<?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-3281043555166196679</id><updated>2012-01-02T19:18:37.037-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary of Mandy</title><subtitle type='html'>Pensamentos, reflexões (:</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amanda Garcia .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14142178614759140471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-re3o5o5f_Nc/TwIe9CTTfrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/SQ79CbpG4xg/s220/PQAAANM-nxCvUccY0-_6vNk42oBD_k_n7rOjvIHhWWVfa-4ht4sGue4JIqi0znXcewGf3NWhM97YjGc83Xut4f7854YAm1T1UMgt-1WP9oJsxX6On73R-IV_TC4D.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281043555166196679.post-6720553556237451451</id><published>2012-01-01T19:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T19:28:00.302-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Gosto de ficar sozinha no meu quarto,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iKS_xz_8COQ/TwDPzxP8DVI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/3zf58VG8_24/s1600/tumblr_lwo0nwSMM31qcdxvso1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iKS_xz_8COQ/TwDPzxP8DVI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/3zf58VG8_24/s320/tumblr_lwo0nwSMM31qcdxvso1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;escutando alguma música alta e lembrando dos momentos que passei e ate mesmo planejando coisas para meu futuro. Não gosto de ficar no meio de muita gente que finge se importar comigo, me sinto mal e angustiada! Quero ficar sozinha buscando as palavras certas para demonstrar o que se passa aqui dentro de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #868686; font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/3281043555166196679-6720553556237451451?l=diaryofamanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/feeds/6720553556237451451/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2012/01/gosto-de-ficar-sozinha-no-meu-quarto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/6720553556237451451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/6720553556237451451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2012/01/gosto-de-ficar-sozinha-no-meu-quarto.html' title='Gosto de ficar sozinha no meu quarto,'/><author><name>Amanda Garcia .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14142178614759140471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-re3o5o5f_Nc/TwIe9CTTfrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/SQ79CbpG4xg/s220/PQAAANM-nxCvUccY0-_6vNk42oBD_k_n7rOjvIHhWWVfa-4ht4sGue4JIqi0znXcewGf3NWhM97YjGc83Xut4f7854YAm1T1UMgt-1WP9oJsxX6On73R-IV_TC4D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iKS_xz_8COQ/TwDPzxP8DVI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/3zf58VG8_24/s72-c/tumblr_lwo0nwSMM31qcdxvso1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281043555166196679.post-4377898203047175856</id><published>2012-01-01T19:19:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T19:20:30.522-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Não seja,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WmxRK2Jbd_Q/TwDNyX45ONI/AAAAAAAAAVE/D_jcnsAYp1U/s1600/1316766-9-1325377445818_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WmxRK2Jbd_Q/TwDNyX45ONI/AAAAAAAAAVE/D_jcnsAYp1U/s320/1316766-9-1325377445818_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; uma menina que precisa de um menino, seja a menina que todos os meninos precisam.&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/3281043555166196679-4377898203047175856?l=diaryofamanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/feeds/4377898203047175856/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2012/01/nao-seja.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/4377898203047175856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/4377898203047175856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2012/01/nao-seja.html' title='Não seja,'/><author><name>Amanda Garcia .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14142178614759140471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-re3o5o5f_Nc/TwIe9CTTfrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/SQ79CbpG4xg/s220/PQAAANM-nxCvUccY0-_6vNk42oBD_k_n7rOjvIHhWWVfa-4ht4sGue4JIqi0znXcewGf3NWhM97YjGc83Xut4f7854YAm1T1UMgt-1WP9oJsxX6On73R-IV_TC4D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WmxRK2Jbd_Q/TwDNyX45ONI/AAAAAAAAAVE/D_jcnsAYp1U/s72-c/1316766-9-1325377445818_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281043555166196679.post-8800928751838536093</id><published>2012-01-01T16:33:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T16:33:09.530-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IJESghetQSA/TwCmwTWEXAI/AAAAAAAAAU4/HnPsV8NMY2k/s1600/tumblr_lwxjziknFI1r68xo9o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IJESghetQSA/TwCmwTWEXAI/AAAAAAAAAU4/HnPsV8NMY2k/s320/tumblr_lwxjziknFI1r68xo9o1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;eu ainda vou te abraçar e dizer: “Caramba, finalmente!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;P/ : Gabriel Henrique Garcia&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281043555166196679-8800928751838536093?l=diaryofamanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/feeds/8800928751838536093/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2012/01/um-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/8800928751838536093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/8800928751838536093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2012/01/um-dia.html' title='Um dia,'/><author><name>Amanda Garcia .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14142178614759140471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-re3o5o5f_Nc/TwIe9CTTfrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/SQ79CbpG4xg/s220/PQAAANM-nxCvUccY0-_6vNk42oBD_k_n7rOjvIHhWWVfa-4ht4sGue4JIqi0znXcewGf3NWhM97YjGc83Xut4f7854YAm1T1UMgt-1WP9oJsxX6On73R-IV_TC4D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IJESghetQSA/TwCmwTWEXAI/AAAAAAAAAU4/HnPsV8NMY2k/s72-c/tumblr_lwxjziknFI1r68xo9o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281043555166196679.post-5637850358426593522</id><published>2012-01-01T16:29:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T16:30:08.213-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Amiga: Ele é errado pra você.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1gozCvUJ9xw/TwCmCe8Od8I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ffE2k17INUU/s1600/140143246_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1gozCvUJ9xw/TwCmCe8Od8I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ffE2k17INUU/s320/140143246_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Ela:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Eu sei. Ele tem umas manias&amp;nbsp;ridículas&amp;nbsp;de usar a meia da mesma cor da blusa, pentear o cabelo para dois lados diferentes, misturar as cores das uvas e ainda bebe leite toda manhã. Ele não abre a porta do carro, não dança nada, aliás, pisa muito no pé. Não tem letra bonita, as poesias dele são letras de músicas e sabe o que é pior? Ele não tem vergonha de sair de pijama na rua. Ele te joga no chão para te fazer morrer sem ar. Quando você cai, ele ri de você e depois cai no chão junto. Ele não é metade do que esses meninos são, não é rico, não tem pai bilionário, não come só carne branca, não é saradão, não usa essas camisas xadrez e nem fica soltando amores por aí. Ele não é meu&amp;nbsp;príncipe&amp;nbsp;encantado não. Não vale nada não. Aliás, ele é muito chato. Ele gosta de te irritar só pra dizer que você é estressada. Quer chamar ele de idiota? Chama. Ele é. Muito, tipo, muito idiota. Passa um dia com ele, você não suportaria o machismo e a falta de humildade dele, tirando as piadas sem graça e o jeito como ele faz você passar vergonha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 14.25pt;"&gt;E sabe o que é pior do que todos esses mil defeitos que ele tem? Que eu posso estar com o homem mais perfeito do mundo na minha frente, mas quando eu fechar os olhos eu vou lembrar do jeito que ele sorri primeiro de um canto e depois de outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 14.25pt; margin-top: 7.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/3281043555166196679-5637850358426593522?l=diaryofamanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/feeds/5637850358426593522/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2012/01/amiga-ele-e-errado-pra-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/5637850358426593522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/5637850358426593522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2012/01/amiga-ele-e-errado-pra-voce.html' title='Amiga: Ele é errado pra você.'/><author><name>Amanda Garcia .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14142178614759140471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-re3o5o5f_Nc/TwIe9CTTfrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/SQ79CbpG4xg/s220/PQAAANM-nxCvUccY0-_6vNk42oBD_k_n7rOjvIHhWWVfa-4ht4sGue4JIqi0znXcewGf3NWhM97YjGc83Xut4f7854YAm1T1UMgt-1WP9oJsxX6On73R-IV_TC4D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1gozCvUJ9xw/TwCmCe8Od8I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ffE2k17INUU/s72-c/140143246_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281043555166196679.post-136798916558637276</id><published>2012-01-01T16:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T16:04:34.624-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome 2012 !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tac5scpsisU/TwCeZcFvZqI/AAAAAAAAAUg/irn-Tj6XQgE/s1600/tumblr_lwppknMfU81r8xaiso1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tac5scpsisU/TwCeZcFvZqI/AAAAAAAAAUg/irn-Tj6XQgE/s320/tumblr_lwppknMfU81r8xaiso1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Que você nos traga tudo aquilo que 2011 não cumpriu , que seja um ano repleto de amor, sabedoria, saúde , felicidade ... mas, acima de tudo , &lt;b&gt;paz &lt;/b&gt;, a gente quer, o mundo precisa.&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/3281043555166196679-136798916558637276?l=diaryofamanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/feeds/136798916558637276/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2012/01/welcome-2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/136798916558637276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/136798916558637276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2012/01/welcome-2012.html' title='Welcome 2012 !'/><author><name>Amanda Garcia .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14142178614759140471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-re3o5o5f_Nc/TwIe9CTTfrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/SQ79CbpG4xg/s220/PQAAANM-nxCvUccY0-_6vNk42oBD_k_n7rOjvIHhWWVfa-4ht4sGue4JIqi0znXcewGf3NWhM97YjGc83Xut4f7854YAm1T1UMgt-1WP9oJsxX6On73R-IV_TC4D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tac5scpsisU/TwCeZcFvZqI/AAAAAAAAAUg/irn-Tj6XQgE/s72-c/tumblr_lwppknMfU81r8xaiso1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281043555166196679.post-7488679252264843071</id><published>2011-09-17T18:58:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T19:01:18.811-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinta ciúmes de mim.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6JW-SR3hRUc/TnUWHvMHt4I/AAAAAAAAAUI/l9QIO23GR7Y/s1600/tumblr_lp83q8uNbi1qi9qlmo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6JW-SR3hRUc/TnUWHvMHt4I/AAAAAAAAAUI/l9QIO23GR7Y/s320/tumblr_lp83q8uNbi1qi9qlmo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Brigue se eu demorar pra responder no msn. Fale que a minha roupa é curta. Me deixe usar seu casaco. Se eu brigar com você diga você me adora brava. Faça cócegas e quando eu pedir pra parar, não pare. Discorde comigo. Me rode na chuva. Me pegue no colo. Segura a minha mão ou me beije na testa… Porque isso conquista mais que músculos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281043555166196679-7488679252264843071?l=diaryofamanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/feeds/7488679252264843071/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/09/sinta-ciumes-de-mim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/7488679252264843071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/7488679252264843071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/09/sinta-ciumes-de-mim.html' title='Sinta ciúmes de mim.'