952966600944/posts/default/8132169891812944194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moradadosonhos.blogspot.com/2009/06/perfect-boyfriend.html' title='a perfect boyfriend!!!'/><author><name>Kelly Carvalho :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255383996216452575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQjPn8KYJK4/SlCpZaiwvMI/AAAAAAAAABc/wnfwo1k4sWE/S220/IMG0100A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1911807952966600944.post-352771806115839983</id><published>2009-06-25T21:44:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T11:51:06.015-03:00</updated><title type='text'>só pra postar mesmo..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lendo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;aquelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; poesias sobre avida o quanto ela é curta e etc. Nossa eu achava que era bobagem, mais não tudo pode acabar de um segundo pra outro mas como fazer isso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;hein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Até descobrir o jeito é aproveita- la do jeito que eu acho, com todos os meus amigos música e tudo mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e espero que viva o suficiente para isso, mas gente vale o conselho aproveite muito muito e muito até mesmo os momentos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ruins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; sem eles não &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;saberíamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; o que é &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;a felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; !!!! &lt;/span&gt;&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/1911807952966600944-352771806115839983?l=moradadosonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moradadosonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/352771806115839983/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moradadosonhos.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-pra-postar-mesmo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1911807952966600944/posts/default/352771806115839983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1911807952966600944/posts/default/352771806115839983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moradadosonhos.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-pra-postar-mesmo.html' title='só pra postar mesmo..'/><author><name>Kelly Carvalho :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255383996216452575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQjPn8KYJK4/SlCpZaiwvMI/AAAAAAAAABc/wnfwo1k4sWE/S220/IMG0100A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1911807952966600944.post-1707440653574138857</id><published>2009-06-24T17:21:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T12:08:20.128-03:00</updated><title type='text'>um turbilhão de emoções</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Hoje fiquei sabendo que uma pessoa muito querida esta passando por um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;problema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; sério de saúde. Isso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;simplesmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;acabou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; com o meu dia,não sei como reagir em uma situação dessas, não sei o que fazer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;derrepente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; me peguei chorando feito uma criança que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;perdeu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; um brinquedo, até agora me pergunto se eu sei realmente lidar com as situações que a vida me faz enfrentar todos os dias. Não sei como ajudar não sei mais como me reaproximar dessa pessoa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Simplesmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; a única coisa que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;consigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; sentir agora é medo, e realmente nessa hora eu não queria ter sentimentos , mas se faz parte da vida sentir isso me resta aceitar e me jogar de cara, mas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;concerteza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; agora eu sei. O mundo é feio e nunca estará disposto ate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;ajudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;.&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/1911807952966600944-1707440653574138857?l=moradadosonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moradadosonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/1707440653574138857/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moradadosonhos.blogspot.com/2009/06/um-turbilhao-de-emocoes.html#comment-form' 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type='text'>uma necessária mudança</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;To postando hoje mas to muito cansada, hoje simplismente bateu uma louca vontade de mudar, desesperada, então resolvi  me mudar pro meu quarto de vez engraçado é que eu tenho pavor a dormir num qurto sozinha mas preciso perder esse medo e decide começar hoje engraçado que justo hoje chove pra caramba coisa que aaqui não é muito comum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&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-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Bom parece até besteira mas ara mim é muito dificil só resta agora se adptar e eu quero muito isso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Nossa eu postei só pra não perder o costume!&lt;/span&gt;&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/1911807952966600944-9075443763373814691?l=moradadosonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moradadosonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/9075443763373814691/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moradadosonhos.blogspot.com/2009/06/uma-necessaria-mudanca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1911807952966600944/posts/default/9075443763373814691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1911807952966600944/posts/default/9075443763373814691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moradadosonhos.blogspot.com/2009/06/uma-necessaria-mudanca.html' title='uma necessária mudança'/><author><name>Kelly Carvalho :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255383996216452575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQjPn8KYJK4/SlCpZaiwvMI/AAAAAAAAABc/wnfwo1k4sWE/S220/IMG0100A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1911807952966600944.post-617498184658723227</id><published>2009-06-21T18:45:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T12:09:42.511-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A inocência dos quinze anos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: courier new; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Eu es&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;tava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; escutando a música da Taylor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Swift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;fifteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;, que descreve a história de uma menina que passa por um turbilhão de emoções e descobertas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: courier new; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Engraçado que me veio na cabeça