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garupa.&lt;br /&gt;bem normal, né?&lt;br /&gt;não fosse pela calcinha fio dental que ela usava, ela tava de calça branca. e não era uma calça branca qualquer, era uma calça mega transparente. tão transparente que eu não conseguia olhar pra mais nada. só fiquei pensando como ela conseguia andar com uma calcinha tão enfiada no rabo.&lt;br /&gt;ainda bem que eu não tava sozinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;observação: a roupa parecia ser um uniforme de enfermeira, espero que tivesse um jaleco ou algo do tipo. espero mesmo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-916542490174834090?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/916542490174834090/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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desespere.</title><content type='html'>o ano já começou faz um tempo, 3 meses, mas tinha aquela coisa: 'nossa, olha o carnval! deixa pra depois do carnaval.' deixar pra fazer coisas depois do carnaval é a atitude mais imbecil que existe, porque depois do carnaval sempre tem a gripe. e que gripe.&lt;br /&gt;alguém que ir no liceu e se passar por mim? qualquer coisa liga, to na cama cheia de remédio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-1831629613595275629?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/1831629613595275629/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=1831629613595275629' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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legal, incrível que esse ano eu nem pensei em resoluções, coisas pra fazer desse novo ano, um ano melhor. vai entender.&lt;br /&gt;no dia 31 eu bebi muito e terminei dormindo no sofá da casa de pedro, acordar com sol na cara não é legal.&lt;br /&gt;quero viajar, juntar dinheiro, passar um tempo fora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-3036504015833168936?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/3036504015833168936/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=3036504015833168936' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/3036504015833168936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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BEM grande.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;esse ano foi bem legal e só agora eu realizei isso, emagreci 40 quilos, consegui emprego. até academia eu fiz. sim, porque a pessoa aqui não tem saco pra continuar na academia, eu sei que deveria, que é massa pras pelancas, mas tem que ter saco e olha só.. eu sou mulher.&lt;br /&gt;que sabe em 2009 eu volto, amanha eu malho.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;de calor eu entendo e as coisas mudam, eu posso perder 40 quilos, mas o calor de Recife é o mesmo, aquele quente abafado, uma delícia.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-974219675070363922?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/974219675070363922/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=974219675070363922' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/974219675070363922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/974219675070363922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/2008/12/40.html' title='-40,'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269620311441907919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrdRJjkbfG0/SU6YabCdlTI/AAAAAAAAAZY/lIjzNfzW8cc/s72-c/40.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-3175566438725467159</id><published>2008-07-31T18:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T18:08:39.060-03:00</updated><title type='text'>aquele tipo de coisa:</title><content type='html'>depois eu escrevo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nota mental:&lt;br /&gt;'Quando se sente a orelha esquerda queimar, morde-se a língua para que a pessoa que se acha falando mal da gente também morda a língua.'&lt;br /&gt;eu achava que a pessoa falava uns nomes e depois mordia o dedo mindinho.&lt;br /&gt;vai saber.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-3175566438725467159?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/3175566438725467159/comments/default' title='Postar 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-7552691946969195186</id><published>2008-07-09T11:41:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T11:50:13.818-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;ontem eu cheguei em casa, tomei um banho, deitei na cama e fui dar uma olhadinha na programação da tv aberta. tava começando profissão repórter sobre como as pessoas ganham a vida com o sexo, seja tendo um cinema pornô, tirando a roupa ao som de britney pra poder estudar bale clássico durante o dia, ou fazendo ponto em BR e tendo que se drogar com crack pra agüentar. foi aquele programa assim: olha amanda: é tu que quando passa na domingos ferreira fica meio triste, ne? pois é, agora agüenta que no próximo bloco vai passar uma senhora com 73 anos que faz ponto em SP faz uns 60 anos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-7552691946969195186?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/7552691946969195186/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=7552691946969195186' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/7552691946969195186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/7552691946969195186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269620311441907919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-1741768365371762360</id><published>2008-06-16T13:46:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T13:58:47.094-03:00</updated><title type='text'>sempre serei seu amigo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;foi assim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* eu comecei o regime&lt;br /&gt;* eu perdi quase 20 quilos, mas ainda espero o médico voltar.. pra eu me pesar na balança linda dele.