<?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-3016620350328522712</id><updated>2011-09-30T08:29:52.383-03:00</updated><category term='Sonhos'/><category term='Let&apos;s play'/><category term='UnB'/><category term='Amigos'/><category term='Dicas'/><category term='Casos'/><category term='Shows'/><category term='Pensamentos'/><category term='Histórias'/><category term='Poemas'/><category term='crianças'/><title type='text'>"Always confusing the thoughts in my head"</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-154534751285819129</id><published>2011-01-02T23:00:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T23:24:55.706-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>De Jesus Para os Homens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;De Jesus para os Homens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Banda Shemah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sv_JMqDPcsA/TJv_pm_SwOI/AAAAAAAAAbc/_0NoLCMZhmo/s1600/jesus-christ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 202px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sv_JMqDPcsA/TJv_pm_SwOI/AAAAAAAAAbc/_0NoLCMZhmo/s1600/jesus-christ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tantos punhos cerrados, braços levantados contra mim&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que crime cometi, onde foi que eu errei para agires assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E tantos olhos fechados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tantos braços cruzados, tantas bocas caladas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;tanta coisa errada &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e você não faz nada esperando que Deus faça por ti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas&lt;strong&gt; você me prendeu&lt;/strong&gt;, você me escondeu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No fundo do coração, &lt;strong&gt;você não me escutou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu falava de amor e união, mas &lt;strong&gt;você preferiu sua solidão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas &lt;strong&gt;sei que um dia você vai entender&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vai crer em mim, pois eu creio em você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Estrela guia você vai ser e a cada dia você vai me ver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No fruto e na flor, na fonte, na cor , no riso e na dor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sempre amor serei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tens o poder de poder mudar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Basta querer, querer começar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tens ao teu lado uma multidão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E &lt;strong&gt;tens um Deus dentro do coração&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E eu estou com você, eu estou em você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sempre amor serei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/3016620350328522712-154534751285819129?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/154534751285819129/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3016620350328522712&amp;postID=154534751285819129' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/154534751285819129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/154534751285819129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2011/01/de-jesus-para-os-homens.html' title='De Jesus Para os Homens'/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sv_JMqDPcsA/TJv_pm_SwOI/AAAAAAAAAbc/_0NoLCMZhmo/s72-c/jesus-christ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-5050620677747940310</id><published>2010-12-05T10:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T10:08:19.881-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dicas'/><title type='text'>O Segredo da Crisálida (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/TPuAmo8bLOI/AAAAAAAABAI/MRDmXjN-6tw/s1600/Imagem3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 311px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536987509809427778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/TNdUzc_3NUI/AAAAAAAAA-4/tOrKx537h3Y/s400/propaganda+cris%C3%A1lida.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/TNdUWz9Fa2I/AAAAAAAAA-w/6Ko9R3r28RI/s1600/propaganda+cris%C3%A1lida.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3016620350328522712-7962889733421122665?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7962889733421122665/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3016620350328522712&amp;postID=7962889733421122665' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/7962889733421122665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/7962889733421122665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/11/o-segredo-da-crisalida-1.html' title='O Segredo da Crisálida (1)'/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/TNdUzc_3NUI/AAAAAAAAA-4/tOrKx537h3Y/s72-c/propaganda+cris%C3%A1lida.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-4635227520407208029</id><published>2010-09-25T09:58:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T10:18:46.691-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dicas'/><title type='text'>Andross - O segredo da Crisálida</title><content type='html'>A &lt;a href="http://www.andross.com.br/"&gt;Andross Editora&lt;/a&gt; trabalha com a publicação de antologias, dando oportunidade para novos escritores publicarem seus trabalhos. Não há custo nenhum para o autor, desde que ele venda um número pré-determinado de livros para custear toda a produção do livro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou dizendo isso por dois motivos: Um para divulgar a editora para quem tiver interesse de tentar publicar algum texto. É bem interessante. Tem várias livros em aberto, temas muito interessantes. Vale a pena dar uma olhada no site e se inpirar!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O outro motivo é porque um de meus poemas foi selecionado para uma antologia de poemas: &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jEA9lhn_FxU/TA6kR0-WkXI/AAAAAAAAQt4/tI1wOKiVrTM/s1600/segredo_capainteira.jpg"&gt;O Segredo da Crisálida&lt;/a&gt;, com lançamento previsto para novembro desde ano!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ieiiiii!!!&lt;br /&gt;Neste mesmo livro terá dois poemas da minha irmã (&lt;strong&gt;Laura Mota&lt;/strong&gt;)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando estiver mais próximo da data, posso colocar mais informações!&lt;br /&gt;E quem puder me ajudar comprando um livro agradeço muito (tenho que vender 10 exemplares e minha irmã 20)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3016620350328522712-4635227520407208029?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4635227520407208029/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3016620350328522712&amp;postID=4635227520407208029' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/4635227520407208029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/4635227520407208029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/09/andross-o-segredo-da-crisalida.html' title='Andross - O segredo da Crisálida'/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-5670346771649497725</id><published>2010-08-14T20:28:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T23:34:12.774-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shows'/><title type='text'>Outubro rocks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outubro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tá quase desbancando novembro como o MELHOR mês do ano!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Novembro &lt;/span&gt;além de ser meu aniversário, claro, é um mês que semana sim, semana não tem feriado, sendo que dois deles emendam!! Ou seja, das cinco semanas, três delas tem feriado!!! \o/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas olha só o que &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;outubro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nos reserva:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11/10&lt;/strong&gt; - Festival SWU com Linkin Park (Itu-SP)!!&lt;em&gt; (ingresso já em mãos)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15/10&lt;/strong&gt; - Dia do Professor&lt;em&gt; (presentes são sempre bem-vindos)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17/10&lt;/strong&gt; - Show "Green Day" (BSB)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19/10 -&lt;/strong&gt; Show "The Cranberries" (BSB)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22/10 - &lt;/strong&gt;Show "Black Eyed Peas" (BSB)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3016620350328522712-5670346771649497725?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5670346771649497725/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3016620350328522712&amp;postID=5670346771649497725' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/5670346771649497725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/5670346771649497725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/08/outubro-rocks.html' title='Outubro rocks!'/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-6179899642331481536</id><published>2010-08-01T17:13:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T17:18:58.497-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crianças'/><title type='text'>Situações de sala de aula (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sujeitos:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu -  (a professora)&lt;br /&gt;R. - 4 anos (menino)&lt;br /&gt;J. - 4 anos (menina)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Situação:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou sentada na mesa com essas duas crianças e mais uma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu-&lt;/strong&gt; Bom agora a gente vai desenhar um urso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J -&lt;/strong&gt; Mas Ms, eu não sei como desnhar urso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R -&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(colocando a mão sobre o peito e falando cheio de convicção&lt;/em&gt;): -J. é só você acreditar em si mesma que você consegue. Se você confiar em você pode ter4 certeza que vai dar tudo certo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3016620350328522712-6179899642331481536?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6179899642331481536/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3016620350328522712&amp;postID=6179899642331481536' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/6179899642331481536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/6179899642331481536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/08/situacoes-de-sala-de-aula-1.html' title='Situações de sala de aula (1)'/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-5487343864023724953</id><published>2010-06-26T17:17:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T17:34:11.592-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Trapézio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quem nunca passou por isso???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/TCZi7oEASnI/AAAAAAAAA9I/3R6wlFO5YU4/s1600/OgAAAFp9pPWxCUSD6clSvFGsjXYdHt_QPXDNOGlc57V-M2KoPUjBSpU7Qf5SRNXAKjqL6h5zOcCDh-UeOWk-bxb751wAm1T1UDePMZu2nF7vYbsIFzZ86zkeksaL.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487182856028468834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/TCZjvDcwtmI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/ZKs2HeCqu54/s400/OgAAAFp9pPWxCUSD6clSvFGsjXYdHt_QPXDNOGlc57V-M2KoPUjBSpU7Qf5SRNXAKjqL6h5zOcCDh-UeOWk-bxb751wAm1T1UDePMZu2nF7vYbsIFzZ86zkeksaL.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"(...) De manhã ainda meio zureta,&lt;br /&gt;com rímel até a buchecha,&lt;br /&gt;lutando pra tentar me lembrar.&lt;br /&gt;Do que fiz a noite passada&lt;br /&gt;se foi tudo ou quase nada&lt;br /&gt;além das tequilas no bar.&lt;br /&gt;Geralmente não há nada de mal&lt;br /&gt;o problema é a ressaca moral&lt;br /&gt;quando essa Frida vem me visitar.&lt;br /&gt;Ontem era leve e faceira,&lt;br /&gt;hoje nem me lembro das besteiras&lt;br /&gt;que às vezes melhor nem lembrar.&lt;br /&gt;Só lembro com exatidão&lt;br /&gt;o copo, o sal, o limão (...)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Trapézio - Pitty)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VVq9wXaxdnk"&gt;www.youtube.com/watch?v=VVq9wXaxdnk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3016620350328522712-5487343864023724953?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5487343864023724953/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3016620350328522712&amp;postID=5487343864023724953' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/5487343864023724953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/5487343864023724953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/06/trapezio.html' title='Trapézio'/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/TCZjvDcwtmI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/ZKs2HeCqu54/s72-c/OgAAAFp9pPWxCUSD6clSvFGsjXYdHt_QPXDNOGlc57V-M2KoPUjBSpU7Qf5SRNXAKjqL6h5zOcCDh-UeOWk-bxb751wAm1T1UDePMZu2nF7vYbsIFzZ86zkeksaL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-1451264425867450304</id><published>2010-06-19T11:48:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T23:42:27.518-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Casos'/><title type='text'>Assalto em Brasília (e sua vingança)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(história baseada em fatos reais)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carla* estava subindo a escada rolante da rodoviária do Plano Piloto de Brasília. Do lado esquerdo carregava sua bolsa no ombro e do lado direito segurava em sua mão uma sacolinha da boticário. Quando de repente, passa um 'trombadinha' na direção contrária (descendo pela escada não rolante), arranca a sacola da boticário da mão de Carla e sai correndo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mal sabia o menino que Carla dirigia-se a um laboratório e que naquela singela sacolinha da boticário carregava um potinho com seus exames de urina e fezes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagina só a cara do menino ao descobrir o que havia roubado?&lt;br /&gt;Queria muito ter visto essa cena!&lt;br /&gt;huahuauhahu&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*nome fictício&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3016620350328522712-1451264425867450304?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1451264425867450304/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3016620350328522712&amp;postID=1451264425867450304' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/1451264425867450304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/1451264425867450304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/06/assalto-em-brasilia-e-sua-vinganca.html' title='Assalto em Brasília (e sua vingança)'/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-793486293446152320</id><published>2010-03-14T21:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T21:57:28.443-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Placebo!!! Eu vou!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ema-2009.mtvnimages.com/images/artists/placebo.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ingresso e passagem em mãos!!!!&lt;br /&gt;17 de abril estarei lá em Sampa, ouvindo e vendo ao vivo e a cores: PLACEBOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;\o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ema-2009.mtvnimages.com/images/artists/placebo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 448px; height: 336px;" src="http://ema-2009.mtvnimages.com/images/artists/placebo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma loucura de show pra minha&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (pequena) &lt;/span&gt;coleção!&lt;br /&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/3016620350328522712-793486293446152320?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/793486293446152320/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3016620350328522712&amp;postID=793486293446152320' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/793486293446152320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/793486293446152320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/03/placebo-eu-vou.html' title='Placebo!!! Eu vou!'/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-4081311472172266040</id><published>2010-02-20T13:18:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T14:02:10.482-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Histórias'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Eu sou uma contradição e foge da minha mão fazer com que tudo o que eu  digo faça algum sentido"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Catarina era uma contradição! Parecia ser duas pessoas diferentes. A Catarina de casa não era a mesma da rua. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Em casa era aquela que quebrava a monotonia,&lt;/span&gt; sempre faladeira,  com mil histórias para contar e divertir a todos de sua família. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Na rua a  que gerava a melancolia&lt;/span&gt;. Sempre quieta no seu canto, cabisbaixa, com um ar meio sério, envolta em seus pensamentos, evitava se aproximar dos demais.&lt;br /&gt;        Quando chegava em casa, transformava-se. Sempre bem-humorada, contava suas novidades, fazia uma piada aqui, uma ironia ali, alegrando a todos de sua família. Mas depois chegava o tempo de se dedicar um pouco a si mesma e aí recolhia-se em seu quarto.&lt;br /&gt;        Deitada em sua cama, olhando para as estrelas coladas no teto, ao som de "yellow" se sentia a pessoa mais solitória do mundo. Sentia-se como se todos a tivessem abandonado, esquecido de sua presença. Sentia-se sem amigos. Tudo que queria era se sentir amada... Mas  ela não se permetia conhecer novas pessoas. Toda vez que alguém tentava se aproximar, ela recuava, escolhia a solidão. E assim permanecia no vazio de seu quarto, envolta em seus pensamentos. Imaginava-se saindo para se divertir, passar momentos descontraídos com "seus" amigos. Mas toda vez que alguém ligava chamando-a para sair, o desânimo despencava sobre si e lá ia Catarina inventar uma desculpa para ficar em casa e continuar imersa em seus pensamentos.&lt;br /&gt;        E assim Catarina ia seguindo, vivendo uma vida em casa, outra vida na rua, sempre imersa no turbilhão de pensamentos que fervilhavam a todo momento em sua cabeça. E a cada dia que se passava ela sentia-se cada vez mais pressionada, como se aquelas milhares de ideias só crescessem cada vez mais rápido, não encontrando mais um espaço para ficarem dentro de si e buscavam uma forma de escapar. Catarina sentia-se como se mais cedo ou mais tarde fosse explodir. Não aguentava mais.&lt;br /&gt;        E foi o que acabou acontencendo. Catarina explodiu. Não aguentou mais, era pressão de mais para uma pessoa só, ela não conseguia dar mais conta de tanto. Era hora de toma uma decisão. E Catarina decidiu. Resolveu finalmente colocar um pondo final naquilo tudo. E ela o fez. Mudou sua vida para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&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/3016620350328522712-4081311472172266040?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4081311472172266040/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3016620350328522712&amp;postID=4081311472172266040' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/4081311472172266040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/4081311472172266040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/02/eu-sou-uma-contradicao-e-foge-da-minha.html' title=''/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-6987728445325347349</id><published>2010-01-30T09:27:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T09:30:38.272-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Casos'/><title type='text'>The last night</title><content type='html'>Pala de uma madrugada...!!! (e de alguém na TPM. &lt;i&gt;Ou melhor, TDM&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melhor ignorar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; ♪ "Hoje o dia está bom pros pés bater&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;os braços sacudir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e os quadris mecher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoje o dia está bom pra poder&lt;b&gt; pedalar no parque&lt;/b&gt;" ♪&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3016620350328522712-6987728445325347349?