/><author><name>Amanda Garcia .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14142178614759140471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-re3o5o5f_Nc/TwIe9CTTfrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/SQ79CbpG4xg/s220/PQAAANM-nxCvUccY0-_6vNk42oBD_k_n7rOjvIHhWWVfa-4ht4sGue4JIqi0znXcewGf3NWhM97YjGc83Xut4f7854YAm1T1UMgt-1WP9oJsxX6On73R-IV_TC4D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6JW-SR3hRUc/TnUWHvMHt4I/AAAAAAAAAUI/l9QIO23GR7Y/s72-c/tumblr_lp83q8uNbi1qi9qlmo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281043555166196679.post-5150567383703644955</id><published>2011-09-17T18:35:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T18:37:21.986-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tem cara de insuportável,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YnJ9nhQ6l-U/TnUSIQVYWhI/AAAAAAAAAUE/BrwwXhxKPYQ/s1600/nfvfjknjkfgjf.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" rba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YnJ9nhQ6l-U/TnUSIQVYWhI/AAAAAAAAAUE/BrwwXhxKPYQ/s320/nfvfjknjkfgjf.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;pose de metida e coração de criança. Ela é real. Ela que vive com a cabeça na lua, com música nos ouvidos e coração na boca. Ela é gorda, magra, feia e bonita, da mesma forma e quando quer. Ela que tem defeitos, mas está sempre em busca da perfeição, sabe-se lá como. Só ela sabe. Ela não gosta do que vê, mas sorri pra quem a odeia. Ela não sabe disfarçar. Ela se diverte até sozinha. Ela vai te amar mesmo te odiando. Ela sorri bonito e deixa os outros querendo descobrir qual é o segredo que faz ela ser feliz. Ela tem Deus acima de todas as coisas, supera o preconceito, faz amigos onde vai. Já brigou, já lutou, já pediu perdão. Já foi orgulhosa, mas já se humilhou. Odeia briga, não suporta falsidade. Ela ama, sente e chora. Ela é menina e mulher, e ela sabe muito bem o que quer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281043555166196679-5150567383703644955?l=diaryofamanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/feeds/5150567383703644955/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/09/tem-cara-de-insuportavel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/5150567383703644955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/5150567383703644955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/09/tem-cara-de-insuportavel.html' title='Tem cara de insuportável,'/><author><name>Amanda Garcia .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14142178614759140471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-re3o5o5f_Nc/TwIe9CTTfrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/SQ79CbpG4xg/s220/PQAAANM-nxCvUccY0-_6vNk42oBD_k_n7rOjvIHhWWVfa-4ht4sGue4JIqi0znXcewGf3NWhM97YjGc83Xut4f7854YAm1T1UMgt-1WP9oJsxX6On73R-IV_TC4D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YnJ9nhQ6l-U/TnUSIQVYWhI/AAAAAAAAAUE/BrwwXhxKPYQ/s72-c/nfvfjknjkfgjf.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281043555166196679.post-5578432373024729900</id><published>2011-08-12T23:21:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T19:33:33.719-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinais de que uma garota está apaixonada.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o75KcERYat4/TkXfMlrSHXI/AAAAAAAAAUA/9ZdWPYhwcic/s1600/sinais+qeu+uma+garora.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o75KcERYat4/TkXfMlrSHXI/AAAAAAAAAUA/9ZdWPYhwcic/s320/sinais+qeu+uma+garora.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ela evita te olhar. Ela sorri de tudo o que é errado que você faz.Ela te dá lições de moral.Ela te deixa confuso.Todas vão dar em cima de você, menos ela.Ela te evita.Ela fica diferente na sua presença.Ela é diferente de todas.Ela tem o sorriso mais bonito de todas.Ela te chama de idiota e logo depois sorri.Se você percebe tudo isso nela, você também está &lt;strong&gt;apaixonado&lt;/strong&gt; por ela .&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/3281043555166196679-5578432373024729900?l=diaryofamanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/feeds/5578432373024729900/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/08/sinais-de-que-uma-garota-esta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/5578432373024729900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/5578432373024729900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/08/sinais-de-que-uma-garota-esta.html' title='Sinais de que uma garota está apaixonada.'/><author><name>Amanda Garcia .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14142178614759140471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-re3o5o5f_Nc/TwIe9CTTfrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/SQ79CbpG4xg/s220/PQAAANM-nxCvUccY0-_6vNk42oBD_k_n7rOjvIHhWWVfa-4ht4sGue4JIqi0znXcewGf3NWhM97YjGc83Xut4f7854YAm1T1UMgt-1WP9oJsxX6On73R-IV_TC4D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o75KcERYat4/TkXfMlrSHXI/AAAAAAAAAUA/9ZdWPYhwcic/s72-c/sinais+qeu+uma+garora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281043555166196679.post-6391268650998635242</id><published>2011-08-12T22:56:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T23:09:06.072-03:00</updated><title type='text'>E quantas coisas,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h9BycCl2Y5A/TkXZRvXq-BI/AAAAAAAAAT8/YuTFckips8Y/s1600/0SDUSO.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h9BycCl2Y5A/TkXZRvXq-BI/AAAAAAAAAT8/YuTFckips8Y/s320/0SDUSO.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;lindas, você já viveu, apenas nos seus pensamentos ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281043555166196679-6391268650998635242?l=diaryofamanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/feeds/6391268650998635242/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/08/e-quantas-coisas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/6391268650998635242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/6391268650998635242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/08/e-quantas-coisas.html' title='E quantas coisas,'/><author><name>Amanda Garcia .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14142178614759140471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-re3o5o5f_Nc/TwIe9CTTfrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/SQ79CbpG4xg/s220/PQAAANM-nxCvUccY0-_6vNk42oBD_k_n7rOjvIHhWWVfa-4ht4sGue4JIqi0znXcewGf3NWhM97YjGc83Xut4f7854YAm1T1UMgt-1WP9oJsxX6On73R-IV_TC4D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h9BycCl2Y5A/TkXZRvXq-BI/AAAAAAAAAT8/YuTFckips8Y/s72-c/0SDUSO.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281043555166196679.post-4886193072053798419</id><published>2011-08-12T18:45:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T19:07:59.914-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque são pequenas coisas,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aeibvNPjIcY/TkWjU9ab83I/AAAAAAAAAT4/5eNY1IF8byg/s1600/porwque+s%25C3%25A3o+pequenas+coisas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aeibvNPjIcY/TkWjU9ab83I/AAAAAAAAAT4/5eNY1IF8byg/s320/porwque+s%25C3%25A3o+pequenas+coisas.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;muitas vezes insignificantes, que mudam nosso dia &lt;strong&gt;completamente&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/3281043555166196679-4886193072053798419?l=diaryofamanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/feeds/4886193072053798419/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/08/porque-sao-pequenas-coisas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/4886193072053798419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/4886193072053798419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/08/porque-sao-pequenas-coisas.html' title='Porque são pequenas coisas,'/><author><name>Amanda Garcia .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14142178614759140471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-re3o5o5f_Nc/TwIe9CTTfrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/SQ79CbpG4xg/s220/PQAAANM-nxCvUccY0-_6vNk42oBD_k_n7rOjvIHhWWVfa-4ht4sGue4JIqi0znXcewGf3NWhM97YjGc83Xut4f7854YAm1T1UMgt-1WP9oJsxX6On73R-IV_TC4D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aeibvNPjIcY/TkWjU9ab83I/AAAAAAAAAT4/5eNY1IF8byg/s72-c/porwque+s%25C3%25A3o+pequenas+coisas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281043555166196679.post-1829471514691801684</id><published>2011-08-05T18:59:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T19:08:46.881-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabe quando,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_0EyRRaCwQQ/TjxpeZZkgkI/AAAAAAAAATw/qSn-ZTybRhI/s1600/tumblr_lp7yg0CkVQ1qfbcgio1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_0EyRRaCwQQ/TjxpeZZkgkI/AAAAAAAAATw/qSn-ZTybRhI/s320/tumblr_lp7yg0CkVQ1qfbcgio1_500.png" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; a menina te empurra ? Ela te quer &lt;strong&gt;mais perto&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281043555166196679-1829471514691801684?l=diaryofamanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/feeds/1829471514691801684/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/08/sabe-quando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/1829471514691801684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/1829471514691801684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/08/sabe-quando.html' title='Sabe quando,'/><author><name>Amanda Garcia .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14142178614759140471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-re3o5o5f_Nc/TwIe9CTTfrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/SQ79CbpG4xg/s220/PQAAANM-nxCvUccY0-_6vNk42oBD_k_n7rOjvIHhWWVfa-4ht4sGue4JIqi0znXcewGf3NWhM97YjGc83Xut4f7854YAm1T1UMgt-1WP9oJsxX6On73R-IV_TC4D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_0EyRRaCwQQ/TjxpeZZkgkI/AAAAAAAAATw/qSn-ZTybRhI/s72-c/tumblr_lp7yg0CkVQ1qfbcgio1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281043555166196679.post-8167252789391101300</id><published>2011-07-23T22:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T22:12:11.421-03:00</updated><title type='text'>E há quem diga,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ocBx4lQzXOk/TitxOh6Z4uI/AAAAAAAAATQ/o0ED5yIL-Ek/s1600/%2527+profile+posters+%253B+%2528160%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ocBx4lQzXOk/TitxOh6Z4uI/AAAAAAAAATQ/o0ED5yIL-Ek/s1600/%2527+profile+posters+%253B+%2528160%2529.jpg" t$="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;que a distância atrapalha, e que por causa dela o amor não existe, mais é por causa da distância que os beijos começam a ser sonhados e os abraços tão desejados. Os encontros tornam-se desejos. O coração passa a ser um só. a solidão pode até bater em sua porta, uma ou duas vezes. Mais a certeza de ter um ao outro, acaba com qualquer solidão. Os planos começam a ser feitos, com a certeza de que serão cumpridos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281043555166196679-8167252789391101300?l=diaryofamanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/feeds/8167252789391101300/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/07/e-ha-quem-diga.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/8167252789391101300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/8167252789391101300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/07/e-ha-quem-diga.html' title='E há quem diga,'/><author><name>Amanda Garcia .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14142178614759140471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-re3o5o5f_Nc/TwIe9CTTfrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/SQ79CbpG4xg/s220/PQAAANM-nxCvUccY0-_6vNk42oBD_k_n7rOjvIHhWWVfa-4ht4sGue4JIqi0znXcewGf3NWhM97YjGc83Xut4f7854YAm1T1UMgt-1WP9oJsxX6On73R-IV_TC4D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ocBx4lQzXOk/TitxOh6Z4uI/AAAAAAAAATQ/o0ED5yIL-Ek/s72-c/%2527+profile+posters+%253B+%2528160%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281043555166196679.post-7847979675638074810</id><published>2011-07-23T21:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T21:34:13.591-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Você poderia ter sido o único,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dMqrDxvzQbc/TitnwAe7oyI/AAAAAAAAATE/erqB6BJJtrA/s1600/tumblr_lizwp9mzbD1qce5pko1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dMqrDxvzQbc/TitnwAe7oyI/AAAAAAAAATE/erqB6BJJtrA/s320/tumblr_lizwp9mzbD1qce5pko1_500.