<?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-3240607515894091433</id><updated>2012-02-10T07:16:15.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sindromes e TOC</title><subtitle type='html'>Uma menina aspirante a nada e suas encucações e reinações em seu império vazio</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ligia-mfs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240607515894091433/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ligia-mfs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mrs Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15954314077409101059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cf2Zaa63T14/SwnB6vohYKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/VRfqkAE--g4/S220/il_430xN.86859219.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240607515894091433.post-6351483187927667270</id><published>2010-10-19T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T15:16:28.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cores</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cf2Zaa63T14/TL4RW69Tg_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/U-zVexGgmWY/s1600/animals-and-galss36+copy.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="350" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cf2Zaa63T14/TL4RW69Tg_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/U-zVexGgmWY/s400/animals-and-galss36+copy.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E quando as cores de uma imagem muda e o objeto muda totalmente em&amp;nbsp;decorrência&amp;nbsp;da nova cor?&amp;nbsp;É um processo interessante, mas nem sempre o resultado agrada a todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;As cores do caminho estão sempre mudando, mas não somos nós que escolhemos as cores. Apenas escolhemos o caminho cabe a vida dar as cores e nossos olhos apreciar o caminho.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;PS.: Não se deixe enganar, nunca coloco coisa boa nessa página. E isso não mudou ainda.&lt;/span&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;br /&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240607515894091433-6351483187927667270?l=ligia-mfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ligia-mfs.blogspot.com/feeds/6351483187927667270/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ligia-mfs.blogspot.com/2010/10/cores.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240607515894091433/posts/default/6351483187927667270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240607515894091433/posts/default/6351483187927667270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ligia-mfs.blogspot.com/2010/10/cores.html' title='Cores'/><author><name>Mrs Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15954314077409101059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cf2Zaa63T14/SwnB6vohYKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/VRfqkAE--g4/S220/il_430xN.86859219.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cf2Zaa63T14/TL4RW69Tg_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/U-zVexGgmWY/s72-c/animals-and-galss36+copy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240607515894091433.post-6280498592815390422</id><published>2010-09-19T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T15:20:35.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>amarras</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cf2Zaa63T14/TJaI_q6uj_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/DMTxwGNIyfA/s1600/blackberrytime.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cf2Zaa63T14/TJaI_q6uj_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/DMTxwGNIyfA/s320/blackberrytime.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o que é pior, a indiferença ou o ódio declarado. As vezes me sinto com as mãos atadas, sem saber como agir ou para onde correr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engraçado é que essa confusão de não saber como corresponder a esse tipo de atitude desperta uma curiosidade de saber qual o sabor daqueles beijos, qual a força dos abraços... temo que nunca saiba ou jamais exista. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje vi uma imagem no obvious que me perturbou um pouco ... falava da (má) relação de irmã e irmão e quando vi essa imagem do site el dibujo del gato, bem ela reforçou o que sinto. Meus irmãos são pessoas fantásticas, sem dúvidas. Mas meu mau relacionamento com o meu irmão me causa mais dor do que de fato digo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vezes cometia algum erro só para que ele falasse algo comigo. As vezes conto uma mentira surpreendente para ver se algum assunto flui. Ele nada diz, nada parece afetá-lo. Quando meus pais estão por perto o discurso mudo. Não sei o que ele pensa, ele nunca diz ou nunca responde. Quando o pressiono a opinar e coloco a impressão que tenho é como se ele não quisesse dizer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou bem cansada desse tipo de relação. Queria que as amarras fossem libertas e fosse substituída por um forte abraço, aquele verdadeiro abraço que só um irmão mais velho pode dar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A imagem é desse site aqui: http://eldibujodelgato.blogspot.com/2010/09/blackberry-hostage.hml&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240607515894091433-6280498592815390422?l=ligia-mfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ligia-mfs.blogspot.com/feeds/6280498592815390422/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ligia-mfs.blogspot.com/2010/09/amarras.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240607515894091433/posts/default/6280498592815390422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240607515894091433/posts/default/6280498592815390422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ligia-mfs.blogspot.com/2010/09/amarras.html' title='amarras'/><author><name>Mrs Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15954314077409101059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cf2Zaa63T14/SwnB6vohYKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/VRfqkAE--g4/S220/il_430xN.86859219.