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6987728445325347349/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3016620350328522712&amp;postID=6987728445325347349' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/6987728445325347349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/6987728445325347349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-night.html' title='The last night'/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-9118146141738246039</id><published>2010-01-30T02:36:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T15:45:13.810-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Casos'/><title type='text'>O grito!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://alineleal13.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/munch_o_grito12.jpg?w=241&amp;amp;h=320"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://alineleal13.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/munch_o_grito12.jpg?w=241&amp;amp;h=320" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really needeed to scream!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But 'cause of the time I couldn't do it in fact... so I tried to do it here...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel a little better now... I think...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Ok, don't try to understand me... you'll waste your time. BELIEVE me!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3016620350328522712-9118146141738246039?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/9118146141738246039/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3016620350328522712&amp;postID=9118146141738246039' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/9118146141738246039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/9118146141738246039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-grito.html' title='O grito!'/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-3212211267244922894</id><published>2010-01-24T15:25:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T21:27:08.541-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let&apos;s play'/><title type='text'>Let's answer</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;1- Que horas são?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;15:39&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;2- Nome?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Raquel Carvalho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;3- Quantidade de velas no seu ultimo bolo de aniversário?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bem, não tive bolo no meu último aniversário e sim um crepe, com uma velinha! (mas fiz 21 anos)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;4- tatuagens?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nenhuma (por enquanto)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;5- Piercings?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um transversal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;6- Já viajou para fora do Brasil?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;7- Já ficou bêbado?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;8- Já chorou por alguém?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;9 - Já esteve envolvido em algum acidente de carro?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, thanks God!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;10- Peixe ou Carne?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carne, de frango por favor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;11- Música preferida?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;São várias em especial, depende do momento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;12- Cerveja ou champagne?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vodka&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;13- Café ou chá?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;14- O copo metade cheio ou metade vazio?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se ele está metade vazio quer dizer que em um momento esteve cheio e eu já pude desfrutar um pouco de seu líquido!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;15- Lençóis de cama lisos ou estampados?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estampados. Estampa é legal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;16- Cor de meias?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coloridas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;17- Programa de televisão?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriados. Legendados, por favor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;18- Está ouvindo alguma coisa agora?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O barulho da máquina de levar funcionando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;19- Flor(es)?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bonitas. Mais belas ainda em um jardim! Das mais variadas cores. Nenhuma em especial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;20- Coca-cola simples ou com gelo?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fanta uva... com gelo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;21- Quem dos seus amigos vive mais longe?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh... Rogério. Lá em Porto velho, outro país praticamente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;22- Melhor amigo?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melhores amigas: Nanda, May, Fê e Deisinha. Sem falar nas minhas irmãs e na Jubs!&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;23- Hora de dormir?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em tempos letivos, por volta de meia-noite. Em tempos festivos, de madrugada, ou quem sabe só no outro dia pela manhã. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;24- Quantas vezes você deixa o telefone tocar antes de atender?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isso é bastante relativo a distância que me encontro do mesmo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;25- Qual a figura do seu mouse pad?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Propaganda da Caixa Economica ¬¬&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;26- Algo que você nunca tira?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hummm... acho que nada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;27- O que você tem em baixo da cama?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O chão. Acima deste costumam ter alguns sapatos. Hábito que estou tentando mudar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;28- Que horas são?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15:51&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais perguntas que querem que eu responda?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/quelcarvalho"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/quelcarvalho&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ou pode me perguntar pessoalmente também!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3016620350328522712-3212211267244922894?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3212211267244922894/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3016620350328522712&amp;postID=3212211267244922894' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/3212211267244922894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/3212211267244922894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/01/lets-answer.html' title='Let&apos;s answer'/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-6335771233259399661</id><published>2010-01-14T21:13:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T21:37:43.670-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dicas'/><title type='text'>A menina que roubava livros</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nyelehendrick.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/a-menina-que-roubava-livros.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://essenciavolatil.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/16_mvg_mvg_menina.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://essenciavolatil.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/16_mvg_mvg_menina.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://essenciavolatil.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/16_mvg_mvg_menina.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Os seres humanos me assombram&lt;/b&gt;" (e a mim também!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Frase do livro "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;A menina que roubava livros&lt;/span&gt;"-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://nyelehendrick.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/a-menina-que-roubava-livros.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 356px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Livro excelente, um dos melhores que já li... com uma linguagem poética, envolvente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma história triste, mas real!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A história do livro se passa durante a Alemanha Nazista e tem como personagem principal Liesel Meninger, a tal roubadora de livros! É através da leitura (e da sede em roubar livros) que Liesel vai enfrentando todos os males que vão ocorrendo em sua vida...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E a narradora da história é nada mais nada menos que a própria morte... mas ela não é retratada aqui como aquela que define quem viverá e quem morrerá, ela não persegue ninguém. Ela apenas chega no momento final, é aquela que simplesmente&lt;i&gt; (e poeticamente)&lt;/i&gt; carrega a alma das pessoas... e que se sente tocada pela tal situação que Hittler colocou a todos na época. Ele deu um trabalho triplicado para a morte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Encantei-me com o livro!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vale a pena ler, recomendo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afinal... "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;quando a morte conta uma história, você deve parar para le&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;r"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3016620350328522712-6335771233259399661?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6335771233259399661/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3016620350328522712&amp;postID=6335771233259399661' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/6335771233259399661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/6335771233259399661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/01/menina-que-roubava-livros.html' title='A menina que roubava livros'/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-5682010345271862043</id><published>2010-01-08T15:13:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T15:22:10.941-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Convivência com certeza é inimiga número um do esquecimento...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O problema é que não quero acabar com ela... então será que não quero esquecer???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enfim... tenho que re-postar isso aqui, porque está fazendo todo sentido novamente!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/02/o-sentimento-nunca-mudou.html"&gt;http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/02/o-sentimento-nunca-mudou.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/02/convivcnvia.html"&gt;http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/02/convivcnvia.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3016620350328522712-5682010345271862043?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-7392689646426022279</id><published>2010-01-05T22:27:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T23:36:48.240-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Sometimes goodbyes the only way...</title><content type='html'>Hoje tive coragem de efetivar uma das minhas tais decisões a tomar: pedi as contas no meu antigo estágio... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ai, que sensação horrível... minha chefa, quer dizer ex-chefa (sim, chefA) ficou mega chateada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas acontece... a gente tem que procurar melhorar, crescer profissionalmente, procurar o melhor pra nós e todas essas "baboseiras" que nos falam...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Espero que tenha sido uma boa decisão!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vou sentir uma saudade danada daquele lugar... quer dizer.... vou sentir uma saudade danada das pessoas daquele lugar... algumas em especial! Aprendi muito lá, de verdade... me deu uma base forte!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas vamos seguir em frente... é necessário!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas tenho que confessar que tô com um friozinho na barriga, quer dizer, uma geada na verdade para começar meu novo estágio...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E a cada dia que se aproxima esse temor só vai aumentado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre fica aquela dúvida se eu vou dar conta... tô tão enferrujada no meu inglês...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas vamos lá... você aceitou o desafio, agora é só se dedicar e partir pras batalhas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3016620350328522712-7392689646426022279?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7392689646426022279/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3016620350328522712&amp;postID=7392689646426022279' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/7392689646426022279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/7392689646426022279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/01/sometimes-goodbyes-only-way.html' title='Sometimes goodbyes the only way...'/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-578594167437170618</id><published>2010-01-02T20:39:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T21:52:09.689-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Ano nova, vida nova... será?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2009 terminou e o que ele deixou como legado??? Uma porção de decisões para que a pessoa mais indecisa que eu conheça pudesse decidir: eu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sério.. acho que nunca tive que tomar tantas decisões ao mesmo tempo em tão curto espaço de tempo... só espero que elas tenham sido as melhores...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sério, se eu fosse fazer essas resoluções de final de ano um dos itens seria: deixar de ser tão complexa! Sério, ô pessoinha difícil de entender que essa Raquel Carvalho. Mas essas resoluções tem de ser possíveis de cumprir né? Então acho melhor deixar essa de lado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E agora estou aqui refletindo sobre as tais decisões que tomei... se realmente foram a melhor escolha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Porque quando eu finalmente encontro alguém que consegue me compreender pelo menos um pouquinho e consegue extraordinariamente fazer com que EU mesma passe a me compreender melhor, quebrando um pouco com tamanha complexidade eu tomo a bendita decisão de me afastar dela...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Os motivos para tal decisão? Não cabe aqui comentar... mas fazem sentido...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Porém não paro de pensar se são tão grandes e importantes assim que não pudessem ser deixados de lado, ou melhor, se não pudessem ser trabalhados e a decisão ter sido outra...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Será que teria sido melhor???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3016620350328522712-578594167437170618?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/578594167437170618/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3016620350328522712&amp;postID=578594167437170618' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/578594167437170618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/578594167437170618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2010/01/ano-nova-vida-nova-sera.html' title='Ano nova, vida nova... será?'/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-3249945741922549303</id><published>2009-12-13T23:01:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T23:17:30.057-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amigos'/><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Lembranças e recordações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nas fotos guardadas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nas cartas dobradas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nas camisas riscadas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nos vídeos gravados&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Na memória arquivada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Momentos vividos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jamais esquecidos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Há tanto tempo distantes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E só saudade restante&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Raquel Carvalho - 12/12/09)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Er, vivi um momento nostalgia ontem... nem parece que foi tudo a três, ou mesmo dois anos atrás... era tudo tão diferente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E a cada foto que eu olhei, a cada vídeo que assisti, a cada frase que li, seja nas cartas por nós trocada, seja nas camisas riscadas de final de ano, seja nos depoimentos e recados de orkut, vinha em minha mente cada detalhe daqueles dias em que fomos uma IRMANDADE... várias lembranças de momentos alegres, impressionantes, divertidos, ou mesmo tristes e decepcionantes, mas de qualquer forma marcantes, começaram voltar e habitar em minha mente!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ai começou a bater aquela sensação que até hoje não consigo descrever em palavras, é uma mistura de prazer e alegria e saudade doída....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje tudo está bem diferente... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alguns seguiram seus caminhos por outros lugares e não os vejo mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outros, apesar de perto, acabaram se afastando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há também aqueles que continuam sempre comigo, física e espiritualmente, e pelos quais tenho um amor e gratidão enormes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas todos permanecem de certa forma ainda comigo, na minha memória, em minhas recordações e em meu coração!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fica aqui essa homenagem a todos estes que fizeram parte de minha história e que me marcaram profundamente, cada um do seu jeito!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eles sabem quem são, a nossa ex, mas eterna, &lt;b&gt;IRMANDADE&lt;/b&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/3016620350328522712-3249945741922549303?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3249945741922549303/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3016620350328522712&amp;postID=3249945741922549303' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/3249945741922549303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/3249945741922549303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-8449847520915660239</id><published>2009-12-06T15:39:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T23:24:44.479-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Histórias'/><title type='text'>Haunted</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Uma garotinha entre 8 e 9 anos, usando um vestido branco, está andando pela rua da vizinhança, balançando uma bola vermelha. De repente se aproxima de uma casa imensa e obviamente deserta, com uma atmosfera um tanto quanto sinistra, fazendo s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;ua atenção se virar da bola para a casa. Não mais prestando atenção no movimento da bola, esta atinge o meio-fio e ricocheteia em direção à casa. Enquanto a menina segue a pequena bola em direção à casa, ela começa a ganhar movimentos não naturais, quicanco em direção à grande porta da frente aberta. A garotinha para por um momento, olha para a casa, que agora parece estar encarando-a, e cuidadosamente entra  para procurar a bola vermelha. Enquanto calmamente anda para o átrio, observa a decadente bagunça que um dia fora obviamente uma bela mansão. Ela fica hipnotizada pelo maravilhoso detalhe de cada centímetro do corrimão, finalizando o que parecia uma escada infinita a sua frente. Repentinamente seus pensamenetos são quebrados por um tumulto horripilante. Ela se vira rapidamente para alcançar a porta da frente, mas encontra somente uma parede lisa onde a porta ficava anteriormente. Assustada, ela corre pelo primeiro corredor que viu, tentando desesperadamente encontrar uma saída, mas a cada esquina o mundo atrás dela muda, moldando-se de acordo com o desejo da casa, de um modo que até mesmo encontrar o caminho de volta para o átrio onde começara se torna impossível. Assustada, a garota se encolhe em um canto, esconde o rosto com as mãos, e chora.