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas fez questão de ser só mais um! Hoje você não é nada, parabéns por sua insignificância, posso não ser o que você deseja, mais sou muito mais do que você merece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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/3281043555166196679-7847979675638074810?l=diaryofamanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/feeds/7847979675638074810/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/07/voce-poderia-ter-sido-o-unico.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/7847979675638074810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/7847979675638074810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/07/voce-poderia-ter-sido-o-unico.html' title='Você poderia ter sido o único,'/><author><name>Amanda Garcia .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14142178614759140471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-re3o5o5f_Nc/TwIe9CTTfrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/SQ79CbpG4xg/s220/PQAAANM-nxCvUccY0-_6vNk42oBD_k_n7rOjvIHhWWVfa-4ht4sGue4JIqi0znXcewGf3NWhM97YjGc83Xut4f7854YAm1T1UMgt-1WP9oJsxX6On73R-IV_TC4D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dMqrDxvzQbc/TitnwAe7oyI/AAAAAAAAATE/erqB6BJJtrA/s72-c/tumblr_lizwp9mzbD1qce5pko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281043555166196679.post-2534528610030913874</id><published>2011-07-16T13:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T13:39:19.656-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Você diz que ama a chuva,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3aal1la1DRM/TiG6ivylZpI/AAAAAAAAATA/zOTCwoPV3JI/s1600/3154458208_51b9c1d367.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3aal1la1DRM/TiG6ivylZpI/AAAAAAAAATA/zOTCwoPV3JI/s320/3154458208_51b9c1d367.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;mas você abre seu guarda-chuva quando chove. Você diz que ama o sol, mas você procura um ponto de sombra quando o sol brilha. Você diz que ama o vento, mas você fecha as janelas quando o vento sopra. É por isso que eu tenho medo. Você também diz que me ama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (&lt;i&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281043555166196679-2534528610030913874?l=diaryofamanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/feeds/2534528610030913874/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/07/voce-diz-que-ama-chuva.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/2534528610030913874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/2534528610030913874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/07/voce-diz-que-ama-chuva.html' title='Você diz que ama a chuva,'/><author><name>Amanda Garcia .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14142178614759140471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-re3o5o5f_Nc/TwIe9CTTfrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/SQ79CbpG4xg/s220/PQAAANM-nxCvUccY0-_6vNk42oBD_k_n7rOjvIHhWWVfa-4ht4sGue4JIqi0znXcewGf3NWhM97YjGc83Xut4f7854YAm1T1UMgt-1WP9oJsxX6On73R-IV_TC4D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3aal1la1DRM/TiG6ivylZpI/AAAAAAAAATA/zOTCwoPV3JI/s72-c/3154458208_51b9c1d367.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281043555166196679.post-7605394320109415084</id><published>2011-07-16T13:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T13:07:43.453-03:00</updated><title type='text'>De repente ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4A7Xr9uBHiU/TiG24P7nmAI/AAAAAAAAAS8/nKz4S7EijEw/s1600/5817250297_a85a2e67f2_z_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4A7Xr9uBHiU/TiG24P7nmAI/AAAAAAAAAS8/nKz4S7EijEw/s320/5817250297_a85a2e67f2_z_large.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;tudo muda como se fosse mágica. Uma pessoa que nada significava vira tudo pra você. De repente você se pega pensando nele o tempo todo, o vê em seus sonhos e em todo o canto. De repente você percebe que está acompanhando cada gesto dele, que ouve qualquer palavra que diz, e sorri cada vez que ele te olha. De repente ele vira a mais bela das criaturas, seu olhar o mais intenso, seu sorriso o mais bonito, sua voz a mais suave, tudo é perfeito. De repente você sente uma vontade imensa de tê-lo ao seu lado, em todos os segundos e gasta-los com... Conversas, risos, beijos, abraços, lagrimas e confissões. De repente você quer deitar em seu colo e enquanto ele te faz um cafuné imaginar o quanto seria bom envelhecer ao seu lado vendo os filhos crescerem e sentir a vida passando. De repente você pergunta o porque disso estar acontecendo e de repente você percebe que o amor te dominou completamente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281043555166196679-7605394320109415084?l=diaryofamanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/feeds/7605394320109415084/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/07/de-repente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/7605394320109415084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/7605394320109415084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/07/de-repente.html' title='De repente ,'/><author><name>Amanda Garcia .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14142178614759140471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-re3o5o5f_Nc/TwIe9CTTfrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/SQ79CbpG4xg/s220/PQAAANM-nxCvUccY0-_6vNk42oBD_k_n7rOjvIHhWWVfa-4ht4sGue4JIqi0znXcewGf3NWhM97YjGc83Xut4f7854YAm1T1UMgt-1WP9oJsxX6On73R-IV_TC4D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4A7Xr9uBHiU/TiG24P7nmAI/AAAAAAAAAS8/nKz4S7EijEw/s72-c/5817250297_a85a2e67f2_z_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281043555166196679.post-8252795793532431918</id><published>2011-07-16T12:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T12:45:30.496-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Então eu sou careta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1l30bb-tkNQ/TiGxjRVFDUI/AAAAAAAAAS4/QBRycLg8gtA/s1600/tumblr_ljk0y8kqGf1qets1xo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1l30bb-tkNQ/TiGxjRVFDUI/AAAAAAAAAS4/QBRycLg8gtA/s320/tumblr_ljk0y8kqGf1qets1xo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;se perder a conta de quantos beijou em uma noite é normal, se trair faz parte de todo relacionamento, se mentir não é nada demais, se usar drogas é curtir a vida intensamente, se beber até vomitar é o que vale a pena... Eu sou careta .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281043555166196679-8252795793532431918?l=diaryofamanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/feeds/8252795793532431918/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/07/entao-eu-sou-careta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/8252795793532431918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/8252795793532431918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/07/entao-eu-sou-careta.html' title='Então eu sou careta.'/><author><name>Amanda Garcia .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14142178614759140471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-re3o5o5f_Nc/TwIe9CTTfrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/SQ79CbpG4xg/s220/PQAAANM-nxCvUccY0-_6vNk42oBD_k_n7rOjvIHhWWVfa-4ht4sGue4JIqi0znXcewGf3NWhM97YjGc83Xut4f7854YAm1T1UMgt-1WP9oJsxX6On73R-IV_TC4D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1l30bb-tkNQ/TiGxjRVFDUI/AAAAAAAAAS4/QBRycLg8gtA/s72-c/tumblr_ljk0y8kqGf1qets1xo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281043555166196679.post-8335438368553772522</id><published>2011-06-25T21:02:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T21:04:11.252-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sempre que acho,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CS3XArkmg-M/TgZ2kBSNZMI/AAAAAAAAASo/5n9llgDPIU0/s1600/tumblr_liy2w64Efv1qgqcleo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CS3XArkmg-M/TgZ2kBSNZMI/AAAAAAAAASo/5n9llgDPIU0/s320/tumblr_liy2w64Efv1qgqcleo1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;que encontrei a pessoa certa, vem a vida e me mostra ao contrário, porque é tão difícil assim pra mim ser feliz porque e tão difícil mostrar o quanto eu gosto das pessoas, eu só queria uma vez na vida acertar, ter a certeza de que tudo vai dar certo,só queria alguém que estivesse do meu lado quando eu caísse que ficasse comigo no momento da dor, que me fizesse feliz nem que fosse por um instante, ah porque você não é a pessoa certa, como eu queria que fosse, como eu queria te ter aqui comigo poder dizer que eu realmente encontrei aquela pessoa que vai me fazer esquecer tudo que eu já sofri, que vai me amar sem pedir nada em troca. &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/3281043555166196679-8335438368553772522?l=diaryofamanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/feeds/8335438368553772522/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/06/sempre-que-acho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/8335438368553772522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/8335438368553772522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/06/sempre-que-acho.html' title='Sempre que acho,'/><author><name>Amanda Garcia .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14142178614759140471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-re3o5o5f_Nc/TwIe9CTTfrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/SQ79CbpG4xg/s220/PQAAANM-nxCvUccY0-_6vNk42oBD_k_n7rOjvIHhWWVfa-4ht4sGue4JIqi0znXcewGf3NWhM97YjGc83Xut4f7854YAm1T1UMgt-1WP9oJsxX6On73R-IV_TC4D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CS3XArkmg-M/TgZ2kBSNZMI/AAAAAAAAASo/5n9llgDPIU0/s72-c/tumblr_liy2w64Efv1qgqcleo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281043555166196679.post-4265290807098319882</id><published>2011-06-25T20:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T20:50:33.665-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Essa noite,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Qzu444I4Mw/TgZy_6_BJPI/AAAAAAAAASk/UcXdNzUzNyE/s1600/tumblr_likbx0LNtk1qfbbhio1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Qzu444I4Mw/TgZy_6_BJPI/AAAAAAAAASk/UcXdNzUzNyE/s320/tumblr_likbx0LNtk1qfbbhio1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;eu quero ir mais além, eu não devo nada pra ninguém. Vamos dar um tempo pra nós dois que a saudade vem melhor depois&amp;nbsp; ♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281043555166196679-4265290807098319882?l=diaryofamanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/feeds/4265290807098319882/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/06/essa-noite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/4265290807098319882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/4265290807098319882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/06/essa-noite.html' title='Essa noite,'/><author><name>Amanda Garcia .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14142178614759140471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-re3o5o5f_Nc/TwIe9CTTfrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/SQ79CbpG4xg/s220/PQAAANM-nxCvUccY0-_6vNk42oBD_k_n7rOjvIHhWWVfa-4ht4sGue4JIqi0znXcewGf3NWhM97YjGc83Xut4f7854YAm1T1UMgt-1WP9oJsxX6On73R-IV_TC4D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Qzu444I4Mw/TgZy_6_BJPI/AAAAAAAAASk/UcXdNzUzNyE/s72-c/tumblr_likbx0LNtk1qfbbhio1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281043555166196679.post-2510292052754943791</id><published>2011-06-25T20:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T20:25:08.655-03:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Coisas que eu Odeio em Você.