&lt;br /&gt;* usei umas duas ou três blusas de cor&lt;br /&gt;* troquei meu celular&lt;br /&gt;* minha mãe teve problemas no coração e eu achei que eu ia morrer&lt;br /&gt;* meu irmão mora em outro estado&lt;br /&gt;* o são joão ta chegando&lt;br /&gt;* eu morro de medo de traque de massa&lt;br /&gt;* tenho duas formaturas e um casamento, eu não indo vocês pessoas já entendam: ela não tinha roupa&lt;br /&gt;* to de férias&lt;br /&gt;* tenho que devolver dois livros pra biblioteca&lt;br /&gt;* tenho medo de esquecer&lt;br /&gt;* quero cortar mais meu cabelo&lt;br /&gt;* mas queria mesmo era parecer que perdi tanto peso&lt;br /&gt;* essa chuva não dá uma trégua, tenho medo das águas e o cheiro de bostinha de cachorro&lt;br /&gt;* faz uns 3 dias que eu to com dor de cabeça, melhora e volta.&lt;br /&gt;* nem sempre eu coloco ponto, só quando eu quero.&lt;br /&gt;* em setembro eu devo ir pra buenos aires. porque ta tão barato né, minha gente.&lt;br /&gt;* alguém me disse: aproveita as oportunidades e não julga tudo antes de fazer, essas coisas meio auto-ajuda&lt;br /&gt;* e num é que ta funcionando&lt;br /&gt;* tirando eu ter um buraco dentro de mim, que só pensa em comida sempre - minha mãe ter tido a coisa aê e eu ainda não saber como vai ser e talz - e a minha dor de cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;* declaro que está tudo bem, porque podia estar pior, to bem poliana hoje.&lt;br /&gt;RÁ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ps: não sei porque a existência do *.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-1741768365371762360?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/1741768365371762360/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=1741768365371762360' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/1741768365371762360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/1741768365371762360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/2008/06/sempre-serei-seu-amigo.html' title='sempre serei seu amigo.'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269620311441907919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-6705566108920669086</id><published>2008-05-31T12:10:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:30:42.640-03:00</updated><title type='text'>achei mó legal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrdRJjkbfG0/SEFrRLs0DII/AAAAAAAAAT0/_ZfMzXp8VDo/s1600-h/capinhadomeudiscoridjiculo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrdRJjkbfG0/SEFrRLs0DII/AAAAAAAAAT0/_ZfMzXp8VDo/s400/capinhadomeudiscoridjiculo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206560587159702658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faça a sua também, mas veja bem.. não pode ficar apertando f5.&lt;br /&gt;eu bem que queria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) acesse &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special" rel="nofollow noindex external"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special&lt;/a&gt;:Random - o título da primeira página aleatória que aparecer será o nome da sua banda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) vá pra &lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3" rel="nofollow noindex external"&gt;http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3&lt;/a&gt; - as últimas quatro palavras da última frase da página formarão o título do seu disco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) acesse &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/" rel="nofollow noindex external"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/&lt;/a&gt; - a terceira foto, não importa qual seja, será a capa do seu disco.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrdRJjkbfG0/SEFrRLs0DII/AAAAAAAAAT0/_ZfMzXp8VDo/s72-c/capinhadomeudiscoridjiculo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-803151192830954866</id><published>2008-04-27T22:56:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T23:06:02.424-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast in Bed.</title><content type='html'>levei uma banho de chuva hoje, sai correndo. foi massa, ainda bem que tava perto de casa.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;adoro que agora, eu amo tomar água.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;tenho que comprar dvd-r.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;comprar presente dos meninos.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;comprar roupa.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;continuar achando que tomar água é uma déli.&lt;div 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Bed.'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269620311441907919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-7173796632713516814</id><published>2008-04-18T09:32:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T09:32:43.436-03:00</updated><title type='text'>abigobal.</title><content type='html'>tirei 9.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-7173796632713516814?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/7173796632713516814/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=7173796632713516814' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/7173796632713516814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/7173796632713516814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/2008/04/abigobal.html' title='abigobal.'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269620311441907919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-3000152974953364791</id><published>2008-04-17T16:18:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T16:32:59.560-03:00</updated><title type='text'>,</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;a pessoa gorda se sentir fraca é tão ridículo.&lt;br /&gt;mas é isso, hoje eu tive que me esforçar muito pra respirar, sei o que foi aquilo não.