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 4.8pt 0cm 6pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;10 anos depois...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px"&gt;A menina acorda em pânico, agora uma jovem mulher. Suja, levemente machucada. Agora ela está vestida com uma calça preta, botas de trabalho. Sua pele está branca e suja. O sol não ilumina sua carne há uma década. Ela se levanta e encontra uma refeição em uma bandeja suja de prata à sua frente, somente o suficiente para dar-lhe sustento, como todas as outras manhãs. Colocada ali por uma figura que ela apenas pode ver de passagem, por um canto, atravessando uma porta... Uma figura que se tornou seu único amigo, e seu único ódio. Toda a sua existência se transformou em nada além de caçar e tentar destruir essa sombra que a mantém ali. Enquanto ela o caça incansavelmente, dia após dia, ela se perde na dicotomia de sua existência. Essa coisa que a mantém no local, essa pessoa que repetidamente viola sua mente e a observa enquanto dorme, se tornou seu único amigo. Se não fosse essa pessoa que restou ela deixaria de existir. Ela vive só para matá-lo. Mas vive somente GRAÇAS ele. Todos os dias a casa muda a sua volta, então todos os dias ela acorda em um lugar desconhecido. A única constância... é ele. Ela ouve o coração dele batendo, seu cheiro, ela só pode pensar em encontrá-lo, mas ele também é a única coisa que ela conhece sobre o amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Autor: Ben Moody &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(História que inspirou Amy a compor a música &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Haunted&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; do &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Evanescence&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h0eSzk37IVc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h0eSzk37IVc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3016620350328522712-8449847520915660239?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8449847520915660239/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3016620350328522712&amp;postID=8449847520915660239' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/8449847520915660239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/8449847520915660239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/haunted.html' title='Haunted'/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-5221444991493039712</id><published>2009-11-27T10:16:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T10:50:38.492-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Escorpiana</title><content type='html'>Nunca fui muito de acreditar nesses negócios de signo, mas num é que muita coisa bate... estava eu com preguiça de fazer meu trabalho (novidade) e comecei a fuçar coisas na net, quando me deparo com a descrição de uma pessoa do signo de escorpião:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 18px; font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;h3  style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px;  color: rgb(35, 167, 133); font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;...) A personalidade Escorpião é a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;essência do mistério&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;, daquele olhar magnético que te atravessa e te desnuda até a alma. Nada é superficial com Escorpião.(...) Escorpião legítimo é aquela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;pessoa oculta num canto da festa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; que chama a atenção de todos.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;De atitude e roupa discreta, não se move - desliza, fala baixinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;e você não sabe porque quer ouvir tudo o que êle tem a dizer.(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p  style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px;  font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Liderar para o Escorpião é quase que uma sina. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px;  font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Talvez a sua postura de auto-controle que dá a parecer que nada o abala, o &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;comportamento de discreção e silêncio&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; que transmite confiança e auto-domínio - todos pequenos comportamentos que acabam arrastando a personalidade Escorpião exatamente para onde êle não quer ser lançado: bem alí - no meio de suas &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;próprias intensidades e contradições&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px;  font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Nada é banal com um Scorpio - esta palavra simplesmente não consta de seu vocabulário.&lt;br /&gt;Sua vida é muito vivida através dos extremos: oito ou oitenta. Assim. De preferência com poucas palavras - é mais impactante. Aliás, se eu realmente quiser descrever a personalidade Escorpião, é melhor não falar muito. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eles não admitem invasões em seu mundo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px;  font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Escorpião e a amizade&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: (...)O signo de Escorpião &lt;b&gt;n&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;ão é de quantidades&lt;/b&gt; - ele busca suas amizades pela empatia mental. Muito menos, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;não é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; de bajulações ou &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt; presença constante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Ele considera que isto não é necessário - seus elos de amizades são calcados na confiança mútua. Por vêzes &lt;b&gt;é difícil convencê-los da reciprocidade&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Scorpio nunca confia plenamente&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Caso o Escorpião se decepciona com a amizade, êle simplesmente rompe e se puder - esquece de sua existênci&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;a&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px;  font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Escorpião e o amo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;r: Pode não parecer, mas a verdade é que os Escorpiões são amantes românticos e sonhadores. Buscam pela alma gêmea.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;O&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt; duro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; é convencer um Escorpião a&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt; revelar o amor que sentem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Chegam a &lt;b&gt;optar por por aquele amor platônico, distante, silencioso e suspirante&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;(...) Gostam de pessoas tranquilas e discretas.O Scorpio tem muita &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;necessidade de fidelidade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, daí a lendária &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;fama de ciumento.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, sans-serif" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fonte: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fazfacil.com.br/astrologia/signo_escorpiao.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://www.fazfacil.com.br/astrologia/signo_escorpiao.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;Acrescentaria a introspecção e a o receio de falar dos sentimentos próprios (devido ao fato já citado do receio em confiar nos outros. É preciso muita convivência e certos acontecimentos para obter a confiança de um escorpiano)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tipo... ou a pessoa que escreveu isso anda me vigiando, seguindo todos os meus passos e adentro até dentro de mim, ou esse negócio de signo realmente faz sentido, porque, genésio (=P) essa aí sou eu sem tirar nem por! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um dia ainda vou fazer o meu mapa astral pra ver no que vai dar...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3016620350328522712-5221444991493039712?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5221444991493039712/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3016620350328522712&amp;postID=5221444991493039712' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/5221444991493039712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/5221444991493039712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/escorpiana.html' title='Escorpiana'/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-8792641466892119453</id><published>2009-11-22T17:53:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T17:57:55.377-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Encontros e Desencontros</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:19px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;São tantos encontros e desencontros na vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Tem aqueles que surgem para ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Outros que passam e vão embora sem nem dizer adeus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;E aqueles que nos marcam profundamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Permanecendo ou não em nossas vidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;E são desses que sentimos mais saudades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Temos uma estranha necessidade de estar ao seu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;É porque a marca é tão forte que sempre a vemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;E bate aquela lembrança e a vontade de revivê-la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Raquel Carvalho (04/10/09)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3016620350328522712-8792641466892119453?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8792641466892119453/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3016620350328522712&amp;postID=8792641466892119453' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/8792641466892119453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/8792641466892119453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/encontros-e-desencontros.html' title='Encontros e Desencontros'/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-2944709669337373548</id><published>2009-10-31T11:41:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T11:53:27.108-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Casos'/><title type='text'>Não, eles nunca ligam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;Não, eles nunca ligam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Todo mundo sabe disso, é tão típico. Por mais que ele pegue seu telefone e diz que vai ligar, mesmo você dizendo que sabe que ele NÃO vai ligar, ele continua insistindo dizendo que SIM, que vai ligar. Mas você SABE que ele não vai ligar, afinal &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;eles nunca ligam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. E por mais que você admita isso, lá no fundo, mas BEM no fundo mesmo, no lugar mais íntimo, profundo e distante você tem esperanças de que &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;ele VAI ligar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Não porque você acreditou nas palavras dele, claro que não! Você sabe que eram um monte de palavras soltas e persuasivas. Conseqüências da retórica. Mas SIM porque lá no fundo (não tão fundo quanto o anterior) &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;você QUER que ele ligue&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Porque você QUER se sentir aconchegada e protegida novamente. E espera que com essa ligação esse sentimento possa voltar. Mas passam-se os dias e nada. Porque afinal, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;não, eles nunca ligam&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(setembro/2008)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3016620350328522712-2944709669337373548?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2944709669337373548/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3016620350328522712&amp;postID=2944709669337373548' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/2944709669337373548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/2944709669337373548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/nao-eles-nunca-ligam.html' title='Não, eles nunca ligam'/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-3161757085710831466</id><published>2009-10-24T10:54:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T11:00:05.925-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Piscar de olhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você não é o único&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ao mesmo tempo não há nenhum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sempre foi assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Todos e nenhum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nada é correspondido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nada é possível&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nada é permitido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Porém é tudo desejado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Desejos, sonhos, vontades, necessidades...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nada disso poderá ser sanado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E de repente você ressurge em minha vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ansiando e implorando para ser parte dela e completar-me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por que não aceitar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Talvez fosse a felicidade batendo em minha porta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Clamando para entrar, fazer parte de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E afastar-me do sofrimento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não seria a solução perfeita?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Outrora sim, seria...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas depois de tanto tempo não há mais a essência &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ela se quebrou num simples piscar de olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Raquel Carvalho (retirado de escritos de 29/09/07, com adaptações em 15/10/09)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3016620350328522712-3161757085710831466?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3161757085710831466/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3016620350328522712&amp;postID=3161757085710831466' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/3161757085710831466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/3161757085710831466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/piscar-de-olhos.html' title='Piscar de olhos'/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-5948104882639910521</id><published>2009-10-19T21:29:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T23:35:35.803-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Agonia</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Espíritos gritando dentro de si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Buscando uma fresta escapatória&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Encontrando apenas um corpo fechado&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Essa explosão interna começa a dominar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Corrói tudo por dentro&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Torna-se insuportável&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É uma dor dilacerante&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Como se milhares de pregos perfurassem sua pele&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Numa incessante busca pela liberdade&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chega um momento que o corpo não suporta mais&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Explodindo como um grito&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Em forma de palavras ou na simplicidade de uma lágrima&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Raquel Carvalho (04/10/09&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3016620350328522712-5948104882639910521?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5948104882639910521/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3016620350328522712&amp;postID=5948104882639910521' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/5948104882639910521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/5948104882639910521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/agonia_19.html' title='Agonia'/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-5943685159021952543</id><published>2009-10-15T00:34:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T00:39:18.777-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher's day</title><content type='html'>FELIZ DIA DOS PROFESSORES a todos os professores e professoras!&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A todos os meus professores e professoras, parabéns pelo seu dia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congratulações também calorosas para as professoras da escola onde trabalho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E em especial, parabéns pra mim, que também sou professora!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feliz dia do Professor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Teacher's day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feliz día del professor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Errr, ahco q é sou isso que sei!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(também sei em LIBRAS, mas impossível escrever aqui!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 17px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&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:arial, sans-serif;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 17px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span 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amor seja quem for"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Rô, eu fui um idiota. Nunca deveria ter te deixado. Você não sabe o quano eu sinto sua falta.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&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:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Roberta paralisou diante daquela declaração. Há quanto tempo não via Vinicius? Havia meses ou quem sabe até anos, nem se lembrava mais. Mas ao receber aquele telefonema inusitado não pensou duas vezes e aceitou encontrá-lo. O que será que ele queria depois de tanto tempo era a pergunta que pairava em sua cabeça. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Rô, fala alguma coisa!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&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:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ele a havia deixado sem explicação, sem satisfação, de uma hora para outra. Ele havia traido-a. Ele havia mentido para ela. E ele tinha sido o único homem que Roberta amou em toda a vida.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Será que agora é tarde demais Rô?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&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:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Será? Era o que ela pensava desde que recebeu aquele telefonema mais cedo. Apesar de tanto tempo sem se verem, ao ouvir a voz de Vinicius seu coração palpitou com a mesma intensidade, suas maõs suaram frio, sua face ficou ruborizada  ao ouvir ele chamá-la de "minha linda". Mas ela havia sofrido tanto no passado por culpa dele, será que valeria a pena arriscar?