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TRfUKElmzjk/TgZtjIR9KaI/AAAAAAAAASg/6RsbuvaWe3k/s1600/10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TRfUKElmzjk/TgZtjIR9KaI/AAAAAAAAASg/6RsbuvaWe3k/s320/10.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt;- Odeio o modo como fala comigo e como corta o cabelo. &lt;b&gt;2- &lt;/b&gt;Odeio como dirige o meu carro. &lt;b&gt;3-&lt;/b&gt; E odeio seu desmazelo. &lt;b&gt;4-&lt;/b&gt; Odeio suas enormes botas de combate e como consegue ler minha mente. &lt;b&gt;5-&lt;/b&gt; Eu odeio tanto isso em você, que até me sinto doente. &lt;b&gt;6- &lt;/b&gt;Eu odeio como está sempre certo. &lt;b&gt;7-&lt;/b&gt; E odeio quando você mente. &lt;b&gt;8-&lt;/b&gt; Eu odeio quando me faz rir muito, e mas quando me faz chorar. &lt;b&gt;9-&lt;/b&gt; Eu odeio quando não está por perto, e o fato de não me ligar. &lt;b&gt;10-&lt;/b&gt; Mas eu odeio principalmente, não conseguir te odiar. Nem um pouco, nem mesmo por um segundo, nem mesmo só por te odiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281043555166196679-2510292052754943791?l=diaryofamanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/feeds/2510292052754943791/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/06/10-coisas-que-eu-odeio-em-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/2510292052754943791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/2510292052754943791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/06/10-coisas-que-eu-odeio-em-voce.html' title='10 Coisas que eu Odeio em Você.'/><author><name>Amanda Garcia .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14142178614759140471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-re3o5o5f_Nc/TwIe9CTTfrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/SQ79CbpG4xg/s220/PQAAANM-nxCvUccY0-_6vNk42oBD_k_n7rOjvIHhWWVfa-4ht4sGue4JIqi0znXcewGf3NWhM97YjGc83Xut4f7854YAm1T1UMgt-1WP9oJsxX6On73R-IV_TC4D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TRfUKElmzjk/TgZtjIR9KaI/AAAAAAAAASg/6RsbuvaWe3k/s72-c/10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281043555166196679.post-5821790361003549004</id><published>2011-06-25T20:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T20:16:12.968-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nunca deixe,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i5LqIA4yNzY/TgZsGHQ-XtI/AAAAAAAAASc/53kdHfA8dsE/s1600/tumblr_lfaafnqRZ31qdfy88o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="202" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i5LqIA4yNzY/TgZsGHQ-XtI/AAAAAAAAASc/53kdHfA8dsE/s320/tumblr_lfaafnqRZ31qdfy88o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; alguém te fazer sentir como se não merecesse seus sonhos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;- 10 Coisas que Eu Odeio em Você.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281043555166196679-5821790361003549004?l=diaryofamanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/feeds/5821790361003549004/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/06/nunca-deixe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/5821790361003549004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/5821790361003549004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/06/nunca-deixe.html' title='Nunca deixe,'/><author><name>Amanda Garcia .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14142178614759140471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-re3o5o5f_Nc/TwIe9CTTfrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/SQ79CbpG4xg/s220/PQAAANM-nxCvUccY0-_6vNk42oBD_k_n7rOjvIHhWWVfa-4ht4sGue4JIqi0znXcewGf3NWhM97YjGc83Xut4f7854YAm1T1UMgt-1WP9oJsxX6On73R-IV_TC4D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i5LqIA4yNzY/TgZsGHQ-XtI/AAAAAAAAASc/53kdHfA8dsE/s72-c/tumblr_lfaafnqRZ31qdfy88o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281043555166196679.post-2618814949691646296</id><published>2011-06-25T19:57:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T20:02:53.528-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dizem que mulheres,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--eukZJXfjpA/TgZnoxklxvI/AAAAAAAAASY/XFvTdoPHK_0/s1600/tumblr_lj7adkHT5w1qf9k59o1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--eukZJXfjpA/TgZnoxklxvI/AAAAAAAAASY/XFvTdoPHK_0/s320/tumblr_lj7adkHT5w1qf9k59o1_400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;quando são amigas, ficam insuportáveis, porque concordam sempre uma com a outra e não se desgrudam. Há quem diga que as mulheres são falsas e fofoqueiras. A verdade é que é muito bom ter amigas. Aquela pra quem você conta absolutamente tudo e sente que foi entendida. Aquela que te dá broncas e manda você parar de gostar daquele menino que só te fez mal. Aquela que abraçou em silêncio e sentiu você chorar. Aquela que ouve quando você está apaixonada e passa horas falando do mesmo assunto, Aquela que parece sua mãe, e vive pra te dar conselho. Aquela que te deu o conselho certo, que você não ouviu! Aquela que presenciou o maior mico e segura seu braço quando você tropeça. Aquela que irrita, mas que você não imagina vida sem ela. Aquela que defende você de tudo e de todos. E tem também as melhores amigas, aquelas, que são &lt;b&gt;SIMPLESMENTE&lt;/b&gt; aquelas.&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/3281043555166196679-2618814949691646296?l=diaryofamanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/feeds/2618814949691646296/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/06/dizem-que-mulheres.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/2618814949691646296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/2618814949691646296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/06/dizem-que-mulheres.html' title='Dizem que mulheres,'/><author><name>Amanda Garcia .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14142178614759140471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-re3o5o5f_Nc/TwIe9CTTfrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/SQ79CbpG4xg/s220/PQAAANM-nxCvUccY0-_6vNk42oBD_k_n7rOjvIHhWWVfa-4ht4sGue4JIqi0znXcewGf3NWhM97YjGc83Xut4f7854YAm1T1UMgt-1WP9oJsxX6On73R-IV_TC4D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--eukZJXfjpA/TgZnoxklxvI/AAAAAAAAASY/XFvTdoPHK_0/s72-c/tumblr_lj7adkHT5w1qf9k59o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281043555166196679.post-5737130198117201938</id><published>2011-06-24T21:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T21:45:11.421-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu posso brigar ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T5Ao2BSeXTQ/TgUvNt87NrI/AAAAAAAAASU/aRFe6tIFXEY/s1600/tumblr_lgvb2pjuJV1qfyiano1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="229" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T5Ao2BSeXTQ/TgUvNt87NrI/AAAAAAAAASU/aRFe6tIFXEY/s320/tumblr_lgvb2pjuJV1qfyiano1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;xinga-la, dizer que não a amo, que quero fugir de casa e que ela é chata. &lt;i&gt;Mas a verdade é que eu não me imagino sem a minha mãe, como eu vou sobreviver quando ela partir?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281043555166196679-5737130198117201938?l=diaryofamanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/feeds/5737130198117201938/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/06/eu-posso-brigar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/5737130198117201938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/5737130198117201938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/06/eu-posso-brigar.html' title='Eu posso brigar ,'/><author><name>Amanda Garcia .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14142178614759140471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-re3o5o5f_Nc/TwIe9CTTfrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/SQ79CbpG4xg/s220/PQAAANM-nxCvUccY0-_6vNk42oBD_k_n7rOjvIHhWWVfa-4ht4sGue4JIqi0znXcewGf3NWhM97YjGc83Xut4f7854YAm1T1UMgt-1WP9oJsxX6On73R-IV_TC4D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T5Ao2BSeXTQ/TgUvNt87NrI/AAAAAAAAASU/aRFe6tIFXEY/s72-c/tumblr_lgvb2pjuJV1qfyiano1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281043555166196679.post-5615142131223188944</id><published>2011-06-24T21:25:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T21:29:43.305-03:00</updated><title type='text'>E quando a saudade bater,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wOU8ByuzEYs/TgUqhayIKgI/AAAAAAAAARw/NL2DLg9uLIs/s1600/tumblr_ljg7zrL2zA1qets1xo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wOU8ByuzEYs/TgUqhayIKgI/AAAAAAAAARw/NL2DLg9uLIs/s320/tumblr_ljg7zrL2zA1qets1xo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;pegar a sua foto, deixar uma lágrima escorrer, sentir o coração acelerar, hoje isso tem importância pra você ? Todos os momentos que ainda não sei explicar, todas as promessas que ainda não foram cumpridas, e nem sei se serão. Hoje dói tanto em mim, quanto em você. Hoje você tem sua vida formada, tem uma pessoa nova em meu lugar, tem outro sentimento crescendo em você. Seu pensamento já não se encontra mais com o meu. As nossas vidas já não se trombam mais. Os nossos olhares já não se encontram com a mesma intensidade que antes. O nosso sorriso não é sincero. A nossa simpatia é forçada. E eu sei, que doerá mais pra aceitar tudo isso, do que pra esquecer de que um dia as nossas vidas eram simplesmente uma só. Éramos mais do que unidos, algo realmente sem explicação. E hoje, quando a saudade bater, eu me lembrarei de tudo que eu já fui pra você. Me lembrarei das palavras que pensei muito para te dizer. Dos momentos que planejei para passar ao seu lado. Me lembrarei de cada detalhe do seu corpo e do seu rosto, me lembrarei de cada toque em você, me lembrarei de cada batida acelerada só por te ver, me lembrarei do grande amor que vivemos, lembrarei também que, mesmo que não aconteça mais a gente, eu sei que aconteceu o tempo necessário pra ser inesquecível. Quando a saudade bater, eu vou chorar, eu vou sofrer, mas eu vou suportar assim como tenho que suportar viver sem você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281043555166196679-5615142131223188944?l=diaryofamanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/feeds/5615142131223188944/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/06/e-quando-saudade-bater.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/5615142131223188944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/5615142131223188944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/06/e-quando-saudade-bater.html' title='E quando a saudade bater,'/><author><name>Amanda Garcia .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14142178614759140471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-re3o5o5f_Nc/TwIe9CTTfrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/SQ79CbpG4xg/s220/PQAAANM-nxCvUccY0-_6vNk42oBD_k_n7rOjvIHhWWVfa-4ht4sGue4JIqi0znXcewGf3NWhM97YjGc83Xut4f7854YAm1T1UMgt-1WP9oJsxX6On73R-IV_TC4D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wOU8ByuzEYs/TgUqhayIKgI/AAAAAAAAARw/NL2DLg9uLIs/s72-c/tumblr_ljg7zrL2zA1qets1xo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281043555166196679.post-582894076869792007</id><published>2011-06-24T21:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T21:01:22.659-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Talvez ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HPRw7fcNEWQ/TgUlFiE8K6I/AAAAAAAAARs/bTZ_CCx8Q9M/s1600/tumblr_lixzhi4oqs1qenp97o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HPRw7fcNEWQ/TgUlFiE8K6I/AAAAAAAAARs/bTZ_CCx8Q9M/s320/tumblr_lixzhi4oqs1qenp97o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;o verdadeiro motivo da vida não seja procurar o cara certo, talvez seja apenas rir dos caras errados que a gente já gostou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281043555166196679-582894076869792007?l=diaryofamanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/feeds/582894076869792007/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/06/talvez.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/582894076869792007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/582894076869792007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/06/talvez.html' title='Talvez ,'/><author><name>Amanda Garcia .