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cf2Zaa63T14/TJaI_q6uj_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/DMTxwGNIyfA/s72-c/blackberrytime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240607515894091433.post-5557022661227051511</id><published>2009-10-05T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T12:24:52.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Filmes visto no ultimo mês</title><content type='html'>Um beijo Roubado&lt;br /&gt;Donnie Danko&lt;br /&gt;Gamer&lt;br /&gt;Candy&lt;br /&gt;Ponyo&lt;br /&gt;Se beber não case&lt;br /&gt;Um crime americano&lt;br /&gt;Caiu do Céu&lt;br /&gt;Antes que o diabo saiba que você está morto&lt;br /&gt;Uma vida Iluminada&lt;br /&gt;O pequeno Principe&lt;br /&gt;Amantes&lt;br /&gt;A menina no país das maravilhas&lt;br /&gt;Psicose&lt;br /&gt;Adventureland&lt;br /&gt;Romeu e Julieta&lt;br /&gt;Wathmen&lt;br /&gt;Os irmãos Grimm&lt;br /&gt;Fanboy&lt;br /&gt;Na mira do Chefe&lt;br /&gt;Pulp Fiction&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240607515894091433-5557022661227051511?l=ligia-mfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ligia-mfs.blogspot.com/feeds/5557022661227051511/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ligia-mfs.blogspot.com/2009/10/filmes-visto-no-ultimo-mes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240607515894091433/posts/default/5557022661227051511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240607515894091433/posts/default/5557022661227051511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ligia-mfs.blogspot.com/2009/10/filmes-visto-no-ultimo-mes.html' title='Filmes visto no ultimo mês'/><author><name>Mrs Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15954314077409101059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cf2Zaa63T14/SwnB6vohYKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/VRfqkAE--g4/S220/il_430xN.86859219.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240607515894091433.post-1126456850066708904</id><published>2009-08-28T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T09:49:44.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aceitação</title><content type='html'>Ontem ouvi de meu meu irmão algo como "quando eu pensei agora vai (...) quando finalmente você acerta em alguma coisa, você estraga tudo" ...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu e meu irmão nunca tivemos o melhor relacionamento, mas decidimos nos tolerar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando meus pais moravam por aqui e ele apenas namorava era fácil, pois pouco nos viamos e pouco nos falavamos, mas depois que tivemos mais contato ficou pior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre acho que sou um peso na vida dele. Lamento muito em ser esse peso, ele não imagina o quanto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosto dele, mas não me dou bem com ele, nunca conseguimos nos entender.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu me abri uma vez com ele, após uma crise que tive ano passado, desde que meus pais se mudaram,  procurei fazer tudo que ele pediu e reclamou. Afinal mal falo com papai e mamãe, enfão é pelo ouvido dele que eles sabem o que se passa comigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas a história é dura por isso. Porque mal sei me abrir, ninguém precisa saber de meus medos e receio, nem compreender o porque choro, tampouco verem isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É dificil pra mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quanto mais o tempo passa mais frágil e inutil eu fico.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talvez tenha aparecido alguém que possa mudar, talvez eu não deixe essa mudança acontecer porque acho que meu irmão é fraco demais pra não ter as vontades atendidas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ele fica realmente mal, estressado e incomodado com a minha presença. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Isso dói!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu só queria ser entendida, mas ele não me ouve. Odeio soltar a primeira frase e ouvir o "Hmm" mas em tom de reprovação. É como se não interessasse nada que eu fizesse ou dissesse é tudo errado, nada é bom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desde criança não nos demos muito bem, minha mãe me dizia que é porque ele queria um irmão e não uma irmã, o que pode ser resposta porque quando eu era criança queria ser menino, quem sabe assim ele falasse comigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lembro de algumas cenas realmente fortes que não diria nunca a ninguém [pelo menos eu acho] ... enfim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mesmo perto e nos vendo todos os dias, somos distantes. Não nos falamos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ele nunca respondia aos meus "BOM DIA", "BOA NOITE", "BOA TARDE", as vezes não respondia as minhas perguntas. Eu sempre finji não me importar, então corria para o quarto de minha mãe e chorava, como lá ninguém ia além de meus pais, eu me sentia livre e chorava, colocava uma música alta [na época que a 89FM era a rádio rock] para encobrir o choro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chorava até pegar no sono, minha mãe quando entrava no quarto achava que os olhos vermelhos eram porque estava dormindo ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ele não sabe e talvez nunca venha a saber o peso que tem o que ele me diz. Talvez porque se ele ouvir o quanto pesa e o que já mudei por desagradar a ele, talvez o assuste. Ou pior, talvez nem faça a menor diferença.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240607515894091433-1126456850066708904?l=ligia-mfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ligia-mfs.blogspot.com/feeds/1126456850066708904/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ligia-mfs.blogspot.com/2009/08/aceitacao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240607515894091433/posts/default/1126456850066708904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240607515894091433/posts/default/1126456850066708904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ligia-mfs.blogspot.com/2009/08/aceitacao.html' title='Aceitação'/><author><name>Mrs Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15954314077409101059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cf2Zaa63T14/SwnB6vohYKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/VRfqkAE--g4/S220/il_430xN.86859219.