&lt;br /&gt;sim, eu estou comendo tudo direito. e quem sabe seja um virose, ne? (:|)&lt;br /&gt;tudo isso deve ser pelo fato deu ter que ir na católica, ninguém merece. tenho que ir lá, porque eu não consigo achar que tirei uma nota boa, mesmo sabendo que eu tirei. uma barra.&lt;br /&gt;acho que começou mesmo quando o professor me entregou um exercício que valia 3 pontos e a minha nota foi 2,5.&lt;br /&gt;sim, 2,5 é uma nota boa, eu sei, mas eu abri a porra do papel e fui procurar alguma coisa riscada, ne. algum sinal que demonstrasse que eu tinha errado ou alguma interrogação mostrando que faltou falar de tópico que era de suma importância. finalmente, achei umas palavras com letras enormes e em caneta vermelha: SEJA MAIS CRÍTICA, QUERO CONHECER AS SUAS IDÉIAS.&lt;br /&gt;não, professor. não queira conhecer as minhas idéias.&lt;br /&gt;é isso ae, já já eu vou pra faculdade. vou chegar lá, olhar minha nota e deus queira que eu volte pra casa achando que eu sou patética. veremos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-3000152974953364791?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/3000152974953364791/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=3000152974953364791' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/3000152974953364791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/3000152974953364791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title=','/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269620311441907919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-5914497224839115209</id><published>2008-03-29T14:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T14:14:01.393-03:00</updated><title type='text'>gklvnfsovnb´gHVNFKNGUG~dklfj´fgh</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.comicvine.com/dating/widget/&amp;amp;q0=3&amp;amp;q1=3&amp;amp;q2=4&amp;amp;q3=5&amp;amp;q4=4&amp;amp;q5=3&amp;amp;q6=4&amp;amp;q7=4&amp;amp;q8=4&amp;amp;q9=3&amp;amp;q10=1&amp;amp;q11=1&amp;amp;q12=5&amp;amp;q13=4&amp;amp;q14=5&amp;amp;q15=5&amp;amp;q16=3&amp;amp;q17=5&amp;amp;q18=5&amp;amp;q19=5&amp;amp;q20=4&amp;amp;q21=3&amp;amp;q22=3&amp;amp;q23=1&amp;amp;q24=5&amp;amp;q25=4&amp;amp;q26=1&amp;amp;q27=3&amp;amp;q28=3&amp;amp;q29=3&amp;amp;q30=5&amp;amp;q31=5&amp;amp;q32=4&amp;amp;q33=5&amp;amp;q34=4&amp;amp;gId=1" width="308" height="700" scrolling="no" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-5914497224839115209?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/5914497224839115209/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=5914497224839115209' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/5914497224839115209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/5914497224839115209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/2008/03/gklvnfsovnbghvnfkngugdklfjfgh.html' title='gklvnfsovnb´gHVNFKNGUG~dklfj´fgh'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269620311441907919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-3548505384067470881</id><published>2008-03-13T23:49:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T23:56:40.010-03:00</updated><title type='text'>too drunk to dream.</title><content type='html'>a verdade é que ja faz um tempo que eu to meio puta com tudo e escrever post tristinho e chatinho em blog é um saco, porque depois voce vai ler e fica pensando: jesus, como sou ridiculinha.&lt;br /&gt;ai agora eu fiquei pensando, falar sobre musica? nêêm.&lt;br /&gt;eu so tenho estudado, visto minhas porcarias e jogado poker. no facebook mesmo, uma coisa assim, bem saudavel.&lt;br /&gt;sempre tem a yoga que eu vou começar a fazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e agora vamos fazer um brinde, um brinde a tpm e aos dias que voce falta aula e ligam te dizendo que teve barraco. timtim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-3548505384067470881?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/3548505384067470881/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=3548505384067470881' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/3548505384067470881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/3548505384067470881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/2008/03/too-drunk-to-dream.html' title='too drunk to dream.'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269620311441907919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-8169709452345660843</id><published>2008-02-15T12:26:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T12:45:34.342-03:00</updated><title type='text'>no I can't find my peace of mind without you.</title><content type='html'>sabe aquelas músicas que você escuta em qualquer época da vida e te anima?&lt;br /&gt;pois é, farei agora um top 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP 10 MÚSICAS ALEGRES DA MINHA VIDA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Buddha's Delight - Haley Bennett ( eu acho, toca em música e letra)&lt;br /&gt;09. A Girl Like You - Instituto Mexicano Del Sonido&lt;br /&gt;08. When My Boy Walks Down The Street - The Magnetic Fields&lt;br /&gt;07. Lucky - Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;06. We Used To Be Friends - The Dandy Warhols&lt;br /&gt;05. If You Leave - OMD&lt;br /&gt;04. Black Waves/Bad Vibrations - Arcade Fire&lt;br /&gt;03. Metal Heart - Cat Power&lt;br /&gt;02. Little Honda - Yo La Tengo&lt;br /&gt;01. Mr disco - New Order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acho que na próxima eu faço top 50.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-8169709452345660843?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/8169709452345660843/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=8169709452345660843' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/8169709452345660843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/8169709452345660843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-i-cant-find-my-peace-of-mind-without.html' title='no I can&apos;t find my peace of mind without you.'