um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;flash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; dos meus quinze anos , nossa eu era &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;igualzinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; a música achava que só era alguém quando tinha quinze anos e é impressionante como  a gente passa por sem perceber e s sente a tal... Nossa muito bizarro assim como ela diz na música eu caminhei devagar pela porta como se fosse meu primeiro dia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; sonhava com o primeiro encontro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;príncipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; encantado e tal...Mas não me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;arrependo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; de nada porque não há nada que se compare com experiência de se ter quinze anos as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;descobertas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; os &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;micos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; as notas baixas a festa, tudo é mágico quando se tem quinze anos , mas mesmo que você se ache uma idiota depois não perca nada,nada dos seus quinzes anos pois não há emoção melhor que viver isso cada segundo!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/1911807952966600944-617498184658723227?l=moradadosonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moradadosonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/617498184658723227/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moradadosonhos.blogspot.com/2009/06/inocencia-dos-quinze-anos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1911807952966600944/posts/default/617498184658723227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1911807952966600944/posts/default/617498184658723227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moradadosonhos.blogspot.com/2009/06/inocencia-dos-quinze-anos.html' title='A inocência dos quinze anos'/><author><name>Kelly Carvalho :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255383996216452575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQjPn8KYJK4/SlCpZaiwvMI/AAAAAAAAABc/wnfwo1k4sWE/S220/IMG0100A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1911807952966600944.post-6800270925442243071</id><published>2009-06-20T17:12:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T12:10:41.510-03:00</updated><title type='text'>cada um tem seu héroi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Incrivel&lt;/span&gt; que por mais &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;céticas&lt;/span&gt; que as pessoas sejam elas sempre acreditam em super-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;héroi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tava&lt;/span&gt; pensando nisso quando me perguntei o que seria do mundo se não tivesse os seus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hérois&lt;/span&gt;. Como assim se o mundo tivesse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hérois&lt;/span&gt; ele não deveria ser desse jeito certo? Certo quando se quer um herói com capa poderes especiais e que pode voar.. Mas falo daqueles que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tomam atitudes&lt;/span&gt; mesmo que pequenas para tentarem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;resolver&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;os&lt;/span&gt; problemas da terra mesmo que a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;situação&lt;/span&gt; seja caótica mesmo que não se tenha um super - homem, existem aquelas pessoas que estão sempre postas a ajudar a mudar pra melhor alguma coisa, pode não ser salvando um planeta mas talvez salvando um dia de uma pessoa, assim como aconteceu comigo e sabe a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;importância&lt;/span&gt; disso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: courier new; text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;que a partir &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;do momento&lt;/span&gt; que meu dia foi salvo senti uma enorme vontade de salvar o dia de alguém também e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;assim&lt;/span&gt; eu fiz meu dia. Não salvei a terra mas salvei o dia de alguém com um simples sorriso. :D&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/1911807952966600944-6800270925442243071?l=moradadosonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moradadosonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/6800270925442243071/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moradadosonhos.blogspot.com/2009/06/cada-um-tem-seu-heroi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1911807952966600944/posts/default/6800270925442243071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1911807952966600944/posts/default/6800270925442243071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moradadosonhos.blogspot.com/2009/06/cada-um-tem-seu-heroi.html' title='cada um tem seu héroi'/><author><name>Kelly Carvalho :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255383996216452575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQjPn8KYJK4/SlCpZaiwvMI/AAAAAAAAABc/wnfwo1k4sWE/S220/IMG0100A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1911807952966600944.post-4140153051501041691</id><published>2009-06-19T19:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T19:23:01.545-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A primeira vez a gente não esquece...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 12px; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'comic sans ms', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#CC99FF;"&gt;até chegar aqui não foi fácil, mas a realização e asensação recompensa qualquer coisa, muita coisa acontece a cada segundo é dificil retirar as palavras certas pra descrever bem cada momento e cada pensamento que nos vem a cabeça mas ter um espaço parescrever o que gosta pra uns pode ser besteira mas muitos como u é muita coisa mesmo ainda a muito a ser relatado mas se as coisas não acontceme as ideias não vem a cabeça não há pra que desespero o importante é contar é deixar sua marca mesmo que essa não seja um obra de arte e algo que sirvapara a humanidade fazer a sua ajá é um grande começo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'comic sans ms', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#CC99FF;"&gt;que muitas aventuras e ideas de uma mente louca venham e tragam todo os dias a sensação louca e prazerosa que é escrever...  (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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/1911807952966600944-4140153051501041691?l=moradadosonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moradadosonhos.blogspot.com/feeds/4140153051501041691/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moradadosonhos.blogspot.com/2009/06/primeira-vez-gente-nao-esquece.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1911807952966600944/posts/default/4140153051501041691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1911807952966600944/posts/default/4140153051501041691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moradadosonhos.blogspot.com/2009/06/primeira-vez-gente-nao-esquece.html' title='A primeira vez a gente não esquece...'/><author><name>Kelly Carvalho :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13255383996216452575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQjPn8KYJK4/SlCpZaiwvMI/AAAAAAAAABc/wnfwo1k4sWE/S220/IMG0100A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