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14142178614759140471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-re3o5o5f_Nc/TwIe9CTTfrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/SQ79CbpG4xg/s220/PQAAANM-nxCvUccY0-_6vNk42oBD_k_n7rOjvIHhWWVfa-4ht4sGue4JIqi0znXcewGf3NWhM97YjGc83Xut4f7854YAm1T1UMgt-1WP9oJsxX6On73R-IV_TC4D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HPRw7fcNEWQ/TgUlFiE8K6I/AAAAAAAAARs/bTZ_CCx8Q9M/s72-c/tumblr_lixzhi4oqs1qenp97o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281043555166196679.post-9145470024337733669</id><published>2011-06-12T21:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T21:40:32.042-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu quero paz,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-34xePBiIRHI/TfVcQWR938I/AAAAAAAAARo/h28PuGdZL7Q/s1600/tumblr_ljpuydiHKu1qillz9o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-34xePBiIRHI/TfVcQWR938I/AAAAAAAAARo/h28PuGdZL7Q/s320/tumblr_ljpuydiHKu1qillz9o1_500.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;quero sorrir mais, quero ver mais sorrisos, quero um dia de sol, quero dançar na chuva, quero sair e não ter hora pra chegar, quero passar um dia sem ter que lidar com os problemas, quero ouvir aquele carinha dizer que me ama, quero receber uma mensagem hoje dizendo que neste momento estão pensando em mim, quero perguntas, quero soluções, quero amar e ser amada, eu quero ser feliz.. E vou conseguir !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281043555166196679-9145470024337733669?l=diaryofamanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/feeds/9145470024337733669/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/06/eu-quero-paz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/9145470024337733669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/9145470024337733669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/06/eu-quero-paz.html' title='Eu quero paz,'/><author><name>Amanda Garcia .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14142178614759140471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-re3o5o5f_Nc/TwIe9CTTfrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/SQ79CbpG4xg/s220/PQAAANM-nxCvUccY0-_6vNk42oBD_k_n7rOjvIHhWWVfa-4ht4sGue4JIqi0znXcewGf3NWhM97YjGc83Xut4f7854YAm1T1UMgt-1WP9oJsxX6On73R-IV_TC4D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-34xePBiIRHI/TfVcQWR938I/AAAAAAAAARo/h28PuGdZL7Q/s72-c/tumblr_ljpuydiHKu1qillz9o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281043555166196679.post-7091257216845645188</id><published>2011-06-12T21:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T21:26:31.470-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Soprei ao vento,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oGk2WbdvVus/TfVZEEG-uMI/AAAAAAAAARk/bHIyyE-JBKs/s1600/423839-8-1307904538992_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oGk2WbdvVus/TfVZEEG-uMI/AAAAAAAAARk/bHIyyE-JBKs/s320/423839-8-1307904538992_large.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;os meus sonhos. Eles se espalharam e me trouxeram teu nome .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281043555166196679-7091257216845645188?l=diaryofamanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/feeds/7091257216845645188/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/06/soprei-ao-vento.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/7091257216845645188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/7091257216845645188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/06/soprei-ao-vento.html' title='Soprei ao vento,'/><author><name>Amanda Garcia .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14142178614759140471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-re3o5o5f_Nc/TwIe9CTTfrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/SQ79CbpG4xg/s220/PQAAANM-nxCvUccY0-_6vNk42oBD_k_n7rOjvIHhWWVfa-4ht4sGue4JIqi0znXcewGf3NWhM97YjGc83Xut4f7854YAm1T1UMgt-1WP9oJsxX6On73R-IV_TC4D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oGk2WbdvVus/TfVZEEG-uMI/AAAAAAAAARk/bHIyyE-JBKs/s72-c/423839-8-1307904538992_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281043555166196679.post-7614503828406066053</id><published>2011-06-12T21:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T21:17:26.970-03:00</updated><title type='text'>É como se a minha boca,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cM7Wf2dFQts/TfVWYB4mWSI/AAAAAAAAARg/qVyoCdclkbg/s1600/tumblr_lixgosQ2c21qgthfno1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cM7Wf2dFQts/TfVWYB4mWSI/AAAAAAAAARg/qVyoCdclkbg/s320/tumblr_lixgosQ2c21qgthfno1_400.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;a tivessem desenhado justo para sua boca. detalhes, tudo está nos detalhes. adoro a maneira que ele me pega pela cintura para ficar mais perto dele, justo aí quando passo meu braço pelo seu pescoço para senti-lo meu. a minha estatura fica perfeita na altura aonde posso me aconchegar em seu pescoço e sentir seu perfume, ou as palavras lindas que me diz ao ouvido antes de tocar minha boca .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281043555166196679-7614503828406066053?l=diaryofamanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/feeds/7614503828406066053/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/06/e-como-se-minha-boca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/7614503828406066053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/7614503828406066053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/06/e-como-se-minha-boca.html' title='É como se a minha boca,'/><author><name>Amanda Garcia .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14142178614759140471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-re3o5o5f_Nc/TwIe9CTTfrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/SQ79CbpG4xg/s220/PQAAANM-nxCvUccY0-_6vNk42oBD_k_n7rOjvIHhWWVfa-4ht4sGue4JIqi0znXcewGf3NWhM97YjGc83Xut4f7854YAm1T1UMgt-1WP9oJsxX6On73R-IV_TC4D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cM7Wf2dFQts/TfVWYB4mWSI/AAAAAAAAARg/qVyoCdclkbg/s72-c/tumblr_lixgosQ2c21qgthfno1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281043555166196679.post-6842567018935313179</id><published>2011-05-21T19:08:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T19:44:57.526-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Existem milhões de frases ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jyDiJxcg55A/Tdg3CJ1TiVI/AAAAAAAAARE/Iv1FO3Ob9uE/s1600/tumblr_ljimud4GhM1qd8r2z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="204" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jyDiJxcg55A/Tdg3CJ1TiVI/AAAAAAAAARE/Iv1FO3Ob9uE/s320/tumblr_ljimud4GhM1qd8r2z.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;poemas, textos, canções que tentam expressar o amor. Mas assim como a palavra universo é tão pequena para o tamanho do que ela quer expressar, esse mundo de tentativas não consegue expressar nem mesmo um lampejo do que é o amor. O amor simplesmente é, você só sabe quando sente, e quando sente você sabe que não poderá explicá-lo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281043555166196679-6842567018935313179?l=diaryofamanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/feeds/6842567018935313179/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/05/existem-milhoes-de-frases.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/6842567018935313179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/6842567018935313179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/05/existem-milhoes-de-frases.html' title='Existem milhões de frases ,'/><author><name>Amanda Garcia .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14142178614759140471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-re3o5o5f_Nc/TwIe9CTTfrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/SQ79CbpG4xg/s220/PQAAANM-nxCvUccY0-_6vNk42oBD_k_n7rOjvIHhWWVfa-4ht4sGue4JIqi0znXcewGf3NWhM97YjGc83Xut4f7854YAm1T1UMgt-1WP9oJsxX6On73R-IV_TC4D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jyDiJxcg55A/Tdg3CJ1TiVI/AAAAAAAAARE/Iv1FO3Ob9uE/s72-c/tumblr_ljimud4GhM1qd8r2z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281043555166196679.post-8650817838582764149</id><published>2011-04-12T20:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T20:05:58.163-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Apenas viva e sorria ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C-sMu8rhadk/TaTaCwF06DI/AAAAAAAAARA/_QxwK4HJ_UA/s1600/tumblr_ldg0ufyvMt1qfyiano1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C-sMu8rhadk/TaTaCwF06DI/AAAAAAAAARA/_QxwK4HJ_UA/s320/tumblr_ldg0ufyvMt1qfyiano1_500.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Permita que a &lt;strong&gt;felicidade&lt;/strong&gt; entre na sua vida, e não deixe que ela vá embora !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281043555166196679-8650817838582764149?l=diaryofamanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/feeds/8650817838582764149/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/04/apenas-viva.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/8650817838582764149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/8650817838582764149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/04/apenas-viva.html' title='Apenas viva e sorria ,'/><author><name>Amanda Garcia .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14142178614759140471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-re3o5o5f_Nc/TwIe9CTTfrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/SQ79CbpG4xg/s220/PQAAANM-nxCvUccY0-_6vNk42oBD_k_n7rOjvIHhWWVfa-4ht4sGue4JIqi0znXcewGf3NWhM97YjGc83Xut4f7854YAm1T1UMgt-1WP9oJsxX6On73R-IV_TC4D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C-sMu8rhadk/TaTaCwF06DI/AAAAAAAAARA/_QxwK4HJ_UA/s72-c/tumblr_ldg0ufyvMt1qfyiano1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281043555166196679.post-5405325760370126773</id><published>2011-04-12T19:52:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T19:54:20.752-03:00</updated><title type='text'>As perdas doem ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dtSNlbb7yW4/TaTXjdsmZzI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ALQWb5u_NRE/s1600/tumblr_liwcxkZ2hr1qdv9xi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dtSNlbb7yW4/TaTXjdsmZzI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ALQWb5u_NRE/s320/tumblr_liwcxkZ2hr1qdv9xi.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;mais do que a saudade, cortam mais do que alguns dias de ausência. As perdas nos afetam mais do que as doenças, e nos deixam em mais agonia do que um amor mal acabado poderia deixar algum dia. As perdas vão nos arrancar de nossos lugares e nos sacudir no rosto da realidade. E embora pareça que nunca vai acabar, o tempo um dia vai te encontrar. A verdade é que todos nós sabemos que um dia vamos perder aqueles que amamos, e que também vamos nos perder. Acredito que a morte não é um vulto encapuzado que vem causar tristeza. A morte é uma luz e uma porta para a eternidade. A morte não é o fim, o abismo não tem fundo, você vai continuar caindo. Mas vai cair em meio à cor, nada vai estar escuro. E todos aqueles que um dia você achou que tinha perdido para sempre, vão estar lá, caindo com você e por você também. A beleza do abismo não é o que vai estar do outro lado, é a queda. É o amor, amor por aqueles que te deixaram e amor por aqueles que você vai deixar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281043555166196679-5405325760370126773?l=diaryofamanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/feeds/5405325760370126773/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/04/as-perdas-doem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/5405325760370126773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/5405325760370126773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/04/as-perdas-doem.html' title='As perdas doem ,'/><author><name>Amanda Garcia .