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240607515894091433.post-17705283180234742</id><published>2009-07-02T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T05:28:40.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miserable Lie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.pitchfork.com/media/12385-the-sound-of-the-smiths.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://cdn.pitchfork.com/media/12385-the-sound-of-the-smiths.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;h2  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px;  text-transform: lowercase; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); letter-spacing: -1.2pt; font-style: italic; height: auto; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ontem quando voltava pra casa ouvi uma noticia que me deixou euforica: a banda &lt;b&gt;The Smiths&lt;/b&gt; não quer se reunir mesmo com a proposta de 50 milhões de dólares. Achei demais isso!!! Lógico que gostaria de vê-los em um show, obviamente, mas ... eles não são vendidos, e isso é um mérito em meio ao atual cenário musical que vira e mexe tem seu jogo de egos e ganância. Grande Johnny Marr!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Eles tiveram uma briga a um tempo atrás, não lembro o motivo e também não vou googlear agora ... e lembro que falaram que não iriam se reunir nunca mais ... dito e feito! Isso ae!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px;  text-transform: lowercase; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); letter-spacing: -1.2pt; font-style: italic; height: auto; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px;  text-transform: lowercase; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); letter-spacing: -1.2pt; font-style: italic; height: auto; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The Smiths fizeram parte de minha infância, assim como Guns and Roses, The Cure, Sepultura, Beatnicks, Van Halen, Duran Duran, Bon Jovi, REM, Michael Jackson, Madonna, Cindy Lauper, New Kids on the Block, Extreme, dentre outras bandas, ah sem esquecer dos nacionais Mara Maravilha, Trem da Alegria, Vovó Mafalda [ eu era uma criança, minha gente obviamente eu curtia cosinhas de criança também, hehehe].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px;  text-transform: lowercase; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); letter-spacing: -1.2pt; font-style: italic; height: auto; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Nessa época em que a musica estrangeira dominava as rádios nacionais [ saudades do tempo onde funk era um "eu só quero é ser feliz andar tranquilamente na favela onde eu nasci e poder me orgulhar e ter a consciência que um pobre tem seu lugar" ].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ontem resolvi colocar o cd da banda ... aí vai uma letra da banda ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial; text-transform: lowercase; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); letter-spacing: -1.2pt; font-style: italic; height: auto; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Miserable Lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 id="sz"   style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-transform: lowercase; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); letter-spacing: -1.2pt; height: auto; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial;font-size:16pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 id="sz" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-transform: lowercase; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); letter-spacing: -1.2pt; height: auto; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 16px; text-transform: none;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 11px; "&gt;So, goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Please stay with your own kind&lt;br /&gt;And I'll stay with mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something against us&lt;br /&gt;It's not time&lt;br /&gt;It's not time&lt;br /&gt;So, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I need hardly say&lt;br /&gt;How much I love your casual way&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but please put your tongue away&lt;br /&gt;A little higher and we're well away&lt;br /&gt;The dark nights are drawing in&lt;br /&gt;And your humour is as black as them&lt;br /&gt;I look at yours, you laugh at mine&lt;br /&gt;And "love" is just a miserable lie&lt;br /&gt;You have destroyed my flower-like life&lt;br /&gt;Not once - twice&lt;br /&gt;You have corrupt my innocent mind&lt;br /&gt;Not once - twice&lt;br /&gt;I know the wind-swept mystical air&lt;br /&gt;It means : I'd like to see your underwear&lt;br /&gt;I recognise that mystical air&lt;br /&gt;It means : I'd like to seize your underwear&lt;br /&gt;What do we get for our trouble and pain ?&lt;br /&gt;Just a rented room in Whalley Range&lt;br /&gt;What do we get for our trouble and pain ?&lt;br /&gt;...Whalley Range !