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269620311441907919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-4462147126880131672</id><published>2008-01-27T17:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T17:28:18.387-03:00</updated><title type='text'>get up get out.</title><content type='html'>escrevi várias coisas, apaguei várias coisas, uma loucura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiz minha matrícula,&lt;br /&gt;encontrei com colegas,&lt;br /&gt;vi seriados, filme,&lt;br /&gt;brinquei com dex,&lt;br /&gt;li livros,&lt;br /&gt;matei muito tempo,&lt;br /&gt;senti saudades,&lt;br /&gt;juntei muitos créditos no celular,&lt;br /&gt;lavei meu cabelo várias vezes,&lt;br /&gt;pintei a unha umas 30 vezes,&lt;br /&gt;meu cabelo cresceu,&lt;br /&gt;eu comprei muitos cacarecos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e tu ainda não voltou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-4462147126880131672?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/4462147126880131672/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=4462147126880131672' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/4462147126880131672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/4462147126880131672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/2008/01/get-up-get-out.html' title='get up get out.'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269620311441907919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-766304404812601910</id><published>2008-01-20T01:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T01:19:45.257-03:00</updated><title type='text'>nhá.</title><content type='html'>eu tava querendo postar aqui faz uns dias, sempre abro o blogger e a idéia vai embora. mas acho que é basicamente que eu amo meus amigos, que todo mundo sabe que eu não sou uma pessoa muito efusiva com os meus sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;queria deixar claro isso, amo todos. os que eu vejo quase todo dia e que quando passo um dia sem ver, parece que passei 1 semana presa, amo os que parece que eu converso todo dia, mesmo estando bem longe e nos falando por poucos emails mínimos por causa do tempo, amo os que me abrigaram e que são irmãos pra mim, amo o bá, amo os que nem estão mais presentes na minha vida e sim no meu coração.essa é amanda, a pessoa que ta com talvez uma tpm. mas aproveita, cara, que é amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-766304404812601910?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/766304404812601910/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=766304404812601910' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/766304404812601910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/766304404812601910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/2008/01/nh.html' title='nhá.'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269620311441907919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-2318294073303035759</id><published>2008-01-13T13:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:30:43.072-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CAICÓOOO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrdRJjkbfG0/R4o720_7kaI/AAAAAAAAARs/LQZA_cKiH6E/s1600-h/12-01-08_130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154998536604717474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" 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href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/2008/01/caicooo.html' title='CAICÓOOO!'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269620311441907919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrdRJjkbfG0/R4o720_7kaI/AAAAAAAAARs/LQZA_cKiH6E/s72-c/12-01-08_130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-1545776300669300691</id><published>2008-01-05T11:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T11:52:26.283-03:00</updated><title type='text'>cof cof.</title><content type='html'>sou catarro, minha garganta dói e tá tudo ótimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não consigo parar de escutar adele, mas um dia eu supero. será?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vou ali assoar o nariz, tá começando a ficar uma coisa: 2girls1cup.com .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-1545776300669300691?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/1545776300669300691/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=1545776300669300691' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/1545776300669300691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/1545776300669300691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/2008/01/cof-cof.html' title='cof cof.'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269620311441907919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-988640542846561894</id><published>2008-01-02T19:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:30:43.265-03:00</updated><title type='text'>chasing pavements.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrdRJjkbfG0/R3wQ4k_7kVI/AAAAAAAAAQc/XinZyc7abN8/s1600-h/adele.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151010637995544914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrdRJjkbfG0/R3wQ4k_7kVI/AAAAAAAAAQc/XinZyc7abN8/s320/adele.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/adelelondon"&gt;escutem ela.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e vejam o video: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qz7vGW2_5c0"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qz7vGW2_5c0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teoricamente o cd dela só sai dia 21 de janeiro, mas boa parte já vazou.. tem só que ter paciência pra procurar com calma no slsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feliz ano novo, rapeizi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-988640542846561894?