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14142178614759140471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-re3o5o5f_Nc/TwIe9CTTfrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/SQ79CbpG4xg/s220/PQAAANM-nxCvUccY0-_6vNk42oBD_k_n7rOjvIHhWWVfa-4ht4sGue4JIqi0znXcewGf3NWhM97YjGc83Xut4f7854YAm1T1UMgt-1WP9oJsxX6On73R-IV_TC4D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dtSNlbb7yW4/TaTXjdsmZzI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ALQWb5u_NRE/s72-c/tumblr_liwcxkZ2hr1qdv9xi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281043555166196679.post-56079940779319226</id><published>2011-04-12T19:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T19:40:57.278-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sou desastrada ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X_6OeVpu_ys/TaTUk9jZKpI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/CujEjqd-dTs/s1600/tumblr_lh3e89n46g1qftdbao1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="229" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X_6OeVpu_ys/TaTUk9jZKpI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/CujEjqd-dTs/s320/tumblr_lh3e89n46g1qftdbao1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;não tenho o corpo perfeito, me esqueço das coisas rápido, gosto muito rápido das pessoas, meu cabelo é bagunçado, sempre fico chateada quando falam mal de mim, mas tento ser forte. Às vezes sou antagônica, mas uma coisa que eu nunca vou conseguir ser é &lt;strong&gt;normal&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281043555166196679-56079940779319226?l=diaryofamanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/feeds/56079940779319226/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/04/sou-desastrada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/56079940779319226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/56079940779319226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/04/sou-desastrada.html' title='Sou desastrada ,'/><author><name>Amanda Garcia .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14142178614759140471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-re3o5o5f_Nc/TwIe9CTTfrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/SQ79CbpG4xg/s220/PQAAANM-nxCvUccY0-_6vNk42oBD_k_n7rOjvIHhWWVfa-4ht4sGue4JIqi0znXcewGf3NWhM97YjGc83Xut4f7854YAm1T1UMgt-1WP9oJsxX6On73R-IV_TC4D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X_6OeVpu_ys/TaTUk9jZKpI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/CujEjqd-dTs/s72-c/tumblr_lh3e89n46g1qftdbao1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281043555166196679.post-3321593705185392022</id><published>2011-03-20T14:45:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T14:50:09.315-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Já me enganei ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-sT-B-rSgzSo/TYY88UellsI/AAAAAAAAAQU/S8NLcKumvZ8/s1600/tumblr_lfbzmu4fgl1qdfy88o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-sT-B-rSgzSo/TYY88UellsI/AAAAAAAAAQU/S8NLcKumvZ8/s320/tumblr_lfbzmu4fgl1qdfy88o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;sobre muitas pessoas e também me enganei sobre mim mesma. Já disse nunca mais, e fiz tudo de novo. Já pensei que fosse pra sempre e nem percebi quando acabou. Sim, errei muito e erro sempre. Machuco quem não deveria e me decepciono com aqueles que eu mais amo. Já escrevi e não mandei, já disse te amo quando deveria dizer 'te quero bem' e já quis dizer te amo e no lugar disse apenas 'eu gosto de você'. Sei exatamente o que quero fazer daqui a 10 anos, mas não sei que roupa vou colocar amanhã. Não lembro o que comi ontem, mas lembro exatamente de cada palavra de carinho que já ouvi. Sinto saudade do que não tive, sinto falta até mesmo de quem esta perto de mim. Posso amar sem ser notado, posso morrer de ciúmes e mesmo assim conseguir sorrir, posso esquecer quem me deixou triste, mas não esqueço jamais de quem me fez feliz.&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/3281043555166196679-3321593705185392022?l=diaryofamanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/feeds/3321593705185392022/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/03/ja-me-enganei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/3321593705185392022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/3321593705185392022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/03/ja-me-enganei.html' title='Já me enganei ,'/><author><name>Amanda Garcia .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14142178614759140471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-re3o5o5f_Nc/TwIe9CTTfrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/SQ79CbpG4xg/s220/PQAAANM-nxCvUccY0-_6vNk42oBD_k_n7rOjvIHhWWVfa-4ht4sGue4JIqi0znXcewGf3NWhM97YjGc83Xut4f7854YAm1T1UMgt-1WP9oJsxX6On73R-IV_TC4D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-sT-B-rSgzSo/TYY88UellsI/AAAAAAAAAQU/S8NLcKumvZ8/s72-c/tumblr_lfbzmu4fgl1qdfy88o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281043555166196679.post-5413574477398789735</id><published>2011-03-20T13:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T13:09:14.756-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-CquKcpRpYzM/TYYmRVkbGII/AAAAAAAAAQA/VAew26rmHAo/s1600/como+se+fosse+a+primeira+vez.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="194" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-CquKcpRpYzM/TYYmRVkbGII/AAAAAAAAAQA/VAew26rmHAo/s320/como+se+fosse+a+primeira+vez.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;é quando você se apaixona pela mesma pessoa, todos os dias .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;- Como se Fosse a Primeira Vez.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281043555166196679-5413574477398789735?l=diaryofamanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/feeds/5413574477398789735/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/03/amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/5413574477398789735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/5413574477398789735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/03/amor.html' title='Amor ,'/><author><name>Amanda Garcia .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14142178614759140471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-re3o5o5f_Nc/TwIe9CTTfrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/SQ79CbpG4xg/s220/PQAAANM-nxCvUccY0-_6vNk42oBD_k_n7rOjvIHhWWVfa-4ht4sGue4JIqi0znXcewGf3NWhM97YjGc83Xut4f7854YAm1T1UMgt-1WP9oJsxX6On73R-IV_TC4D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-CquKcpRpYzM/TYYmRVkbGII/AAAAAAAAAQA/VAew26rmHAo/s72-c/como+se+fosse+a+primeira+vez.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281043555166196679.post-1033739010164227184</id><published>2011-03-08T20:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T20:42:07.480-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Você pode ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kW1y72cjKDQ/TXa-WDSNNyI/AAAAAAAAAPs/qlCuWAJdHtQ/s1600/tumblr_lg6dmk0WYK1qcxeoro1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kW1y72cjKDQ/TXa-WDSNNyI/AAAAAAAAAPs/qlCuWAJdHtQ/s320/tumblr_lg6dmk0WYK1qcxeoro1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;dirigir com 16, ir para a guerra aos 18, beber aos 21, e se aposentar aos 65. Mas, qual a idade você tem que ter antes que seu amor seja verdadeiro? Já tive aos montes pessoas que não compensam esquentando a cadeira ao lado do cinema, o banco ao lado do carro e o travesseiro extra da cama. E nem por um minuto senti meu peito aquecido. A gente até engana os outros de que é feliz, mas por dentro a solidão só aumenta. Estar com alguém errado é lembrar em dobro a falta que faz alguém certo.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; -&lt;strong&gt; Remember Me .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281043555166196679-1033739010164227184?l=diaryofamanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/feeds/1033739010164227184/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/03/voce-pode.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/1033739010164227184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/1033739010164227184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/03/voce-pode.html' title='Você pode ,'/><author><name>Amanda Garcia .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14142178614759140471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-re3o5o5f_Nc/TwIe9CTTfrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/SQ79CbpG4xg/s220/PQAAANM-nxCvUccY0-_6vNk42oBD_k_n7rOjvIHhWWVfa-4ht4sGue4JIqi0znXcewGf3NWhM97YjGc83Xut4f7854YAm1T1UMgt-1WP9oJsxX6On73R-IV_TC4D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kW1y72cjKDQ/TXa-WDSNNyI/AAAAAAAAAPs/qlCuWAJdHtQ/s72-c/tumblr_lg6dmk0WYK1qcxeoro1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281043555166196679.post-3412474817163073487</id><published>2011-03-08T20:32:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T20:34:17.252-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns ,</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-68hp54aEyVc/TXa8EWSdWUI/AAAAAAAAAPo/VZv8bVA7Pu4/s1600/131638415_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-68hp54aEyVc/TXa8EWSdWUI/AAAAAAAAAPo/VZv8bVA7Pu4/s320/131638415_large.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;a nós , mulheres , pos sermos as DIVAAS desse mundo ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 8 de março, dia internacional da mulher .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281043555166196679-3412474817163073487?l=diaryofamanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/feeds/3412474817163073487/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/03/parabens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/3412474817163073487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/3412474817163073487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/03/parabens.html' title='Parabéns ,'/><author><name>Amanda Garcia .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14142178614759140471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-re3o5o5f_Nc/TwIe9CTTfrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/SQ79CbpG4xg/s220/PQAAANM-nxCvUccY0-_6vNk42oBD_k_n7rOjvIHhWWVfa-4ht4sGue4JIqi0znXcewGf3NWhM97YjGc83Xut4f7854YAm1T1UMgt-1WP9oJsxX6On73R-IV_TC4D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-68hp54aEyVc/TXa8EWSdWUI/AAAAAAAAAPo/VZv8bVA7Pu4/s72-c/131638415_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281043555166196679.post-1271798408225112089</id><published>2011-03-08T19:49:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T20:35:30.618-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabe qual o motivo ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Rvu2wC9sO2A/TXayMKVVkCI/AAAAAAAAAPk/OXPi4hm5W2M/s1600/1b57690795_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Rvu2wC9sO2A/TXayMKVVkCI/AAAAAAAAAPk/OXPi4hm5W2M/s320/1b57690795_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;de um coração bater mais forte que o normal? Das lágrimas escorrendo por seus olhos antes de dormir? O efeito que o cheiro de alguém te faz? A saudade que aquela pessoa te provoca? O quando ela te faz feliz sem precisar contar piadas? O quanto estar com essa pessoa é reconfortante? E de como se sente em ouvir sua voz? De como o seu estômago se irrita só de ver a pessoa? Do ódio que você sente em saber que ele tem poderes sobre ti? O motivo é o amor, ele prova as mais intensas dores e felicidades, mas no fim sempre vale à pena !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281043555166196679-1271798408225112089?l=diaryofamanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/feeds/1271798408225112089/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/03/sabe-qual-o-motivo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/1271798408225112089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/1271798408225112089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/03/sabe-qual-o-motivo.html' title='Sabe qual o motivo ,'/><author><name>Amanda Garcia .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14142178614759140471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-re3o5o5f_Nc/TwIe9CTTfrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/SQ79CbpG4xg/s220/PQAAANM-nxCvUccY0-_6vNk42oBD_k_n7rOjvIHhWWVfa-4ht4sGue4JIqi0znXcewGf3NWhM97YjGc83Xut4f7854YAm1T1UMgt-1WP9oJsxX6On73R-IV_TC4D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Rvu2wC9sO2A/TXayMKVVkCI/AAAAAAAAAPk/OXPi4hm5W2M/s72-c/1b57690795_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281043555166196679.post-5596282466956130822</id><published>2011-02-21T19:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T01:06:26.248-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Toda garota ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vIfIM6Ks7M4/TWMs5D4al_I/AAAAAAAAAPg/gio7_WnGG4M/s1600/tumblr_lgws5hyCrK1qbv4sdo1_400_large.