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&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:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Rô, por favor, fale alguma coisa...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&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:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Estava na hora de tomar uma decisão:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&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:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Sim!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Sim o quê?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Sim, agora é tarde demais. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Ain, por favor, não fala isso Rô. Eu te pedi desculpas. Ai, como eu fui um idiota. Sinto tanto a sua falta. Você não sabe o quanto eu me arrependo do que fiz. Penso tanto em você. Desculpa minha linda, por favor, me dê outra chance!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&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:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aquele "minha linda" sempre a tocava de uma forma tão profunda que ela sentia-se derretendo toda. Mas foi firme em sua decisão.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&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:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Não Vini. Não! Você não sabe o quanto eu clamei e desejei em ouvir isso de você. Mas isso foi no passado, agora são outras circunstâncias. Além do mais eu não quero passar por aquilo de novo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Passar pelo o quê?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Ah, Vini, você que não tem idéia do quanto eu sofri. Eu te amava Vinicius, como nunca amei outro homem em minha vida. E foi uma dor insuportável vê-lo partir, pior, te ver com aquelazinha...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Desculpa, minha linda. Eu sei que eu fui um idiota e desculpa se eu a fiz sofrer. Mas estou aqui, diante de você, de joelhos, te pedindo perdão. Estou disposto a me entregar de corpo e alma. Eu te a&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;mo Roberta! Infelizmente só tive consciência disso agora.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Rô, por favor, me diga alguma coisa.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- É tarde, Vini, agora é tarde.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&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:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uma pequena lágrima desliza pela face de Vinicius.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&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:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Desculpa Vini, mas não dá mais. Se fosse em outros tempos, outras circunstâncias...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;(pequena pausa)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Você 'tá' com alguém Rô?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Estou.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&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:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aquele "estou" entrou como uma espada perfurando Vinicius por dentro e dilacerando seu coração em mil pedacinhos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&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:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Você o ama?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Você o ama Rô?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&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:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Roberta não conseguia encará-lo nos olhos e muito menos conseguiria mentir para ele, não para ele, o único amor da sua vida...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Você não o ama, eu sabia!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Não... mas aprenderei a amá-lo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Rô, minha linda, fica comigo. EU TE AMO! E sei que lá no fundo você ainda me ama! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Vini, como eu te disse, você foi o único homem que amei e isso não é apagado de uma hora pra outra. Nem sei se será apagado algum dia. Mas da mesma forma que você foi o único que amei foi também a pessoa que mais me fez sofrer em toda minha vida. Então, apesar do amor que sinto por você a repulsa que sinto pelo quanto você me fez sofrer é maior e é por isso que repito: sim, é tarde demais Vini. Bem, espero que você seja muito feliz, Vini. De verdade. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&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="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-style: italic; "&gt;O abraçou, beijou seu rosto e saiu, deixando-o em meio a seus pensamentos e as milhares de lágrimas que escorriam incontroláveis por toda a sua face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&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:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/3016620350328522712-8880588784466031839?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8880588784466031839/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3016620350328522712&amp;postID=8880588784466031839' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/8880588784466031839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/8880588784466031839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/cuide-bem-do-seu-amor-seja-quem-for.html' title='&quot;Cuide bem do seu amor seja quem for&quot;'/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-8967897238788890191</id><published>2009-10-03T23:17:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T23:12:57.116-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let&apos;s play'/><title type='text'>Meme "Quando fala a sétima arte"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Há muito tempo atrás... (e quando digo muito, é muito mesmo, há mais de 1 ano) a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dropsdemim.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Deisinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; me passou um meme (que ainda me questiono que diabos é isso, mas td bem...) e eu nunca havia respondido... acho que tava mais da hora de respondê-lo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&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:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Então... o tema, nome, eixo, sei lá, do meme(???) é &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Quando fala a sétima arte" e a tarefa é o seguinte:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Citar uma grande frase, de um grande filme, citada por um grande personagem&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Que responsa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:medium;"&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:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:medium;"&gt;Como já disse uma vez neste mesmo blog, &lt;a href="http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/02/tudo-vai-passar_11.html"&gt;adoro frases&lt;/a&gt;! É meio complicado escolher uma apenas....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:medium;"&gt;mas bem, vou colocar uma que sempre me chamou muito a atenção e faz parte de um grande filme, que ADORO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:medium;"&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:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:medium;"&gt;Lá vai então:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:medium;"&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:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:medium;"&gt;O Filme é &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O Senhor dos Anéis (A sociedade do anel)&lt;/b&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:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:medium;"&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:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:medium;"&gt;A Personagem é o grande &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Gandalf, the Grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:medium;"&gt;A frase? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Muitos que vivem merecem morrer. Mas muitos que morrem merecem viver. Você pode lhes dar a vida (Frodo)? Então tão seja tão ávido para julgar e condenar à morte"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(frase dita por Gandalf a Frodo quando este afirma que seu tio Bilbo deveria ter matado Gollum - Smeagol - quando teve oportunidade)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:medium;"&gt;É pra se pensar né?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:medium;"&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:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:medium;"&gt;Se lembrar de outra depois posto aqui tb!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:medium;"&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:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:medium;"&gt;E como devo repassar isso pra alguém repassarei para uma das unicas pessoas que lêem isso daqui (fora eu e a Desinha):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jackymartins.zip.net/"&gt;Pucca&lt;/a&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/3016620350328522712-8967897238788890191?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8967897238788890191/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3016620350328522712&amp;postID=8967897238788890191' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/8967897238788890191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/8967897238788890191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/meme-quando-fala-setima-arte.html' title='Meme &quot;Quando fala a sétima arte&quot;'/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-2196706290929172559</id><published>2009-09-22T22:34:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T23:11:24.034-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let&apos;s play'/><title type='text'>Games...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Bem , como a&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jackymartins.zip.net/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Pucca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;me indicou esse joguinho vou respondê-lo!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;i&gt; (Não, Deisinha, ainda não esqueci que você me indicou um. Vou responde-lo ainda, só tenho que vasculhar seus arquivos que num lembro mais o que era! hehehe)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; Mas então... lá vai... ele funciona assim: &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. Escolher um cantor, dupla, grupo, como quiser;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;2. A cada pergunta feita temos que escolher um título de uma música;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;3. Nomear outros blogs para repassar o desafio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Escolhi &lt;b&gt;Evanescence!!!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic; "&gt;- claro-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic; "&gt; (E ainda estou triste pq eles vão fazer show no Brasil esse ano novamente e eu não irei =/)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;* &lt;u&gt;És homem ou mulher?&lt;/u&gt; &lt;b&gt;Hello!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;* &lt;u&gt;Descreve-te:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;b&gt;The only one&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;* &lt;u&gt;Como estás se sentindo agora?&lt;/u&gt; &lt;b&gt;Weight of the world&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;* &lt;u&gt;O que as pessoas acham de ti?&lt;/u&gt; &lt;b&gt;Field of innocence&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;* &lt;u&gt;Como descreves o teu último relacionamento?&lt;/u&gt; &lt;b&gt;Lies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;* &lt;u&gt;Descreve o estado atual da tua relação: &lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Good Enough&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;* &lt;u&gt;Onde querias estar agora?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;Father away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;* &lt;u&gt;Com quem?&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;Forever you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;* &lt;u&gt;O que gosta de escutar?&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;Understanding&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;* &lt;u&gt;O que pedirias se pudesses ter só um desejo?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;All that I’m living for&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;* &lt;u&gt;O que pensas a respeito do amor?&lt;/u&gt; &lt;b&gt;Sweet sacrifice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;* &lt;u&gt;Como é a tua vida?&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;Lose control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;* &lt;u&gt;Escreve uma frase sábia:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt; The end       =P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Errr… mais ou menos isso… num dá pra fazer muito bem... achei que seria mais fácil!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Rsrsrs&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Mas então, indico isso pra&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dropsdemim.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Deisinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3016620350328522712-2196706290929172559?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2196706290929172559/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3016620350328522712&amp;postID=2196706290929172559' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/2196706290929172559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/2196706290929172559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/games.html' title='Games...'/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-227967725409806936</id><published>2009-08-29T14:15:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T14:31:12.806-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Casos'/><title type='text'>Farewell...! =/</title><content type='html'>Companheirismo... é como definiria nossa relação!&lt;div&gt;Sempre comigo, há quase 5 anos, em todos os momentos ele esteve ao meu lado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já enfrentamos tantas coisas juntos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Momentos de alegria, tristeza, raivas, frutações, vitórias, morgações...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já passamos por poucas e boas... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já quase o perdi... duas vezes...! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Devido ao preconceito sofrido, porém, ele acabou voltando para mim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E quanto preconceito sofremos... as pessoas não o aceitavam como ele é... não concebiam a idéia deu continuar ao seu lado!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas não ligava, apesar de tudo, porque sei o quanto ele era importante para mim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Era... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A idéia do passado... essa palavra está me corroendo...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É... ele já não está mais ao meu lado... e fui eu que quis assim, eu o abandonei.. pior eu o troquei!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu o traí!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não que o preconceito alheio tenha me dominado... mas é que o novo é tão diferente, me proporciona tantas coisas diferentes, experiencias novas e interessantes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Er, não sei se fiz certo... e apesar do aperto no coração, sinto-me feliz com o meu novo companheiro!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas nunca, NUNCA me esquecerei de você, você estará sempre "guardado do lado esquerdo do peito, dentro do coração"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sentirei sua falta!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Er, acabei aposentando meu A55 de tela laranja e trocando por um tecnológico que dentre as milhares de funções que possui, tem até calendário... ¬¬)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-- Espero que tenha sido uma boa decisão... ---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Não me zoem, realmente foi uma decisão difícil...!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3016620350328522712-227967725409806936?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/227967725409806936/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3016620350328522712&amp;postID=227967725409806936' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/227967725409806936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/227967725409806936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/farewell.html' title='Farewell...! =/'/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-5393890741416909123</id><published>2009-07-05T14:58:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T14:15:33.823-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Casos'/><title type='text'>Where are we going?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 15px;font-family:'Lucida Grande';" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;entimento de impo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 15px;font-family:'Lucida Grande';" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;tência: ser "assaltada" em plena 7 hrs da noite, do lado de sua casa é froidz...! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 15px;font-family:'Lucida Grande';" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;¬¬&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 15px" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 15px" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 15px" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sorte do dia: ser pobre, com apenas 2 reais na carteira, um celular velho todo ralado de 4 anos atrás e um discman (sim, um DISCMAN em plena era digital, dos mp4, 5 6... e sabe-se lá até que número vai) faz com que o assaltante não leve nd de vc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 15px" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 21px" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;... e ainda fique com pena!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 21px" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 21px" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 15px" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 21px" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;É pra rir ou pra chorar???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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/3016620350328522712-5393890741416909123?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5393890741416909123/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3016620350328522712&amp;postID=5393890741416909123' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/5393890741416909123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/5393890741416909123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-are-we-going.html' title='Where are we going?'/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-5301959803267396296</id><published>2009-03-01T02:16:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T14:18:04.122-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let&apos;s play'/><title type='text'>Meme... ???? o.O</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Bem, já que a Deisioviska me indicou esse "meme" (seja lá o que for isso) vou respondê-lo! E já fica a pergunta: o que seria um "meme"???&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A última pessoa com quem falou hoje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;: Laurinha, my sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;2. A última coisa que falou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;: "Q droga de word q só fica travando!!! AHHHH!!!" ¬¬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;3. O último pensamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;: Díficil responder, já q estamos pensando a td momento!