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/988640542846561894/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=988640542846561894' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-7665048282102270966</id><published>2007-12-21T00:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:30:43.527-03:00</updated><title type='text'>clap!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;palmas pro bis branco!&lt;/span&gt;                                                                                &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;palmas pro bis branco!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrdRJjkbfG0/R2s0OE_7kUI/AAAAAAAAAQU/QzGfueViKW4/s1600-h/bis.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146264415665623362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrdRJjkbfG0/R2s0OE_7kUI/AAAAAAAAAQU/QzGfueViKW4/s320/bis.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;palmas pro bis branco!&lt;/span&gt;                                                                            &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;palmas pro bis branco!&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/8570863-7665048282102270966?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/7665048282102270966/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=7665048282102270966' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/7665048282102270966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/7665048282102270966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/2007/12/clap.html' title='clap!'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269620311441907919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrdRJjkbfG0/R2s0OE_7kUI/AAAAAAAAAQU/QzGfueViKW4/s72-c/bis.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-1384696046045549613</id><published>2007-12-19T22:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T23:09:33.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'>é daí que vende bolinhos?!</title><content type='html'>eu adoro fazer sobremesa, fazer coisas doces. eu não sou uma formiga e quase sempre como o que eu fiz só pra provar, meio que rola um abuso, sabe.&lt;br /&gt;não, não dá pra saber porque é loucura mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu acho que comecei a fazer bolo com uns 11 anos, algo assim. aquela coisa, você ta em casa sem fazer nada, ai ta vendo tv e aquele tédio bate. a pessoa começa a andar&lt;br /&gt;pela casa e termina olhando se tem ovo, margarina, leite, açúcar, farinha de trigo, .. essas coisas básicas que um bolo precisa pra existir.&lt;br /&gt;você acha que nessa época, não ter um dos ingredientes fundamentais pra bater um bolo ia me impedir de ir em frente? claro que não. não tem margarina? coloca mais ovo, ta sem leite? coloca suco de laranja, acabou a farinha de trigo? coloca farinha de mandioca. as outras opções ate que ficaram comestíveis, a farinha não deu. pasme.&lt;br /&gt;ai a pessoa foi ficando com um pouco mais de juízo na cabeça e passou a só fazer quando os ingredientes estavam lindo e saborosos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu comecei a falar sobre meus bolos porque essa semana eu comprei uma forma lenda. enorme! vou fazer um bolo de chocolate lendo pro dia 25 e um ciúme médio. vai ficar déli, hein.&lt;br /&gt;ciúme é tipo queijadinha, mas aqui em casa chama de ciúme mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu queria ter um café bem lindo, onde eu fizesse os bolos e meus amigos sempre fossem pra comer um bolinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ps.: um segredo pro bolo crescer bem bonito é usar tudo em temperatura ambiente e não comer pedaço do bolo e cobrir com cobertura. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-1384696046045549613?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/1384696046045549613/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=1384696046045549613' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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porcaria, por e cadeira começou.&lt;br /&gt;a gente viu &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0119809/"&gt;nowhere&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;e surtou, filme lindo. várias flexões, tem gente que até hoje que não entende. mas que pena, né? eita, é?&lt;br /&gt;ai hoje vai passar &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0780608/"&gt;smiley face&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;, eu achei meio conhecido o nome do &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000777/"&gt;diretor&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;, mas nem fui olhar quem era, até que a por se ligou e foi lendo.&lt;br /&gt;espero que seja tão bom quanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;alyssa: you smell like a wet dog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;elvis: Complainin'? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;alyssa: Nope. [giggles]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;alyssa: Meow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-8417804044769050320?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/8417804044769050320/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=8417804044769050320' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/8417804044769050320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/8417804044769050320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/2007/12/how-about-you-sit-on-my-face-and-cut.html' title='how about you sit on my face and cut a nice, big, juicy fart?'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269620311441907919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-7817085706158204395</id><published>2007-12-15T13:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T14:10:39.799-03:00</updated><title type='text'>eu e meus 15 anos.