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vIfIM6Ks7M4/TWMs5D4al_I/AAAAAAAAAPg/gio7_WnGG4M/s320/tumblr_lgws5hyCrK1qbv4sdo1_400_large.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;já se arrependeu de ter cortado o cabelo, já quebrou a unha, já comeu chocolate ou sorvete pra matar a tristeza, já se apaixonou pela pessoa errada, já brigou com a melhor amiga, já se ferrou em alguma prova, já se atrasou, já ficou zangada sem motivo, já chorou de tanto rir, já duvidou de alguém, já pensou bobeiras, já teve pesadelos, já ficou 1h no telefone. Toda garota tem um bicho de pelúcia, acredita na amizade entre meninos e meninas, tem um ídolo, um livro preferido, uma mania irritante, um vício e uma paixão platônica. Toda garota já correu riscos por uma pessoa que não mereceu. Toda garota já se arrependeu e já errou. Mas cada uma é especial, por fazer muito mais que isso, e continuar possuindo a beleza e o carisma que encanta a todos !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281043555166196679-5596282466956130822?l=diaryofamanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/feeds/5596282466956130822/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/02/toda-garota.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/5596282466956130822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/5596282466956130822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/02/toda-garota.html' title='Toda garota ,'/><author><name>Amanda Garcia .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14142178614759140471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-re3o5o5f_Nc/TwIe9CTTfrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/SQ79CbpG4xg/s220/PQAAANM-nxCvUccY0-_6vNk42oBD_k_n7rOjvIHhWWVfa-4ht4sGue4JIqi0znXcewGf3NWhM97YjGc83Xut4f7854YAm1T1UMgt-1WP9oJsxX6On73R-IV_TC4D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vIfIM6Ks7M4/TWMs5D4al_I/AAAAAAAAAPg/gio7_WnGG4M/s72-c/tumblr_lgws5hyCrK1qbv4sdo1_400_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281043555166196679.post-1503283947658133468</id><published>2011-02-20T00:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T00:53:08.153-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Você não precisa,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H8JrthtlCUI/TWCIeI3QZeI/AAAAAAAAAPc/xfEY_B9Qczw/s1600/tumblr_lf4r26Vwu61qfpdvlo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H8JrthtlCUI/TWCIeI3QZeI/AAAAAAAAAPc/xfEY_B9Qczw/s320/tumblr_lf4r26Vwu61qfpdvlo1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;se sentir como um desperdício de espaço.. Você é &lt;strong&gt;original&lt;/strong&gt;, não pode ser substituído !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; -Firework , Katy Perry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281043555166196679-1503283947658133468?l=diaryofamanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/feeds/1503283947658133468/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/02/voce-nao-precisa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/1503283947658133468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/1503283947658133468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/02/voce-nao-precisa.html' title='Você não precisa,'/><author><name>Amanda Garcia .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14142178614759140471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-re3o5o5f_Nc/TwIe9CTTfrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/SQ79CbpG4xg/s220/PQAAANM-nxCvUccY0-_6vNk42oBD_k_n7rOjvIHhWWVfa-4ht4sGue4JIqi0znXcewGf3NWhM97YjGc83Xut4f7854YAm1T1UMgt-1WP9oJsxX6On73R-IV_TC4D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H8JrthtlCUI/TWCIeI3QZeI/AAAAAAAAAPc/xfEY_B9Qczw/s72-c/tumblr_lf4r26Vwu61qfpdvlo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281043555166196679.post-4126254943886121855</id><published>2011-02-19T23:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T23:41:16.266-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Caminhando sempre,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UdEhCiB9EGg/TWB-HJXkANI/AAAAAAAAAPY/KeDqrgKbS40/s1600/tumblr_lfe3blAPJ51qdfy88o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UdEhCiB9EGg/TWB-HJXkANI/AAAAAAAAAPY/KeDqrgKbS40/s320/tumblr_lfe3blAPJ51qdfy88o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;não importa quantas vezes eu tenha caído. &lt;strong&gt;Sonhando&lt;/strong&gt; sempre, não importa quantos sonhos tenham ficado para trás. &lt;strong&gt;Amando&lt;/strong&gt; sempre, não importa quantas vezes eu sofri. &lt;strong&gt;Confiando&lt;/strong&gt; sempre, não importa quantas decepções eu encontrei. &lt;strong&gt;Arriscando&lt;/strong&gt; sempre, não importa quantos nãos na vida eu recebi. O que me resta é o aqui, e o agora. O futuro depende do presente, e o passado, eu deixo ir embora .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281043555166196679-4126254943886121855?l=diaryofamanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/feeds/4126254943886121855/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/02/caminhando-sempre.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/4126254943886121855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/4126254943886121855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/02/caminhando-sempre.html' title='Caminhando sempre,'/><author><name>Amanda Garcia .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14142178614759140471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-re3o5o5f_Nc/TwIe9CTTfrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/SQ79CbpG4xg/s220/PQAAANM-nxCvUccY0-_6vNk42oBD_k_n7rOjvIHhWWVfa-4ht4sGue4JIqi0znXcewGf3NWhM97YjGc83Xut4f7854YAm1T1UMgt-1WP9oJsxX6On73R-IV_TC4D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UdEhCiB9EGg/TWB-HJXkANI/AAAAAAAAAPY/KeDqrgKbS40/s72-c/tumblr_lfe3blAPJ51qdfy88o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281043555166196679.post-350015612315932793</id><published>2011-01-21T21:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T21:23:02.971-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah , os 15 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FG5qsfC6BD0/TToU4RBbVJI/AAAAAAAAAPA/TPv-tymRItU/s1600/OgAAAD46BqrrgrLfla6HH_GXseOiZpr9n7l8I-kTq6HEbmb1JvDsCgtirXsvAx2zpxKXrHntTHH-C2qTj4iL-kpjGeUAm1T1UJo9IFfo6b58Xv6sCHAJXgCkjpBI.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FG5qsfC6BD0/TToU4RBbVJI/AAAAAAAAAPA/TPv-tymRItU/s320/OgAAAD46BqrrgrLfla6HH_GXseOiZpr9n7l8I-kTq6HEbmb1JvDsCgtirXsvAx2zpxKXrHntTHH-C2qTj4iL-kpjGeUAm1T1UJo9IFfo6b58Xv6sCHAJXgCkjpBI.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Ficar horas falando ao celular ou pelo msn , para desespero dos pais. Querer passar o dia todo deitada, sem falar com ninguém .Ensaiar várias vezes uma conversa com a pessoa desejada e , na hora H, ficar muda. Ter certeza de que a vida muda radicalmente quando se completa 18 anos. Ficar deslocada nas festas de familia porque não se é adulta para conversar com os mais velhos, nem criança para ficar rolando pelo chão . Sentir que as férias terminam em uma semana enquanto uma aula dura seis meses. Não fazer a menor ideia do ano em que os pais nasceram. Deixar tudo para depois. Escutar 297 vezes a mesma música. Fingir que está doente para não ir á escola com aquela espinha gigantesca no nariz. Pedir para descer do carro uma quadra antes da festa para não verem que precisou da carona da mãe. Não entender por que é preciso arrumar a cama se vai desarrumá-la. Achar ridícula uma roupa que até ontem considerava o máximo. Tudo isso acontece quando&amp;nbsp;se tem 15 anos. E, podem ter certeza, essa fase de turbulências e alegrias é uma das melhores da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281043555166196679-350015612315932793?l=diaryofamanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/feeds/350015612315932793/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/01/ah-os-15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/350015612315932793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/350015612315932793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/01/ah-os-15.html' title='Ah , os 15 ...'/><author><name>Amanda Garcia .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14142178614759140471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-re3o5o5f_Nc/TwIe9CTTfrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/SQ79CbpG4xg/s220/PQAAANM-nxCvUccY0-_6vNk42oBD_k_n7rOjvIHhWWVfa-4ht4sGue4JIqi0znXcewGf3NWhM97YjGc83Xut4f7854YAm1T1UMgt-1WP9oJsxX6On73R-IV_TC4D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FG5qsfC6BD0/TToU4RBbVJI/AAAAAAAAAPA/TPv-tymRItU/s72-c/OgAAAD46BqrrgrLfla6HH_GXseOiZpr9n7l8I-kTq6HEbmb1JvDsCgtirXsvAx2zpxKXrHntTHH-C2qTj4iL-kpjGeUAm1T1UJo9IFfo6b58Xv6sCHAJXgCkjpBI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281043555166196679.post-6444779963605697444</id><published>2011-01-19T17:44:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T17:44:29.211-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Já imaginou ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FG5qsfC6BD0/TTc-kcwU4eI/AAAAAAAAAOY/kr9IHOGMi4A/s1600/The-Big-Show.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FG5qsfC6BD0/TTc-kcwU4eI/AAAAAAAAAOY/kr9IHOGMi4A/s320/The-Big-Show.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E se a gente tivesse o poder, o doce poder de saber tudo aquilo que acontecerá em nossas vidas durante o ano, assim que ele começa ? Descobrir quais namoros vão terminar e quais vão começar ; se dar conta de que algumas pessoas da sua galera vão se mostrar realmente amigas , enquanto outras podem simplesmente te decepcionar por nada. Saber quais baphões rolarão no colégio; se você vai ou não aos shows e ás baladas mais incríveis; se a moda vai mudar mesmo só umas 175 ou umas 500 vezes até o ano terminar ... Qual será a nova febre da internet que você, de cara ,não vai curtir tanto , mas um tempinho depois vai viciar e se perguntar: 'como eu vivi sem isso antes?' . Seria ótimo, mas nem tão doce assim. Nós viemos ao mundo sem um manual de instruções por um motivo: é que precisamos vivenciar cada momento, seja ele alegre, tenso, feliz , angustiante, emocionante ou triste . Assim , a gente aprende o que tem que aprender e ensina o que deve ensinar. Então, em 2011 . surpreenda-se com cada novo ciclo de sua vida e siga se esforçando para ser uma pessoa mais incrível a cada dia !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281043555166196679-6444779963605697444?l=diaryofamanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/feeds/6444779963605697444/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/01/ja-imaginou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/6444779963605697444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/6444779963605697444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2011/01/ja-imaginou.html' title='Já imaginou ?'/><author><name>Amanda Garcia .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14142178614759140471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-re3o5o5f_Nc/TwIe9CTTfrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/SQ79CbpG4xg/s220/PQAAANM-nxCvUccY0-_6vNk42oBD_k_n7rOjvIHhWWVfa-4ht4sGue4JIqi0znXcewGf3NWhM97YjGc83Xut4f7854YAm1T1UMgt-1WP9oJsxX6On73R-IV_TC4D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FG5qsfC6BD0/TTc-kcwU4eI/AAAAAAAAAOY/kr9IHOGMi4A/s72-c/The-Big-Show.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281043555166196679.post-9209477825397683518</id><published>2010-12-28T22:22:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T22:22:29.307-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lembranças,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FG5qsfC6BD0/TRp_F6nDSgI/AAAAAAAAAN8/kXl3oyTShGM/s1600/OgAAAMD2q6exL5jHPC8cMPpncp1AC2xs29xpB39njGxdkMiaOArtv8HYv5chgLTVf_mpxyeLvpXv47j1ZgjUR4XNvZYAm1T1UNAMmtlYaMYth2zieeWlj--nYIIH.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FG5qsfC6BD0/TRp_F6nDSgI/AAAAAAAAAN8/kXl3oyTShGM/s320/OgAAAMD2q6exL5jHPC8cMPpncp1AC2xs29xpB39njGxdkMiaOArtv8HYv5chgLTVf_mpxyeLvpXv47j1ZgjUR4XNvZYAm1T1UNAMmtlYaMYth2zieeWlj--nYIIH.