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;4. A última pessoa com quem brigou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;: Não me recordo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;5. A última pessoa com quem se reconciliou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;: Não me recordo [2]...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;6. A última pessoa que falou de Deus pra você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;: Hum, acho q foi o Padre, na missa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;7. O último lugar que você gostaria de estar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;: Na minha cama, dormindo... afinal são mais de duas da matina...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;8. O último filme a que assistiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;: Revi "Juno" ontem a noite... adoro a trilha sonora desse filme!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;9. O último livro que leu ou está lendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;: Estou lendo "A Bruxa de Portobello" de Paulo Coelho. Presente do amigo oculto de Natal. Já tava mais do q na hr de começar a lê-lo, certo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;10. O último presente que ganhou: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Minha chefe me deu um kit com várias coisinhas legais q serão muito utéis nas minhas aulas e um presente da chalé! (de aniversário, bem atrasado, mas adorei a consideração!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&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;11. A última coisa que gostaria de estar fazendo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dormindo, como já disse anteriormente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;12. O último telefonema feito ou atendido no seu celular ou telefone: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Recebi um telefonema essa manha da minha coord. da AniMatioN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;13. O último conselho que deu e pra quem deu: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Raquel e conselho são duas coisas antagonicas... unfortunately... =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;14. A última vez que chorou e por quê: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Cara, um dia desses eu tava pensando nisso... E realmente não me lembro a última vez q eu chorei... sério msm, não me lembro... faz mtoooo tempo.... Recordo-me da última vez que QUASE chorei, sabe naqueles momentos q os olhos só enchem de lágrimas um pouco, mas nd escorre? Então... serve??? Se sim, a última vez foi na despedida de um grande amigo, que teve q se mudar pra outro estado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;15. O que faria hoje se fosse seu último dia de vida: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;Gostaria só de estar na companhia daqueles que amo, rever/encontrar amigos e familiares, jogar conversa fora... pq esses pequenos e singelos momentos são os melhores e mais especiais...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;Errr... acho q é isso!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3016620350328522712-5301959803267396296?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5301959803267396296/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3016620350328522712&amp;postID=5301959803267396296' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/5301959803267396296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/5301959803267396296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/meme-oo.html' title='Meme... ???? o.O'/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-5468254799779287510</id><published>2009-01-25T15:26:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T23:44:30.197-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>P.S: Eu te amo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;{Daniel}&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;What do women want? I can't figure it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;They want us to ask , They don't want us to ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;They want as to make a move, not make a move. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(They want as to call, not to call.&lt;br /&gt;To get a beard, not to get a beard.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Use hair products, don't use hair products&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;What do you people want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Holly}&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; - I'll tell you, but you have to promise not to say I told you, because it's a sacred secret. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;We have absolutely no idea what we want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;. "&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Errr... não... nós realmente não temos a mínima idéia do que queremos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Falas retiradas do Filme "&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;P.S.: Eu te amo&lt;/span&gt;! com adaptações&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/3016620350328522712-5468254799779287510?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5468254799779287510/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3016620350328522712&amp;postID=5468254799779287510' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/5468254799779287510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/5468254799779287510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/ps-eu-te-amo.html' title='P.S: Eu te amo!'/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-1413449832434346938</id><published>2009-01-10T23:17:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T23:22:00.569-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Desconhecido</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desconhecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estive hoje em seus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;Assombrando-te o dia inteiro&lt;br /&gt;Mas afinal quem tu és?&lt;br /&gt;Não conheço a tua feição&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como isso é possível?&lt;br /&gt;Duas mentes estarem tão interligadas&lt;br /&gt;Serem tão dependentes&lt;br /&gt;E ao mesmo tempo desconhecidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua presença sempre passou desapercebida&lt;br /&gt;Agora não há como negá-la&lt;br /&gt;Porém por mim não é compreendida&lt;br /&gt;Não sei onde procurar-te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde estás afinal?&lt;br /&gt;Se existe mesmo essa intensa interligação&lt;br /&gt;Por que não há uma união?&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que desejo agora é encontrar-te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Raquel Carvalho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 09 de dezembro de 2007 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3016620350328522712-1413449832434346938?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1413449832434346938/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3016620350328522712&amp;postID=1413449832434346938' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/1413449832434346938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/1413449832434346938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/desconhecido.html' title='Desconhecido'/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-3885469310143840189</id><published>2008-12-19T10:34:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T10:41:11.329-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shows'/><title type='text'>Alanis! *-*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pq ela vem ao &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brasil&lt;/span&gt; e eu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRECISO&lt;/span&gt; ir ao &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;show&lt;/span&gt; dela!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lifesux.ro/cat76374/art3605427194/alanis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 344px;" src="http://www.lifesux.ro/cat76374/art3605427194/alanis.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PS: Não tenho nd contra Manaus... mas pô, Manaus???&lt;br /&gt;Pq num dá nem uma passadinha na &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;capital do país&lt;/span&gt; antes!!!&lt;br /&gt;Já vai direto prao outro país praticamente...&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deisinha&lt;/span&gt;... temos q ir armando os esquemas...&lt;br /&gt;TEMOS q assistir ao show dela, seja em floripa, sampa, fortaleza, ou até Manaus!&lt;br /&gt;(no caminho de Manaus podemos até dizer um oi pro &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Roger&lt;/span&gt;... rsrsrs XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou pra esse show, eu PRECISO ir pra esse show!!!&lt;br /&gt;¬¬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3016620350328522712-3885469310143840189?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3885469310143840189/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3016620350328522712&amp;postID=3885469310143840189' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/3885469310143840189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/3885469310143840189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/alanis.html' title='Alanis! *-*'/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-6033754900998719896</id><published>2008-12-11T22:08:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:18:00.296-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amigos'/><title type='text'>"...CedO ou TarDe..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nusss... dia horrivel hj...!&lt;br /&gt;Despedidas são punks!&lt;br /&gt;Pq nossos amigos tem q ir embora hein?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/SUGs6kTLUVI/AAAAAAAAAig/mF6VMv31cGU/s1600-h/DSC05441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/SUGs6kTLUVI/AAAAAAAAAig/mF6VMv31cGU/s320/DSC05441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278690360431432018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cê vai fazer mta falta!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DeMais!!!&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É froidz...&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sem mais nd a dizer, acho q já te disse td hj né?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te AmO Rogerrr!!!&lt;br /&gt;Vê se num demora a vir nos visitar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&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/3016620350328522712-6033754900998719896?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6033754900998719896/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3016620350328522712&amp;postID=6033754900998719896' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/6033754900998719896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/6033754900998719896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/cedo-ou-tarde.html' title='&quot;...CedO ou TarDe...&quot;'/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/SUGs6kTLUVI/AAAAAAAAAig/mF6VMv31cGU/s72-c/DSC05441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-5867550485158731813</id><published>2008-12-01T01:53:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T01:57:14.420-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Casos'/><title type='text'>Loser Babies!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Em suas vidas intra-uterinas &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isaac&lt;/span&gt; pergunta para &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miguel&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;-"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Será que existe vida após o parto&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;E Miguel responde:&lt;br /&gt;- "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hum, não sei, nunca ninguém voltou pra contar&lt;/span&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora eles sabem a resposta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sim, existe!!!!&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STNgbhwYVKI/AAAAAAAAAh8/9m0L8dEd0qc/s1600-h/Juntos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 152px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STNgbhwYVKI/AAAAAAAAAh8/9m0L8dEd0qc/s400/Juntos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274665614615008418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ahhhh... meus 'sobrinhos' finalmente nasceram!!!!&lt;br /&gt;E eles não tem cara de joelho, são mtooo fofos, isso sim!!!&lt;br /&gt;*-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precisava deixar esse momento registrado!!!&lt;br /&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/3016620350328522712-5867550485158731813?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5867550485158731813/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3016620350328522712&amp;postID=5867550485158731813' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/5867550485158731813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/5867550485158731813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/12/loser-babies.html' title='Loser Babies!!!'/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STNgbhwYVKI/AAAAAAAAAh8/9m0L8dEd0qc/s72-c/Juntos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-1496027843970711833</id><published>2008-11-29T02:22:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T02:30:15.864-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>O Retorno</title><content type='html'>Sim... eu sumi...&lt;br /&gt;Provavelmente ngm percebeu, sei disso (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;talvez uma única pessoa&lt;/span&gt;...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas sabe como é... a corrreria de fim de semestre me afastou daqui e de minhas reflexões - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;escritas&lt;/span&gt;, pq as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;não escritas&lt;/span&gt; estão sempre permeando essa cabecinha que lhes fala.&lt;br /&gt;Momentos de onibus são os melhores para isso!&lt;br /&gt;Mas sabe como é, as idéias quando não registradas no momento acabam sendo esquecidas ou perdem a sua intensidade e já são mais a mesma coisa, não expressam o real sentimento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim... isso é apenas uma mensagem avisando que eu NÃO ABANDONEI isso daqui...&lt;br /&gt;só estava sem tempo!&lt;br /&gt;Agora que as férias praticamante chegaram, poderei tentar manter isso aqui mais atualizado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para alegria de UMs,  indiferença de outros...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS: Estava meio sarcástica hj em minhas conversas... não sei pq....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3016620350328522712-1496027843970711833?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1496027843970711833/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3016620350328522712&amp;postID=1496027843970711833' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/1496027843970711833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/1496027843970711833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-retorno.html' title='O Retorno'/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-1819409428370295307</id><published>2008-10-12T09:50:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T10:00:17.739-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Casos'/><title type='text'>Renata e o Telemarketing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Alô?&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Alô, gostaria de falar com a senhora Raquel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Sou eu mesma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Olá, Boa tarde! O banco Itáu já entrou em contato com a senhora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Ahnn... não! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(breve pausa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Renata?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Quê? Fermata?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Não! Renata! Renata eu sei que é você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Desculpe senhora, mas aqui é do banco Itáu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Ah, Renata, eu sei que é você! Eu conheço sua voz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Olha, senhora, acho que você está se confundindo, você pensa que é uma amiga sua mas aqui é do banco Itáu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Renata, pára de brincadeira, eu sei que é você!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; TUM, TUM, TUM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gente, eu realmente achava que era a Renata, não foi nenhuma nova fórmula para me livrar desse maldito Telemarketing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas já que funcionou, quem sabe eu não comece a adotar essa técnica!!!&lt;br /&gt;rsrsrsrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/3016620350328522712-1819409428370295307?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1819409428370295307/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3016620350328522712&amp;postID=1819409428370295307' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/1819409428370295307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/1819409428370295307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/10/renata-e-o-telemarketing.html' title='Renata e o Telemarketing'/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-2286574917401695803</id><published>2008-10-05T10:32:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T10:43:13.410-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Inusitado</title><content type='html'>Finalmente um "poema" novo...!&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inusitado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sem perceber você proporcionou o inusitado&lt;br /&gt;E como qualquer novidade provocou um pequeno temor&lt;br /&gt;Aquele friozinho na barriga, mãos suando, tremor nas pernas&lt;br /&gt;O coração palpitanto cada vez mais forte e intenso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emoções típicas dos momentos de expectativas&lt;br /&gt;Expectativa essa que começou a tomar conta de todo o corpo&lt;br /&gt;Mas ninguém notou, VOCÊ não notou&lt;br /&gt;Tudo passou desapercebido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chega então o momento tão aguardado&lt;br /&gt;As emoções passadas cedem lugar a novas&lt;br /&gt;Surge a sensação de proteção e aconchego a tanto tempo distantes&lt;br /&gt;E uma felicidade inesperada percorre cada centímetro do corpo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entretanto sabe-se quão ínfimo será esse momento&lt;br /&gt;Ele não se perpetuará, durará aquenas aquele pequeno instante&lt;br /&gt;Aproveita-se então cada segundo dessa sublime sensação&lt;br /&gt;Nenhum detalhe poderá ser perdido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por mais consciência de que esse sentimento não se estenderá&lt;br /&gt;Ainda sim, lá no fundo, na parte mais profunda do âmago&lt;br /&gt;Existe uma ínfima esperança da permanência&lt;br /&gt;E sem perceber, sem ao menos querer por saber da dor que isso vai causar, alimenta-se essa esperança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esperança essa que não se concretiza&lt;br /&gt;Mas não se martirize por isso, a culpa não é sua&lt;br /&gt;Na realidade a culpa não é de ninguém&lt;br /&gt;As coisas sempre foram assim, porque mudariam logo agora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raquel Carvalho&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; 04 de outubro de 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3016620350328522712-2286574917401695803?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2286574917401695803/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3016620350328522712&amp;postID=2286574917401695803' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/2286574917401695803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/2286574917401695803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/10/inusitado.html' title='Inusitado'/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-6314254591637766083</id><published>2008-09-28T21:57:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T22:04:34.111-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Quebra - Cabeça</title><content type='html'>Só pra atualizar mesmo, mais um velho poema... (tô precisando escrever uns novos...