&lt;br /&gt;Into the depths of the criminal world&lt;br /&gt;I followed her ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need advice, I need advice&lt;br /&gt;I need advice, I need advice&lt;br /&gt;Nobody ever looks at me twice&lt;br /&gt;Nobody ever looks at me twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a country-mile behind&lt;br /&gt;The world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a country-mile behind&lt;br /&gt;The whole world&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, oh ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a country-mile behind&lt;br /&gt;The world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a country-mile behind&lt;br /&gt;The whole world&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, oh ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me when you go&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me when you go&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, oh ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need advice, I need advice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240607515894091433-17705283180234742?l=ligia-mfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ligia-mfs.blogspot.com/feeds/17705283180234742/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ligia-mfs.blogspot.com/2009/07/miserable-lie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240607515894091433/posts/default/17705283180234742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240607515894091433/posts/default/17705283180234742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ligia-mfs.blogspot.com/2009/07/miserable-lie.html' title='Miserable Lie'/><author><name>Mrs Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15954314077409101059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cf2Zaa63T14/SwnB6vohYKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/VRfqkAE--g4/S220/il_430xN.86859219.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240607515894091433.post-3945722560647349259</id><published>2009-06-30T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T11:30:46.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anti-Social ?  Eu? imagina ....</title><content type='html'>Enfim, não sou nerd, geek nem nada ... mas sou uma das pessoas visivelmente afetadas pelo "nerd pride".&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho preferido passar horas na frente do PC a me relacionar, ver filmes a conversas. Não sei explicar, me sinto mal ao estar com muitas pessoas, sinto vergonha, medo de que me julguem, e isso me faz ficar mais e mais reclusa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pra não dizer que não me relaciono, fui no cinema semana passada, rir um pouco [ o filme não era de comédia, mas enfim, eu ri ], me deu uma louca vontade de twittar naquele momento. Narrar cada semblante de encantamento alheio, e cada gargalhada que eu dava sozinha ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sou afetada  psicologicamente, as vezes dou risada dessa condição, mas estranhamente não vejo graça nenhuma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pessimista? As vezes. Mas isso me permite ser realista e me surpreender diante de uma conquista [ pois ela é sempre inesperada ].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240607515894091433-3945722560647349259?l=ligia-mfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ligia-mfs.blogspot.com/feeds/3945722560647349259/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ligia-mfs.blogspot.com/2009/06/anti-social-eu-imagina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240607515894091433/posts/default/3945722560647349259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240607515894091433/posts/default/3945722560647349259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ligia-mfs.blogspot.com/2009/06/anti-social-eu-imagina.html' title='Anti-Social ?  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Sempre digo que "não espero muito para não me decepcionar, mas também não espero pouco porque sei que poderei ser supreendida", mas na verdade, não tenho esperado nada, absolutamente nada... de ninguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Algumas pessoas se afastaram de mim, nunca tive muitos amigos, e isso é fato ... agora percebo que não tenho ninguém com quem contar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A pouco ouvi do Agostinho, um rapaz que trabalha comigo a seguinte frase:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Ligia, você escreve um monólogo consigo mesma. Isso não é nada bom." Ele disse que eu escrevo minhas reflexões ao invés de conversar e isso poderá gerar algo pior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas caramba!!! Com quem devo falar???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Quando vou conversar, agora até mesmo com ilustres &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;virtuais desconhecidos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, as pessoas se revoltam com isso, dizem que é coisa da minha cabeça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;É foda isso!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Falaram que eu generalizei, e que não é assim, mas a excesão é mínima, quase inexistênte. Uma garota ficou P da vida, pq ela falou: "então você também é?" respondi que &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sim!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; É claro, sou mais uma porca egoísta que quero atenção, que quero que minha opinião faça valer, mesmo que não valendo nada. Ela falou que não tenho o direito de falar dos outros se me enquadro no gênero também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Mas eu discordo. Eu posso falar sim! É assim que organizo meus pensamentos, me descubro e me entendo. Analisando meu comportamento e de outras pessoas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não há pessoas que confio. As pessoas vão e vem conforme a sua necessidade. E como saber se elas estão ao meu lado de fato. Não sei ... sinceramente não sei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;só escrevo bobagens ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240607515894091433-1215746109607124017?l=ligia-mfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ligia-mfs.blogspot.com/feeds/1215746109607124017/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ligia-mfs.blogspot.com/2009/06/mais-uma-porca-egoista.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240607515894091433/posts/default/1215746109607124017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240607515894091433/posts/default/1215746109607124017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ligia-mfs.blogspot.com/2009/06/mais-uma-porca-egoista.html' title='Mais uma porca egoísta'/><author><name>Mrs Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15954314077409101059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cf2Zaa63T14/SwnB6vohYKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/VRfqkAE--g4/S220/il_430xN.86859219.