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="para"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="para"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Um dia todos aqueles dias felizes, todas aquelas conversas jogadas fora, todas as nossas piadas, as nossas fotos, as nossas discussões, serão só lembranças. Vai chegar um tempo, em que tudo isso vai doer e ao invés de rirmos, iremos chorar; chorar de saudade, de vontade de voltar no tempo. De cometer os mesmos erros, de viver nem que fosse apenas por um dia com todos aqueles que nos fizeram rir. Esse dia vai chegar mais rápido do que imaginamos, ás vezes nem tão rápido quanto a morte, mas rápido o bastante para nos fazer refletir, pensar, e lembrar de absolutamente tudo o que passamos. Lembraremos dos melhores anos de nossas vidas, das nossas melhores amizades, de nossas melhores mentiras, de nossas piores encrencas! Sentiremos falta de tudo aquilo ao contarmos para nossos netos, com muito orgulho, todo aquele tempo em que estávamos todos juntos!&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/3281043555166196679-9209477825397683518?l=diaryofamanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/feeds/9209477825397683518/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2010/12/lembrancas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/9209477825397683518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/9209477825397683518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2010/12/lembrancas.html' title='Lembranças,'/><author><name>Amanda Garcia .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14142178614759140471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-re3o5o5f_Nc/TwIe9CTTfrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/SQ79CbpG4xg/s220/PQAAANM-nxCvUccY0-_6vNk42oBD_k_n7rOjvIHhWWVfa-4ht4sGue4JIqi0znXcewGf3NWhM97YjGc83Xut4f7854YAm1T1UMgt-1WP9oJsxX6On73R-IV_TC4D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FG5qsfC6BD0/TRp_F6nDSgI/AAAAAAAAAN8/kXl3oyTShGM/s72-c/OgAAAMD2q6exL5jHPC8cMPpncp1AC2xs29xpB39njGxdkMiaOArtv8HYv5chgLTVf_mpxyeLvpXv47j1ZgjUR4XNvZYAm1T1UNAMmtlYaMYth2zieeWlj--nYIIH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281043555166196679.post-5240961294514944085</id><published>2010-12-28T21:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T22:37:06.354-02:00</updated><title type='text'>♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FG5qsfC6BD0/TRp0kx8BsgI/AAAAAAAAAN4/1yOPp1VaU88/s1600/%2527+profile+posters+%253B+%2528155%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="319" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FG5qsfC6BD0/TRp0kx8BsgI/AAAAAAAAAN4/1yOPp1VaU88/s320/%2527+profile+posters+%253B+%2528155%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu não quero que você me faça declarações de amor, só quero&amp;nbsp;encontrar meu nome escrito em algum canto do seu caderno de história.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero que eu seja o motivo da sua felicidade, só quero que você me diga que as coisas passaram a dar certo depois que eu apareci.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero que você me chame de apelidos como amor, linda, fofa, só quero que quando perguntem sobre mim, suas pupilas dilatem e você diga ‘a minha pequena’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281043555166196679-5240961294514944085?l=diaryofamanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/feeds/5240961294514944085/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2010/12/eu-nao-quero-que-voce-me-faca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/5240961294514944085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/5240961294514944085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2010/12/eu-nao-quero-que-voce-me-faca.html' title='♥'/><author><name>Amanda Garcia .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14142178614759140471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-re3o5o5f_Nc/TwIe9CTTfrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/SQ79CbpG4xg/s220/PQAAANM-nxCvUccY0-_6vNk42oBD_k_n7rOjvIHhWWVfa-4ht4sGue4JIqi0znXcewGf3NWhM97YjGc83Xut4f7854YAm1T1UMgt-1WP9oJsxX6On73R-IV_TC4D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FG5qsfC6BD0/TRp0kx8BsgI/AAAAAAAAAN4/1yOPp1VaU88/s72-c/%2527+profile+posters+%253B+%2528155%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281043555166196679.post-3431081455056870999</id><published>2010-12-20T17:59:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T17:59:42.115-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Se você é um pássaro ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FG5qsfC6BD0/TQ-0xR7dweI/AAAAAAAAANw/QIj7cucpv4k/s1600/tumblr_l0cd1skZSc1qzmxxro1_500_large.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FG5qsfC6BD0/TQ-0xR7dweI/AAAAAAAAANw/QIj7cucpv4k/s320/tumblr_l0cd1skZSc1qzmxxro1_500_large.png" width="195" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;ela : dizem que eu sou um pássaro .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ele : você é um pássaro .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ela : é, agora diz que você é um pássaro .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ele : se você é um pássaro, eu sou um pássaro !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3281043555166196679-3431081455056870999?l=diaryofamanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/feeds/3431081455056870999/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2010/12/se-voce-e-um-passaro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/3431081455056870999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/3431081455056870999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2010/12/se-voce-e-um-passaro.html' title='Se você é um pássaro ,'/><author><name>Amanda Garcia .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14142178614759140471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-re3o5o5f_Nc/TwIe9CTTfrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/SQ79CbpG4xg/s220/PQAAANM-nxCvUccY0-_6vNk42oBD_k_n7rOjvIHhWWVfa-4ht4sGue4JIqi0znXcewGf3NWhM97YjGc83Xut4f7854YAm1T1UMgt-1WP9oJsxX6On73R-IV_TC4D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FG5qsfC6BD0/TQ-0xR7dweI/AAAAAAAAANw/QIj7cucpv4k/s72-c/tumblr_l0cd1skZSc1qzmxxro1_500_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281043555166196679.post-3325698643431365711</id><published>2010-12-20T17:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T17:50:37.847-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Amores de verão ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FG5qsfC6BD0/TQ-yMIQiuII/AAAAAAAAANs/v9pVOKJhG4Q/s1600/DIRIO_%257E1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FG5qsfC6BD0/TQ-yMIQiuII/AAAAAAAAANs/v9pVOKJhG4Q/s320/DIRIO_%257E1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Nas férias, nada melhor do que viajar, ir pra bem longe de casa , e sem os pais , rum . Vários shows , novas amizades, marquinha de biquine, e um amor de verão ! Acho tão emocionante essas histórias assim , pessoas que se conhecem nas férias de verão, se apaixonam , vivem um lindo romance .. E depois voltam para a sua vida de sempre, e só se reencontram nas próximas férias . É triste , mas é bonito .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Conhecem o filme 'Diário de Uma Paixão' ? Nossa, esse&amp;nbsp;sim me faz chorar , pois&amp;nbsp;é a história de um amor de verão , que acaba . E&amp;nbsp;o casal&amp;nbsp;só se reencontra depois de muitos anos, e continuam se amando até o fim . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Isso faz com que a gente fique com vontade de viver um amor assim, passageiro e emocionante , mas que seja lembrado &lt;strong&gt;pra sempre&lt;/strong&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&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/3281043555166196679-3325698643431365711?l=diaryofamanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/feeds/3325698643431365711/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2010/12/amores-de-verao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/3325698643431365711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3281043555166196679/posts/default/3325698643431365711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryofamanda.blogspot.com/2010/12/amores-de-verao.html' title='Amores de verão ,'/><author><name>Amanda Garcia .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14142178614759140471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-re3o5o5f_Nc/TwIe9CTTfrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/SQ79CbpG4xg/s220/PQAAANM-nxCvUccY0-_6vNk42oBD_k_n7rOjvIHhWWVfa-4ht4sGue4JIqi0znXcewGf3NWhM97YjGc83Xut4f7854YAm1T1UMgt-1WP9oJsxX6On73R-IV_TC4D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FG5qsfC6BD0/TQ-yMIQiuII/AAAAAAAAANs/v9pVOKJhG4Q/s72-c/DIRIO_%257E1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3281043555166196679.post-643901270340722614</id><published>2010-12-16T23:13:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T21:38:08.521-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais um ano se passou ,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FG5qsfC6BD0/TQq41fm9PqI/AAAAAAAAANo/r-Ycwy-YPi0/s1600/OgAAAKYSwKGLcLWStuQU51w2LpS1zcI8Qdy8vmwe-bJV0-PdqMrzKknb_KPy8eGrj1OY6-FHht6NhpNXwmoiAUONnCcAm1T1UM2mzD9yqaiNqrQ2wpCWHtFMvwCA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FG5qsfC6BD0/TQq41fm9PqI/AAAAAAAAANo/r-Ycwy-YPi0/s400/OgAAAKYSwKGLcLWStuQU51w2LpS1zcI8Qdy8vmwe-bJV0-PdqMrzKknb_KPy8eGrj1OY6-FHht6NhpNXwmoiAUONnCcAm1T1UM2mzD9yqaiNqrQ2wpCWHtFMvwCA.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje a tarde, depois de uma sessão de choro e sermão dos meus pais, por eu ter rodado em física, deitei na minha cama , abracei o Mug,e derrepente me veio a lembrança de tudo o que vivi em 2010 . E então achei esse, um tema bom para começo de blog , já que esse é o meu primeiro post , rs .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Sai da 8ª serie feliz da vida, nunca tinha rodado , sempre fui ótima aluna *-*, e tinha os melhores amigos e colegas que se pode ter .Mas isso não se repetiu esse ano, cada um foi para um lado, mantenho contato com muito poucos, e pra piorar , passei a ser uma das piores alunas da sala. Pior não por bagunçar, mas por não aprender mesmo .Minha grande , mas grande mesmo dificuldade foi física , confesso que no inicio não dei a minima , pensei que seria fácil como sempre foi nos 8 anos de fundamental . Rá, me enganei feio ,e hoje to aqui, com os olhos inchados de tanto chorar por ter que encarar um provão final '-'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Bom , mas claro que o ano não se baseou apenas nisso, ótimas coisas aconteceram também . Fiz 15 anos *--* , mesmo não tendo feito festa , esse dia foi muito especial ! Conheci vários ídolos , tive 3 namorados diferentes , USHAUHSUAS . O triste é que não deu certo com nenhum deles , mas aproveitei ao máximo com cada um .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas , eu acho que o mais importante de tudo, foram as amizades. Tanto as que permaneceram do ano passado, como as feitas em 2010 . Eu juro , sem eles do meu lado ,não teria a mínima graça.Poxa , nos momentos mais dificeis foram eles que estiveram ali comigo me apoiando , me fortalecendo. E nos momentos bons também , me fizeram companhia e alegraram meus dias (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Também fiz amizades de outros lugares, outros estados . Amizades virtuais , e a distância não interfere em nada . O que valoriza uma amizade , é a parceria e a confiança que existe entre as pessoas , e isso posso afirmar que as minhas têm de sobra *-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Só me resta agora , é o medo de perdê-los.Agora que o ano está acabando , medo de não vê-los mais ,aqueles colegas com que convivi durante todo o ano, todos os dias .Mesmo com muitas e muitas brigas, são especiais demais pra mim !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Não posso reclamar de 2010 , pois o aprendizado foi grande , graças a Deus *-* , bom , menos em física né ! KKK '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E então , que venha 2011 , &lt;strong&gt;muuito melhor&lt;/strong&gt; ! 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