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;QUEBRA - CABEÇA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leve-me daqui, desse mundo obscuro&lt;br /&gt;Sentido aqui já não encontro mais&lt;br /&gt;A alma já encontra-se fragmentada&lt;br /&gt;Mutilada pela exclusão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seus mil pedaços flutuam&lt;br /&gt;Neste lugar caótico e confuso&lt;br /&gt;Buscam a reintegração&lt;br /&gt;Mas onde achar a solução?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este quebra-cabeça da vida&lt;br /&gt;Com suas milhares de peças&lt;br /&gt;Grandes, pequenas, iguais diferentes&lt;br /&gt;Será que existe uma figura final?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se sim, não sei. Mas devemos procurá-la&lt;br /&gt;Sozinhos? Impossível&lt;br /&gt;Auxiliados? Quem sabe...&lt;br /&gt;Resta saber por onde começar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Raquel Carvalho, 26.06.08)&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/3016620350328522712-6314254591637766083?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6314254591637766083/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3016620350328522712&amp;postID=6314254591637766083' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/6314254591637766083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/6314254591637766083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/09/quebra-cabea.html' title='Quebra - Cabeça'/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-6360358402716776425</id><published>2008-09-18T19:17:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T23:41:05.609-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Histórias'/><title type='text'>"Dê a César o que é de César..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Seu rosto sério e traços fortes marcantes chamaram a sua atenção. E neste momento seus olhos não desgrudaram daquela figura envolta em seriedade e concentração. Admirou-se com a relação daquela figura e seu objeto. Era como se para ela nada mais importasse, aquele objeto era tudo para a figura naquele momento. E por mais que centenas de pessoas a observassem, a figura não as percebia. Nada mais importava, o obejto a completava naquele momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ELA, ao observar tal cena, estranha e bela relação, encantou-se. achou incrível a forma como a figura se entregava ao objeto, sem receios, sem medos, deixando-se levar. E apesar de todo o seu traço de seriedade, pôde perceber a alegria que a figura sentia. A aletria de sentir-se completo, pois o objeto a completava. ELA desejou sentir-se igual, sentir-se protegida, segura... Desejava uma realção igual. Quem sabe assim não encontrasse também a felicidade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sem perceber, ELA já havia obtido tal sentimento de complemento também. Ao contemplar tal cena - a intrigante relação figura/objeto - esqueceu-se do mundo ao seu redor, esqueceu-se de seus problemas, para ela nada mais importava, aquela perfeita relação de entrega era o seu único foco de atenção. E assim ela passou a estabelecer uma semelhante relação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas ELA acabou descobrindo que a tal figura não era feliz. Pelo menos não plenamente. Seus momentos de felicidade eram os ínfimos momentos que obtinha em contato com o seu objeto. Quando o transe passava, a figura tinha que fingir seu papel, fingir ser alguém que não era. E foi aí que ELA viu a figura sorrir. Mas não um sorriso verdadeiro, ele não era real, porque a figura não era feliz longe de sua relação com o objeto. E a felicidade dessa relação era expressa por meio de um ar de seriedade. A seriedade era a demonstração de felicidade daquela figura. Mas as pessoas não entendiam, a sociedade não aceitava. ELA era a única que compreendia e desejava igual sentimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porém a figura preciava fingir, era preciso o fazer para poder viver e se relacionar com os demais. E aí ela sorriu. Um sorriso forçado, seco, falso, cínico. Mas ninguém o percebeu dessa forma. Ninguém não, ELA percebeu. Só quem compreendia a figura seria capaz de perceber a real mensagem daquele sorriso. E ELA percebeu, ela entendia cada uma de suas nuancias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até que por um ínfimo instante, o olhar dELA com o da séria figura se cruzaram. Ambos sentiram um estrondo no ar, uma estranha sensação percorreu seus corpos, uma intensa relação ali se estabeleceu. E neste mesmo instante a figura parou de sorrir. sabia que não precisava fingir para ELA e demostrou toda a sua felicidade naquele intrigante rosto sério.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E desde aquele dia, ambos, ELA e figura, estabelecem uma relação invejável. Eles não precisam fingir mais, se compreendem e para eles isso é o que basta. Palavras não são necessárias, assim como a relação começou ela terminará, com uma simples e singela troca de olhares que traduzem todos os sentimentos do mundo. Ambos encontraram a felicidade no olhar um do outro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Raquel Carvalho - 17.09.08)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3016620350328522712-6360358402716776425?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6360358402716776425/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3016620350328522712&amp;postID=6360358402716776425' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/6360358402716776425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/6360358402716776425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/09/d-csar-o-que-de-csar.html' title='&quot;Dê a César o que é de César...&quot;'/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-8014883089328959108</id><published>2008-09-14T20:55:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T21:29:46.561-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UnB'/><title type='text'>Enquanto fiscalizava o concurso do CESPE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coisas que passam por minha cabeça durante 4 hrs e meia fiscalizando uma prova&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "Caracas, que cara bonito!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* " Ainn... eu quero um pedaço desse chocolate!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "Hum, gostei do estilo desse cara. Mas ESSE é ainda mais bonito!" XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "Nuss... que tênis branco. Tá novinho demais, acho que é a primeira vez que ele usa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "2 pessoas de verde, 5 de azul, 4 de vermelho, 6 de branco e 1 de rosa. É tem mais pessoas de camisa branca"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "Errr... esse cara realmente é bonito..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* ♪ "One little two little three little indians&lt;br /&gt;Four little five little six little indians&lt;br /&gt;Seven little eight little nine little indians&lt;br /&gt;Ten little indians boys" ♪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Contando um um por dos candidatos enquanto cantava, incluindo eu e a chefe, que dava certinho duas rodadas - uma na ordem crscente e outra decrescente)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "Hummm... será que fazer estágio aqui deve ser bom? Vou ver se depois deixo meu currículo aqui"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "Esse cara tá com cara de que vai ser o último a sair..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "Ain, por favor, alguém pede pra ir no banheiro que eu não aguento mais ficar aqui sem fazer nada!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "-Deixa eu ver quantos minutos faltam pra tirar a paradinha do relógio? 6 minutos.&lt;br /&gt;- E agora? Putz, ainda faltam 5.&lt;br /&gt;- E agora? AINDA 5! Acho que paramos no tempo..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "Já pensou se esse ventilador cai do teto em cima de alguém? Será que o concurso ia ser cancelado?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "Esse cara além de lindo tem um sotaque do sul tão lindooo!!!" *-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* " Essa sala tá mó dividida: lado esquerdo, clube do bolinha; lado direito, clube da luluzinha! O esquerdo tá mais interessante..." ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "Humm... já sei como podemos fazer o cartão de niver d@ fulan@. Tá certo q ainda tem MUITOOO tempo pra isso, mas já tenho a idéia"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* " Hum, pra apresentar meu projeto de español eu podia usar figuras e .... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "Ai, eu quero riscar pra passar o tempo, mas num tem mais espaço nessa folha. Hummm... acho q vou usar minha perna pra isso! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "Hummm... que q eu posso fazer de legal no meu niver???" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(detalhe que é só  daqui a 2 meses e 1 dia!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* ♫ "Pirulito que bate-bate, pirulito que já bateu..." ♫ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Relembrando o biscoito do filme Sherek terceiro. hehehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por aí vai!&lt;br /&gt;Tem mais coisitas, mas...&lt;br /&gt;PREFIRO NÃO COMENTAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rsrsrs&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3016620350328522712-8014883089328959108?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8014883089328959108/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3016620350328522712&amp;postID=8014883089328959108' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/8014883089328959108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/8014883089328959108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/09/fiscalizando-again-conurso-do-cespe.html' title='Enquanto fiscalizava o concurso do CESPE...'/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-2810914398810966413</id><published>2008-09-06T21:33:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T21:58:20.046-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shows'/><title type='text'>The H.I.V.E.S!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Show do &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE HIVES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ontem no Arena!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nusssss.... sem noção, esse show foi &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUBLIME&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/SMMiAsEgJKI/AAAAAAAAAWE/7bwBwbjzzuI/s1600-h/Site+do+por%C3%A3o.+anuncio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/SMMiAsEgJKI/AAAAAAAAAWE/7bwBwbjzzuI/s320/Site+do+por%C3%A3o.+anuncio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243071786414777506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confesso que não conhecia a banda, baixei os CDs quando comprei o ingresso pra poder pelo menos conhecer as músicas (e me apaixonei por duas, as únicas q aprendi mais ou menos a letra rsrsrs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aí você me pergunta pq eu comprei o ingresso pro show de uma banda que eu nem conhecia???&lt;br /&gt;Simples... 'regret'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há unas 2 anos atrás mais ou menos &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PLACEBO&lt;/span&gt; tocou em BSB por 15 reais!!! Isso mesmo, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Placebo por 15 reais!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acontece q a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Raquelzinha&lt;/span&gt; aqui não conhecia a banda e nem pilhou de ir&lt;br /&gt;Resultado: Atualmente &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AMO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pLacebO&lt;/span&gt; e me arrependo amargamente de num ter ido no show deles (ainda mais pq minhas irmãs ficam jogando na minha cara o quão perfeito ele foi e que estavam tão perto que viam o rímel e sombra do Brian!) =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, resolvi não arriscar de novo e fui pro &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The HiVes&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;E ainda bem que eu fui!!!&lt;br /&gt;Pq, putzzz... sério... aqueles caras são doidOs no palco!!! Show mtooo bommmm!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Interatividade&lt;/span&gt; total com o público!&lt;br /&gt;Sem falar q o vocalista parecia um macaco correndo de um lado pro outro e escalando as grades do palco! (e cuspindo no chão o tempo todo" Ihulllllll!)&lt;br /&gt;E brincando de Marionete com a gente!&lt;br /&gt;"SENHÔRAS E SENHÔRES! GRITA AÍ! .. PÁRA! ... BATA PALMAS!"&lt;br /&gt;hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E ainda pra fechar com chave de ouro, rola show do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MCA&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Nós somos a banda &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Móveis Coloniais de Acaju&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;André&lt;/span&gt;! (alWays)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/SMMkDlI0TzI/AAAAAAAAAWM/oeskqB564Yw/s1600-h/ATgAAACsCqDM1Ny4EkiEtnprX0CRVI3r787xdbmNIQ5dOQfkQptn4juAGO1fzflr9-Hv-nHH-X5Ys_J06DxFyhJtMhkPAJtU9VA7MLFXXx8ayneRGcWFWaPeOXdKMw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/SMMkDlI0TzI/AAAAAAAAAWM/oeskqB564Yw/s320/ATgAAACsCqDM1Ny4EkiEtnprX0CRVI3r787xdbmNIQ5dOQfkQptn4juAGO1fzflr9-Hv-nHH-X5Ys_J06DxFyhJtMhkPAJtU9VA7MLFXXx8ayneRGcWFWaPeOXdKMw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243074035116691250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despedida do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Idem&lt;/span&gt; dps de 3 anos, acho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;E aí num precisa dizer nada né, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pq show do Moveis é show do Moveis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simplismente o melhor show q existe!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu adOro o &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;André &lt;/span&gt;no palco!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;/fato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;E aqui está, o relato de mais uma noite perfeiTa!&lt;br /&gt;(E dia tb, pq essa sexTa foi mto divErtIda)&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;"E a felicidade se encontra nas coisas mais simples da terra"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*PS: A foto do show do Moveis é do CONVIDA XI q eu tb fui e foi um dos melhores shows deles!!! ^^&lt;/span&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/3016620350328522712-2810914398810966413?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2810914398810966413/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3016620350328522712&amp;postID=2810914398810966413' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/2810914398810966413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/2810914398810966413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/09/hives.html' title='The H.I.V.E.S!'/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/SMMiAsEgJKI/AAAAAAAAAWE/7bwBwbjzzuI/s72-c/Site+do+por%C3%A3o.+anuncio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-1024146813011221812</id><published>2008-08-27T23:52:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T23:44:22.535-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Casos'/><title type='text'>É cada coisa que a gnt escuta...</title><content type='html'>Sabe quando você por acaso acaba escutando alguma frase de conversas alheias?&lt;br /&gt;Pois é, estava eu sentada na FE estudando 'feliz e contente' quando passa um grupos de pessoas e eu escuto a seguinte frase:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Mexerica é uma laranja com hemorróidas"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posso com uma coisa dessas????&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3016620350328522712-1024146813011221812?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1024146813011221812/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3016620350328522712&amp;postID=1024146813011221812' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/1024146813011221812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/1024146813011221812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/cada-coisa-que-gnt-escuta.html' title='É cada coisa que a gnt escuta...'/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-7924056677436523736</id><published>2008-08-20T13:24:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T13:33:37.889-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>É... a vida é uma caixinha de surpresas...</title><content type='html'>Caixinha essa que traz CADA surpresa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como as pessoas conseguem nos surpreender tanto?&lt;br /&gt;Sério... fico de cara com uma coisa dessas!&lt;br /&gt;Como podem existir pessoas tão cínicas, falsas e mentirosas nesse mundo???&lt;br /&gt;Pq num falar a verdade na cara?!&lt;br /&gt;Talvez assim vc machuque o outro bem menos...&lt;br /&gt;Pare de olhar pro próprio umbigo e comece a pensar no sentimentos alheios...&lt;br /&gt;Imagina se isso tivesse acontecido com vc? Pense em como vc reagiria, o que vc sentiria... quem sabe assim vc comece a tomar mais cuidados com suas atitudes..&lt;br /&gt;¬¬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiiii... q raiva!&lt;br /&gt;Érrr... não dá pra confiar em td mundo... (se é que dá pra conficar 100% em alguém)&lt;br /&gt;Principalmente num tipo específico de gente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim... ngm vai entender nd msm... mais é que fiquei mtooOO indignada com um certo fato que descobri e precisava 'desabafar'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas enfim, a vida é assim...&lt;br /&gt;(Até rimou! XD)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3016620350328522712-7924056677436523736?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7924056677436523736/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3016620350328522712&amp;postID=7924056677436523736' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/7924056677436523736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/7924056677436523736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/vida-uma-caixinha-de-surpresas.html' title='É... a vida é uma caixinha de surpresas...'/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-8309997610318105087</id><published>2008-08-12T22:12:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T22:22:09.227-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Bad adviser   ¬¬</title><content type='html'>Se existe uma má conselheira essa pessoa sou eu. Sério, num sei dá conselho nenhum pra ngm... Não gosto qnd as pessoas vem me contar seus probelmas, não porque eles não me interesam... não é isso. Não mesmo!!! Gosto e preciso saber como meus amigos estão, saber pelo o que estão passando...&lt;br /&gt;        Acontece que eu NUNCA sei o que dizer, o que fazer para ajudá-los... Aí eu fico me sentindo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;useless&lt;/span&gt;. É foda isso! =/&lt;br /&gt;        Queria poder ajudar cada um, falar palavras de conforto, mas acho que num consigo. Talvez o simples fato da pessoa achar alguém com quem desabafar já seja um alívio pra ela, o simples fato de falar. Talvez, não sei... mas me sinto mal com isso, de não poder ajudar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;        &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Uma vez me 'disseram': &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"... fica incomodada quando tem que &lt;/span&gt;consolar alguém - porque ela diz que não sabe - mas aí ela faz a gente rir..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Espero que seja verdade!&lt;br /&gt;¬¬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Texto produzido em 16 de fevereiro de 2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3016620350328522712-8309997610318105087?