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240607515894091433.post-3255277257448191850</id><published>2009-06-18T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T12:01:21.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nunca tive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;É&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu realmente&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;preciso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; esquecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ando a me sintir como visitante em minha  propria vida: não me compreendo, nem consigo compreender o que estou pensando,  olho as coisas acontecerem e nada faço para mudar minha &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;frustante&lt;/span&gt; realidade. Eu acredito que me apaixonei ... mas n tenho  certeza disso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Há tempos admiro o moçoilo, mas nunca de  fato pensei que pudesse ser uma paixão ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estranho foi que decidi ir me  afastando aos poucos, desde que falei&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;que ele é/foi&lt;span style="color:#808080;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; uma pessoa que me desperta  interesse.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;blockquote dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(*) é/foi : no momento em que  com ele eu conversava, eu não sabia dizer se eu ainda me interessava tanto por  ele quanto no ano passado ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas enfim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#008000;"&gt;FALEI &lt;/span&gt;com ele ha algum tempinho atrás e  isso me deixou pior ... o que considero estranho visto que, quando falo meu  sentimento para alguém eu meio que me acalmo e consigo seguir feliz, sem  preocupações. Estavamos conversando via &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#008080;"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt; e,  achei que o assunto cabia eu falar e falei o quanto o &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;admiro&lt;/span&gt; e que isso despertou um sentimento diferente em mim. Então  ele alegou que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sentia igualmente um interesse por mim  igualmente bacana. Mas logo abandonou a idéia devido a  distância.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Isso mexeu comigo a tal ponto que estou  achando que devo ter me apaixonado, e, por um lado isso é péssimo... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Se pelo menos eu tivesse uma chance".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Estou querendo de tudo me afastar, ter um  tempo só comigo pra ver se esqueço e paro dessa &lt;span style="font-size:6;color:#800080;"&gt;bobeira&lt;/span&gt; de me apaixonar ... não vale a pena isso. Não vale ...   :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queria que você apenas admiração, mas  além disso percebo que existe um algo mais.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sei que é egoísmo meu, mas tem hora que é  melhor guardar as palavras e os sentimentos pra si ao invés de falar merda... só  que dess vez falei, assumi que ele mexe com meus sentimentos  ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... Ligia, idiota perceba que você&lt;span style="font-size:7;color:#808000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;NÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tem chance, &lt;span style="color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nunca teve&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240607515894091433-3255277257448191850?l=ligia-mfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ligia-mfs.blogspot.com/feeds/3255277257448191850/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ligia-mfs.blogspot.com/2009/06/nunca-tive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240607515894091433/posts/default/3255277257448191850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240607515894091433/posts/default/3255277257448191850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ligia-mfs.blogspot.com/2009/06/nunca-tive.html' title='nunca tive'/><author><name>Mrs Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15954314077409101059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cf2Zaa63T14/SwnB6vohYKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/VRfqkAE--g4/S220/il_430xN.86859219.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240607515894091433.post-4624554165046720430</id><published>2009-04-21T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T11:59:50.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Onde me achar</title><content type='html'>Como primeiro post vou fazer algo (in)útil ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.meadiciona.com/ligiah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240607515894091433-4624554165046720430?l=ligia-mfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ligia-mfs.blogspot.com/feeds/4624554165046720430/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ligia-mfs.blogspot.com/2009/04/onde-me-achar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240607515894091433/posts/default/4624554165046720430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3240607515894091433/posts/default/4624554165046720430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ligia-mfs.blogspot.com/2009/04/onde-me-achar.html' title='Onde me achar'/><author><name>Mrs Silverfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15954314077409101059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cf2Zaa63T14/SwnB6vohYKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/VRfqkAE--g4/S220/il_430xN.86859219.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