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8309997610318105087/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3016620350328522712&amp;postID=8309997610318105087' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/8309997610318105087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/8309997610318105087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/bad-adviser.html' title='Bad adviser   ¬¬'/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-4028199245793063758</id><published>2008-08-08T14:32:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:41:34.744-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shows'/><title type='text'>Porão do Rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DUDAAAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; *-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/SJyEXlHmHxI/AAAAAAAAAS4/1h4o_auEoh8/s1600-h/DSC02811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/SJyEXlHmHxI/AAAAAAAAAS4/1h4o_auEoh8/s320/DSC02811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232202407733501714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Porão do Rock (02.08.08)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show mtooOOO FODA!!!&lt;br /&gt;Bandas mto boas!&lt;br /&gt;Adorei conhecer Papier Tigre!!! Os caras são mto bons!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"-Do u like it? (apontando pro guaraná)&lt;br /&gt;- No thank you!&lt;br /&gt;- I want!!!"&lt;br /&gt;rsrsrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim... show da PITTY foi mtooOOOO fodaaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mão na grade!!!&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;Ela tava mtO estilosa!!! Linda demais!&lt;br /&gt;Traje de gala esclusivo pra BSB (quer dizer, pro Muse!!! rsrsrs)&lt;br /&gt;Os meninos tavam mtooOO fodaaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei mais uma vez na frente do Joe!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh.... Joe é mto simpático!&lt;br /&gt;É so a gnt gritá-lo q ele já vem pra frente, cantar conosco!!!&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duda tb é mtooOO gnt boa!!!&lt;br /&gt;Adorei conversar com ele (msm q por pouco tempo)&lt;br /&gt;Foi nesse momento q surgiu essa fotinho aí!&lt;br /&gt;Quem manda ficar bobeando no camarote durante o show do Muse!!!&lt;br /&gt;rsrsrsrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falando em Muse... show mtoOOO foda tb!!!&lt;br /&gt;Os caras mandam mto bem!!!&lt;br /&gt;Musicas mto boas!!!&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim... escrevi demais...&lt;br /&gt;Sei q ngm vai ler msm, mas no problem...&lt;br /&gt;Só estava afim de escrever msm!!!&lt;br /&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/3016620350328522712-4028199245793063758?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4028199245793063758/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3016620350328522712&amp;postID=4028199245793063758' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/4028199245793063758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/4028199245793063758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/poro-do-rock.html' title='Porão do Rock'/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/SJyEXlHmHxI/AAAAAAAAAS4/1h4o_auEoh8/s72-c/DSC02811.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-5843310806464473864</id><published>2008-06-19T21:29:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T21:32:49.625-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UnB'/><title type='text'>Tudo o que eu realmente precisava saber, aprendi no jardim de infância</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;"Tudo que eu realmente preciso saber sobre a vida... Como ser.... Aprendi no jardim da infância.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não foi na universidade nem na pós-graduação que eu encontrei a verdadeira sabedoria, e sim no recreio do jardim da infância. &lt;br /&gt;Compartilhar, brincar dentro das regras, não bater nos outros, colocar as coisas de volta no lugar, limpar a própria sujeira, não pegar o que não é meu, pedir desculpas quando machucava alguém, lavar as mãos antes de comer, puxar a descarga do banheiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também descobri que café com leite é gostoso, que uma vida equilibrada é saudável e que pensar um pouco, aprender um pouco, desenhar, pintar, dançar, planejar e trabalhar todos os dias, nos faz muito bem.&lt;br /&gt;Tirar uma soneca à tarde, tomar muito cuidado com o trânsito, segurar as mãos de alguém e ficar juntos, são boas formas de enfrentar o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prestar atenção em todas as maravilhas e lembrar da pequena semente que, um dia, plantamos em um copo de plástico. As raízes iam para baixo e as folhas iam para cima, mas ninguém realmente sabia nem porquê. Mas nós somos assim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peixinhos dourados, ratinhos brancos; e até mesmo a pequena semente do copo de plástico, tudo morre um dia. E nós também. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que você realmente precisa saber esta aí. Faça aos outros aquilo que você gostaria que fizessem para você...&lt;br /&gt;Amor, higiene básica, ecologia e política contribuem para uma vida saudável. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penso que tudo seria melhor se todos nós - o mundo inteiro - tomássemos café com leite todas as tardes e descansássemos um pouquinho abraçados a um travesseiro.&lt;br /&gt;E ainda é verdade que, seja qual for a idade, - o melhor é darmos as mãos e ficarmos juntos!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Texto de Robert fulghum - tradução de Ernesto H. Simon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ta vendo a Importancia da Educação Infantil?!??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É por essas e outras que eu AMO minha futura profissão!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;^^&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/3016620350328522712-5843310806464473864?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5843310806464473864/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3016620350328522712&amp;postID=5843310806464473864' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/5843310806464473864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/5843310806464473864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/06/tudo-o-que-eu-realmente-precisava-saber.html' title='Tudo o que eu realmente precisava saber, aprendi no jardim de infância'/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-1147167273490560090</id><published>2008-06-02T22:15:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T22:22:11.214-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Na sua estante...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♫&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Você tá sempre indo e vindo, tudo bem. Dessa vez eu já vesti minha armadura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E mesmo que nada funione, eu estarei de pé, de queixo erguido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Depois você me vê vermelha e acha graça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mas eu não ficaria bem na sua estante..." ♫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♪ "... Cansei de chorar feridas que não se fecham, não se curam, não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mas essa abstinência uma hora vai passar..." ♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E num é que passou!&lt;br /&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/3016620350328522712-1147167273490560090?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1147167273490560090/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3016620350328522712&amp;postID=1147167273490560090' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/1147167273490560090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/1147167273490560090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/06/na-sua-estante.html' title='Na sua estante...'/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-1901221559515256760</id><published>2008-05-10T19:50:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T19:57:03.142-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Incógnita</title><content type='html'>Por um breve momento cheguei a acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Na veracidade da perfeição&lt;br /&gt;Na realidade de um sonho&lt;br /&gt;Na beleza de um só&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas com a mesma rapidez que surgiu, também se perdeu&lt;br /&gt;Abandonada, trancada, sozinha&lt;br /&gt;Permaneço agora encasulada&lt;br /&gt;Atormentada pela minha insegurança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O desejo do resultado perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Encontra-se agora enfraquecido&lt;br /&gt;Mutilada desse jeito é difícil sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Mas será que devo persistir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desistir ou lutar?&lt;br /&gt;Orgulho ou redenção?&lt;br /&gt;Desconheço o próximo passo&lt;br /&gt;Obscuro é o futuro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raquel Carvalho (29.04.08)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3016620350328522712-1901221559515256760?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1901221559515256760/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3016620350328522712&amp;postID=1901221559515256760' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/1901221559515256760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/1901221559515256760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/05/incgnita.html' title='Incógnita'/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-1973614562359329132</id><published>2008-03-23T20:57:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T21:09:31.829-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amigos'/><title type='text'>Dedicado aos meus amigos verdadeiros!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Li parte dessa cronica do perfil do orkut de alguem e me identifiquei MUITO com ela!&lt;br /&gt;Perguntei pro tio Google de quem era e aparecerem diversos autores diferentes.&lt;br /&gt;Portanto não sei de quem é. Não é minha, porém tem TUDO a ver comigo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" Tenho amigos que não sabem o quanto são meus amigos. Não percebem o amor que lhes devoto e a absoluta necessidade que tenho deles.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;        A amizade é um sentimento mais nobre do que o amor, eis que permite que o objeto dela se divida em outros afetos, enquanto o amor tem intrínseco o ciúme, que não admite a rivalidade. E eu poderia suportar, embora não sem dor, que tivessem morrido todos os meus amores, mas enlouqueceria se morressem todos os meus amigos! Até mesmo aqueles que não percebem o quanto são meus amigos e o quanto minha vida depende de suas existências...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;        A alguns deles não procuro, basta-me saber que eles existem. Esta mera condição me encoraja a seguir em frente pela vida. Mas, porque não os pr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ocuro com assiduidade, não posso lhes dizer o quanto gosto deles. Eles não iriam acreditar.    &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;        Muitos deles estão lendo esta crônica e não sabem que estão incluídos na sagrada relação de meus amigos. Mas é delicioso que eu saiba e sinta que os adoro, embora não declare e não os procure. E às vezes, quando os procuro, noto que eles não tem noção de como me são necessários, de como são indispensáveis ao meu equilíbrio vital, porque eles fazem parte do mundo que eu, tremulamente, construí e se tornaram alicerces do meu encanto pela vida.    &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;        (...) Por vezes, mergulho em pensamentos sobre alguns deles. (...) Se alguma coisa me consome e me envelhece é que a roda furiosa da vida não me permite ter sempre ao meu lado, morando comigo, andando comigo, falando comigo, vivendo comigo, todos os meus amigos, e, principalmente os que só de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sconfiam ou talvez nunca vão saber que são meus amigos!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;       &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums2/ATgAAABXL7jHm1pUTYPR7-F1GN9fs5gbCcdRzAZqvrHlhpplQwiW1RALE7MZOK31yMe0L60EthRoZIOqvEAqSUjPG8tKAJtU9VAhtcuYKGvjlQZj-g05XFsygg8ITQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums2/ATgAAABXL7jHm1pUTYPR7-F1GN9fs5gbCcdRzAZqvrHlhpplQwiW1RALE7MZOK31yMe0L60EthRoZIOqvEAqSUjPG8tKAJtU9VAhtcuYKGvjlQZj-g05XFsygg8ITQ.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dedico a todos meus amigos! Amigos de verdade, pois amizade pra mim é uma palavra MUITO forte, de grande significado!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;        Tenho poucos amigos, mas os poucos que tenho são muito especiais pra mim! Essenciais na minha vida!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;        Amo muito cada um de vocês!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  (E olha que é dificil eu dizer isso pra alguem, então sintam-se mais que especiais)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;        ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;  &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3016620350328522712-1973614562359329132?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1973614562359329132/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3016620350328522712&amp;postID=1973614562359329132' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/1973614562359329132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/1973614562359329132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/03/dedicado-aos-meus-amigos-verdadeiros.html' title='Dedicado aos meus amigos verdadeiros!'/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-4025065225127085864</id><published>2008-03-06T21:34:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T21:54:03.244-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shows'/><title type='text'>PittY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/R9CO_OgUygI/AAAAAAAAAOI/uM35rxm05ho/s1600-h/pitty+e+maskavo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/R9CO_OgUygI/AAAAAAAAAOI/uM35rxm05ho/s400/pitty+e+maskavo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174793188725279234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finalmente depois de 3 longos anos de espera, Pitty e sua banda estão de volta em Brasilia!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ta certo q estava na expectativa de um show só da banda (nd de eventos como será)&lt;br /&gt;Um publico só dela! O q é totalmente diferente de festivais!&lt;br /&gt;Mas já q tem q ser assim, tá de bOa!!!&lt;br /&gt;Num perco por nd do msm jeitooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas MasKavo???&lt;br /&gt;Banda legalzinha... pelo menos as mais ou menos 3 musicas q conheço deles são legais! :P&lt;br /&gt;Mas estilo das duas bandas são TOTALMENTE diferentes, num é?&lt;br /&gt;Mas gostei do nome &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Rock'n reggae"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:P&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas enfim...&lt;br /&gt;Vamos viver o lado coca-cola da musica!&lt;br /&gt;Misturando os estilos!&lt;br /&gt;"Viva a diferença"&lt;br /&gt;XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim... chega né?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou nesse show e pronto!&lt;br /&gt;Perco por nadaaaa!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vão tb???&lt;br /&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/3016620350328522712-4025065225127085864?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4025065225127085864/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3016620350328522712&amp;postID=4025065225127085864' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/4025065225127085864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/4025065225127085864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/03/pitty.html' title='PittY!'/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/R9CO_OgUygI/AAAAAAAAAOI/uM35rxm05ho/s72-c/pitty+e+maskavo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-914437991776117008</id><published>2008-03-03T14:03:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T14:07:45.217-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Isso não me pertence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AtualizandO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/R8wvh6ekxTI/AAAAAAAAAOA/F4oKMgkXk7k/s1600-h/isso+n%C3%A3o+me+pertence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/R8wvh6ekxTI/AAAAAAAAAOA/F4oKMgkXk7k/s400/isso+n%C3%A3o+me+pertence.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173562331621541170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3016620350328522712-914437991776117008?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/914437991776117008/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3016620350328522712&amp;postID=914437991776117008' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/914437991776117008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/914437991776117008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/03/isso-no-te-pertence.html' title='Isso não me pertence'/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/R8wvh6ekxTI/AAAAAAAAAOA/F4oKMgkXk7k/s72-c/isso+n%C3%A3o+me+pertence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-9083645166478927763</id><published>2008-02-28T15:50:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T21:42:31.635-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UnB'/><title type='text'>Matricula</title><content type='html'>Amanha é dia de fazer matricula nas disciplinas!!!&lt;br /&gt;E td vez é assim, nunca consigo decidir o q fazer, quais materias pegar e quais dxar de pegar, qnts creditos pegar... Tem altas materias q quero fazer mais os horarios não batem, ou num dá pra pegar td pq se não eu vou ter um treco no meio do semestre!&lt;br /&gt;Qnd vou conversar com os veteranos sobre os profs pra saber como são e talz, cada um tem uma opinião diferente: enquanto uns elogiam, outros acabam com o prof. ...&lt;br /&gt;E eu fico só na indecisão...&lt;br /&gt;Desde q saiu os horarios (na terça-feira se não me engano) eu já fiz bem uns 6 hoararios diferentes e ainda num consegui decidir q materias realamente vou fazer!&lt;br /&gt;E a matricula é amanha!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhh!!! Q q eu faço?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;Q materias eu faço???&lt;br /&gt;Q projeto eu faço????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putz.... sou a indecisão em pessoa!&lt;br /&gt;Mas vamos lá... uma hr eu vou ter q decidir, até amanha eu decido, e se não conseguir faço no "mamãe mandou" msm!&lt;br /&gt;rsrsrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;PS: Daqui a pouquinho sai o resultado da 2ª chamada do vestiba da UnB!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ainda resta esperanças!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sempre tem q existir!!!&lt;br /&gt;Torcendo por vcs!!!&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS2: Não esperanças pra q eu passe, pq já to lá! :P&lt;br /&gt;Mas pra q meus amigos passem!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MikE&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deise&lt;/span&gt; especialmente!!)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3016620350328522712-9083645166478927763?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/9083645166478927763/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3016620350328522712&amp;postID=9083645166478927763' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/9083645166478927763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/9083645166478927763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/02/matricula.html' title='Matricula'/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-1359457029610709760</id><published>2008-02-22T21:29:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T21:32:59.157-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shows'/><title type='text'>Moveis convida!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu vouuuuuu!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;\o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/R79pJ8qfPvI/AAAAAAAAAN4/GDjYqc35Kok/s1600-h/Moveis+convida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/R79pJ8qfPvI/AAAAAAAAAN4/GDjYqc35Kok/s400/Moveis+convida.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169966516868693746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mais informações acesse:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.moveiscoloniaisdeacaju.com.br/agenda/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;PS: Quero ganhar o ingresso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;uhauhauhauh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;:P&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/3016620350328522712-1359457029610709760?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1359457029610709760/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3016620350328522712&amp;postID=1359457029610709760' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/1359457029610709760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/1359457029610709760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/02/moveis-convida.html' title='Moveis convida!'/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/R79pJ8qfPvI/AAAAAAAAAN4/GDjYqc35Kok/s72-c/Moveis+convida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-6565724768846248109</id><published>2008-02-21T23:03:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T23:21:24.386-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Convivência</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Parte de um texto escrito por mim em 29 de dezembro de 2007:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Sei lá, acredito muito na palavra &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CONVIVÊNCIA.&lt;/span&gt; É ela que gera a amizade, o amor... Sem ela esses sentimentos passam a enfraquecer, ou pelo menos ficam encobertos por outros e achamos que eles se foram... sei lá, pelo menos tem sido sempre assim comigo. Sempre que estou mais unido a alguém, aumenta a amizade/ o amor... porém, se eu me afasto esses sentimentos meio que desaparecem... não é que desapareçam, mas não os notamos mais [com a msm intensidade] até que o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;convívio &lt;/span&gt;volte a acontecer e eles apareçam novamente. Não é sempre assim, mas minha vida tem se baseado muito nisso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;P.S.: Não estava mto bem no dia em q escrevi esse texto. Idéias MTO confusas estavam fervilhando em minha kbça... mas enfim...&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/3016620350328522712-6565724768846248109?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6565724768846248109/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3016620350328522712&amp;postID=6565724768846248109' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/6565724768846248109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/6565724768846248109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/02/convivcnvia.html' title='Convivência'/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-7329626311210266221</id><published>2008-02-18T10:14:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T19:27:59.363-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UnB'/><title type='text'>Rotina de um fiscal do CESPE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cefetmg.br/info/imagens/vestibular%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.cefetmg.br/info/imagens/vestibular%20001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem foi um dia árduo e cansativo...&lt;br /&gt;Primeiramente eu ja estava mto cansada de sabado, pois havia andado de bike no parque da cidade (2 voltas e meia).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acordei as 5 da matina e, cambaleando, me arrumei, comi alguma coisa, escovei os dentes, pus meus olhos e sai em direção ao local de prova (minha mae me levou de carro, ainda bem!).&lt;br /&gt;Chegando lá assiti uma reunião idiota (são tds iguais) e mudaram o sala de td mundo, inclusive o predio da aplicação. Portanto, tive que ficar um tempão procurando minha nova sala. Chegando lá, encontrei meu chefe e o fiscal q ficariam comigo. MTo gnt boa os dois!!!&lt;br /&gt;Passado um tempinho, começam a chegar os candidatos, ou melhor, candidatAs. Foi td tranquilo... exceto o fato que na minha sala eram 50 Lucianas! Isso msm, 50 Lucianas. Nunca vi tanta Luciana junta na minha vida! E ainda eram 6 "Luciana Maria". Então na hr de identifica-las tinha q ter td cuidado pra ver o sobrenome direitinho.... A maioria mostrava a carteirinha da OAB e a resto carteia de motorista (falando nisso, eu tenho q tirar a minha), nenhuma identidade. Chique hein?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durante a prova foi td tranquilo. Nenhuma confusão... mtas saidas levando o povo no banheiro...&lt;br /&gt;Terminou a prova, fomos almoçar. Comida fornecida pelo cespe. Até q tava de boa. O dobro de arroz pro tantinho de frango (empapado de oleo), com feijão frio e seco, sem caldo e batata palha mucha!!! OK, mas a fome na hr num dxou eu perceber nd disso. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prova da tarde, novas confusão... lá vamos nós mudar de sala novamente. Fomos pro outro predio.&lt;br /&gt;Putz... tava tão cansada nessa hr q já tava viajando MTO na sala, morrendo de sono... Acho q quem quisesse ter colado teria conseguido na maior facilidade. rsrssrs&lt;br /&gt;E o banheiro dessa vez ficava no outro andar, portanto... subir escadas!!! Td hr!&lt;br /&gt;Ai minhas perninhas....&lt;br /&gt;Eu tava tão cansada que esquecia a cara das pessoas q eu levava no banheiro...&lt;br /&gt;Ai qnd elas saim eu num sabia mais quem eram. hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, dps do fim dessa prova, as 18:15... fomos devolver o material. Mais uns 30 minutos  na fila para faze-lo.&lt;br /&gt;Dps disso, liberdade finalmente!!!!&lt;br /&gt;NãO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tive que voltar andando do IESB (609 N) até aqui em ksa, a noite, ou seja, um BOA caminhada e ainda por cima, perigosa...&lt;br /&gt;Imaginam como eu cheguei em casa né???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOrTa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh... sem falar q durante esse dia inteiro tive q ficar aguentando as grosserias e patadas do coordenador F.D.P. que eu peguei!!! Ahhh, q raiva daquele cara!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora vc me pergunta, pq vc perde um domingo td dessa forma tão consativa????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, pq a recompensa daqui a umas duas semaninhas compensa td isso!!!&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3016620350328522712-7329626311210266221?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7329626311210266221/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3016620350328522712&amp;postID=7329626311210266221' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/7329626311210266221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/7329626311210266221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/02/rotina-de-um-fiscal-do-cespe_18.html' title='Rotina de um fiscal do CESPE'/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-3288924642635693652</id><published>2008-02-16T13:45:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T13:49:35.295-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>"O sentimento nunca mudou"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Só pra atualizar!&lt;br /&gt;Mais um poema!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/R7cF58qfPuI/AAAAAAAAANw/kkDudrulE9Y/s1600-h/O+sentimento+nunca+mudou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/R7cF58qfPuI/AAAAAAAAANw/kkDudrulE9Y/s400/O+sentimento+nunca+mudou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167605590525951714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3016620350328522712-3288924642635693652?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3288924642635693652/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3016620350328522712&amp;postID=3288924642635693652' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/3288924642635693652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/3288924642635693652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/02/o-sentimento-nunca-mudou.html' title='&quot;O sentimento nunca mudou&quot;'/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/R7cF58qfPuI/AAAAAAAAANw/kkDudrulE9Y/s72-c/O+sentimento+nunca+mudou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-6426097382313112316</id><published>2008-02-11T11:40:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T23:44:11.485-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>"Tudo vai passar"</title><content type='html'>Gosto mto de frases...&lt;br /&gt;Seja frases de grandes pensadores, letras de uma musica ou dita por um simples amigo seu... whatever!&lt;br /&gt;Tem sempre aquela q me marca de alguma forma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa, "TUDO VAI PASSAR" &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(Autor desconhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;cido) &lt;/span&gt;tem sido ultimamente uma especie de guia na minha vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;E a historia por tras dela é mto interessante, vou contar pra vcs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/R7BaG8qfPnI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Rk3pEQVQDFI/s1600-h/tudo+vai+passar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165727848004009586" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/R7BaG8qfPnI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Rk3pEQVQDFI/s320/tudo+vai+passar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Havia um rei que estava passando por momentos atribulados em seu reino. Então, ele reuniu todos os s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;ábios e pediu a eles que elaborassem uma frase para ser gravada em seu anel de tal forma que todas as vezes que o rei olha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;sse para o anel, a frase trouxesse c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;onsol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;o nos momentos de desepero e angústia, mas que também trouxesse humildade nos momentos de vitória, para que o rei não ficasse "se achando" tanto. Os sábios, portanto, foram lá e escreveram, TUDO VAI PASSAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Interessante né?&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&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/3016620350328522712-6426097382313112316?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6426097382313112316/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3016620350328522712&amp;postID=6426097382313112316' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/6426097382313112316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/6426097382313112316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/02/tudo-vai-passar_11.html' title='&quot;Tudo vai passar&quot;'/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/R7BaG8qfPnI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Rk3pEQVQDFI/s72-c/tudo+vai+passar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-1299804641415279449</id><published>2008-02-03T20:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T21:03:56.836-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sonhos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>'Desejo Imaginário'</title><content type='html'>Mais um velho, novo poema!&lt;br /&gt;Este "surgiu" referente ao assunto tratado no post passado!&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Desejo Imaginário&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                              &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;No mais inocente e involuntário toque&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o sangue correndo em sua veia&lt;br /&gt;Passando para mim essa energia&lt;br /&gt;Preenchendo o vazio dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No seu mais tênue abraço&lt;br /&gt;Nos poucos segundos envolvida em seus braços&lt;br /&gt;Afundo-me profundamente em seu ser&lt;br /&gt;Perco-me em minha insanidade&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Sinto o perfume da sua pele&lt;br /&gt;O calor do seu abraço&lt;br /&gt;Desejando que o tempo pare&lt;br /&gt;Sonhando com a eternidade deste momento&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Mas cansei de apenas desejar&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de ser atormentada pela tua presença&lt;br /&gt;Todas as noites nos meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;É sempre você ali presente&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Não quero mais imaginar&lt;br /&gt;Mas a noção do erro é mais forte&lt;br /&gt;Essa dúvida que acorrenta meus pés&lt;br /&gt;Essa vergonha que me prende&lt;br /&gt;Impedindo-me de me perder em seus braços&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Solidão que não vai embora&lt;br /&gt;Imaginação que me enlouquece&lt;br /&gt;É um desejo proibido&lt;br /&gt;Por mim nunca resolvido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raquel Carvalho (01/11/07)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRASE DO DIA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;"I can hear you when you whisper&lt;br /&gt;But you can't even hear me screaming"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where will you go - Evanescence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&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/3016620350328522712-1299804641415279449?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1299804641415279449/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3016620350328522712&amp;postID=1299804641415279449' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/1299804641415279449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/1299804641415279449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/02/desejo-imaginrio.html' title='&apos;Desejo Imaginário&apos;'/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-8405930070393091946</id><published>2008-02-01T01:49:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T12:16:51.629-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sonhos'/><title type='text'>Sonhos? Freud explica!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sonhos!!!&lt;br /&gt;Eu os acho fascinante! Sempre quis compreendê-los, saber o que significam...&lt;br /&gt;Há coisas bizarras, normalidades do dia-a-dia, somos capazes de enfrentar as leis da fisica, desejos proibidos vêem a tona, coisas impossíveis são realizadas...&lt;br /&gt;Nele podemos td! Podemos ser o quê e quem quisermos!&lt;br /&gt;Por isso os acho tão fascinantes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas qual a real importância deles em nossas vidas? Será que é como Freud realmente diz, que os&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; sonhos são a realização dos nossos desejos reprimidos&lt;/span&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;Mas como ele msm diz essa realização é imperfeita e incompleta, pois o nosso superego &lt;i&gt;(normas e principios morais)&lt;/i&gt; não permite que os sonhos explicitem com mta clareza o nosso desejo inconsciente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK! Parando um pouco com essa "aula" sobre Freud...&lt;br /&gt;Será que é realmente isso msm! Será q tds nossos sonhos são derivados de desejos oprimidos, mtas vezes por nós não conhecidos???&lt;br /&gt;Mas se eles ñ explicitam o desejo tal como ele realmente é, como posso explicar um sonho tão claro como este:&lt;br /&gt;FREUD, EXPLICA-me!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; "Estávamos em um parque de diversão. Dirijo-me calmamente e sozinha rumo à um dos brinquedos. No meio do caminho eu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;encontro. Sorrio para ele e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; sorri de volta. Continuamos a andar juntos rumo ao brinquedo, abraçados: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; com o braço em meu ombro e eu com os dois braços envolvendo sua cintura. Podemos sentir um clima no ar... Finalmente chegamos a fila e lá rolam trocas de carícias leves e inocentes como o movimento dos dedos dele em meu ombro. Eu começo, meio que sem perceber, a fazer carícias em sua barriga. Ele sente cócegas e neste movimento brusco nos damos conta do que estamos fazendo, saindo de uma espécie de transe (se é q posso chamar assim), e nos afastamos meio sem graça..." &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;(11.10.07)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;OK! Pode estar mais obvio????&lt;br /&gt;Mas se os sonhos vem distorcidos, será que é essa msg msm q ele ta querendo passar? E tantos outros como este q "atormentam-me" durante varias noites?&lt;br /&gt;Acho q não, espero q não! Pois parece tão errada! É TÃO ERRADA!&lt;br /&gt;Mas se eles representam desejos reprimidos pelas normas sociais, talvez seja realmente msm essa a msg!&lt;br /&gt;Mas não dxa de ser errada!&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Enfim!&lt;br /&gt;Já escrevi demais!&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, pq estou me preocupando tanto... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; foi tudo apenas um sonho&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3016620350328522712-8405930070393091946?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8405930070393091946/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3016620350328522712&amp;postID=8405930070393091946' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/8405930070393091946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/8405930070393091946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/01/sohos-freud-explica.html' title='Sonhos? Freud explica!'/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3016620350328522712.post-1092587161495184844</id><published>2008-01-29T08:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T02:18:53.507-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>The beggining!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Já tentei começar isso aqui várias vezes, mas nunca deu certo, por diversos motivos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Veremos o q dará desta vez!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;srrsrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hj estou meio sem idéias pra escrever, por isso irei publicar aqui um velho poema meu!&lt;br /&gt;Pra mim eles são mto significativos... já pra quem os lê já num sei se eles fazem algum efeito, se têm algum significado, ou se não passam de uma simples bobagem...&lt;br /&gt;Pra mim eles são mto importantes pois transmitem sentimentos mto profundos meus! Momentos marcantes e significativos q me marcaram naquele pequeno instante!&lt;br /&gt;Sempre qnd algo me acontece, principlamente algo ruim, recorro sempre a uma caneta e um papel. A escrita me ajuda mto a pensar, a refletir sobre meus proprios sentimentos e pensamentos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E esse poema fala um pouco sobre isso!&lt;br /&gt;Como eu, ao escrever, me trasporto prum outro mundo, como uma especie de outra dimensão, onde nele eu posso td, sou capaz de td e só ele (meu mundo proprio) é capaz de me compreender...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, tá ai!&lt;br /&gt;Espero q gostem. Ou não! Nem sei mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Meu Mundo, meu refúgio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Encontro-me mais uma vez só&lt;br /&gt;Perdida no vazio que me atormenta&lt;br /&gt;Solidão que me consome&lt;br /&gt;Destruindo-me por dentro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então pego uma caneta e um papel&lt;br /&gt;Adentro num mundo só meu&lt;br /&gt;Um mundo que me compreende&lt;br /&gt;Onde sinto-me completa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passo a me conhecer melhor&lt;br /&gt;Nele eu sinto a liberdade&lt;br /&gt;Expresso tudo o que sinto&lt;br /&gt;Sem medo de ser esmagada por suas palavras afiadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu mundo&lt;br /&gt;Minhas palavras&lt;br /&gt;Meus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;E a minha felicidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Raquel Carvalho (09.11.07)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:times new roman;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:times new roman;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/3016620350328522712-1092587161495184844?l=quels-thoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1092587161495184844/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3016620350328522712&amp;postID=1092587161495184844' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/1092587161495184844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3016620350328522712/posts/default/1092587161495184844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quels-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/01/beggining.html' title='The beggining!'/><author><name>♫ Quel ♫</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171159513597294807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NnYgCWQ6QoE/STDDrYWvzZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/SNbYrGFDXVU/S220/DSC04939.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