</title><content type='html'>hoje é sábado e eu nem tenho que pensar em trabalhos e segunda-feira eu não tenho aula. hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu quero fazer algo super animado dia 24, tava pensando em pôquer aqui em casa.&lt;br /&gt;aquela velha cortina de fumaça e todo mundo vendendo a mãe pra poder ganhar mais umas fichas, mas as pessoas viajam e sempre tem alguma coisa importante.&lt;br /&gt;mesmo assim alguns vips já toparam. vai ser lendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;triste como ontem eu fui pra airelag sabendo que tinha que voltar cedo, mesmo que estivesse super mega animado e tivesse um cara tesudão me querendo e a gente já estivesse rebolando juntos, porque a por tinha que dar aula hoje e tínhamos combinado de voltar numa hora razoável. o triste - que eu falei no começo desse "parágrafo" - é que não deu vontade de ficar, mesmo que a por tivesse alguem pra voltar com ela e tal.&lt;br /&gt;sabe como é? eu ando meio sem saco de beber pra fazer a coisa valer a pena.&lt;br /&gt;sábado passado eu não bebi, e foi lendo.&lt;br /&gt;acho que voltei pros meus 15 anos, quando eu não bebia horrores e me divertia litros.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-7817085706158204395?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-7669943192766823844</id><published>2007-12-11T11:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:30:43.741-03:00</updated><title type='text'>pessoas do meu brasil:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrdRJjkbfG0/R16fwTnSrvI/AAAAAAAAAPc/1zqZx8h-t-M/s1600-h/beleza2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142723476751298290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrdRJjkbfG0/R16fwTnSrvI/AAAAAAAAAPc/1zqZx8h-t-M/s320/beleza2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sutiã com alça de silicone, nunca foi e nem nunca vai ser bonito. você não usa nunca, você não compra nunca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;não entendo como é melhor ter fitas durex no ombro, do que a alça comum de um sutiã. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-7669943192766823844?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/7669943192766823844/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=7669943192766823844' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/7669943192766823844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/7669943192766823844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/2007/12/pessoas-do-meu-brasil.html' title='pessoas do meu brasil:'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269620311441907919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrdRJjkbfG0/R16fwTnSrvI/AAAAAAAAAPc/1zqZx8h-t-M/s72-c/beleza2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-3047246255276657132</id><published>2007-12-09T23:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:30:45.266-03:00</updated><title type='text'>all things go, all things go.</title><content type='html'>eu to com tanta vontade que o natal chegue, abraçar as pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;geralmente eu odeio essa época do ano e tal, mas sei lá.. tirando o fato que casa forte fica cada dia pior com esse trânsito e com o plaza maior.. tá tudo lendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoje até procurei imagens de natal no google, vê o nível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acho que devia rolar uma ciranda de natal, todos lindos cantando chicago de Sufjan Stevens.&lt;br /&gt;quero felicidade pra todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrdRJjkbfG0/R1yvMTnSruI/AAAAAAAAAPU/L1moi1KH_n8/s1600-h/papel-de-parede-papai-noel-natal-wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142177500508630754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrdRJjkbfG0/R1yvMTnSruI/AAAAAAAAAPU/L1moi1KH_n8/s320/papel-de-parede-papai-noel-natal-wallpaper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrdRJjkbfG0/R1ytTDnSrtI/AAAAAAAAAPM/6AxX6CL93XI/s1600-h/papel-de-parede-papai-noel-natal-wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrdRJjkbfG0/R1yscjnSrsI/AAAAAAAAAPE/C3gc94fc9HQ/s1600-h/buffy_angel1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142174481146621634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrdRJjkbfG0/R1yscjnSrsI/AAAAAAAAAPE/C3gc94fc9HQ/s320/buffy_angel1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrdRJjkbfG0/R1yqujnSrrI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GXrUXrStIzM/s1600-h/pai-natal-tarado_6274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142172591361011378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrdRJjkbfG0/R1yqujnSrrI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GXrUXrStIzM/s320/pai-natal-tarado_6274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrdRJjkbfG0/R1yqmznSrqI/AAAAAAAAAO0/oN16UTdeHig/s1600-h/neige-tintin-avec-sapin-joyeux-noel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142172458217025186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrdRJjkbfG0/R1yqmznSrqI/AAAAAAAAAO0/oN16UTdeHig/s320/neige-tintin-avec-sapin-joyeux-noel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrdRJjkbfG0/R1yqNznSrpI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Jx8Z-vczpTY/s1600-h/EstrelasdeNatal.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142172028720295570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrdRJjkbfG0/R1yqNznSrpI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Jx8Z-vczpTY/s320/EstrelasdeNatal.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrdRJjkbfG0/R1yqBTnSroI/AAAAAAAAAOk/797d27UM9gA/s1600-h/arvore%20de%20natal.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142171813971930754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrdRJjkbfG0/R1yqBTnSroI/AAAAAAAAAOk/797d27UM9gA/s320/arvore%2520de%2520natal.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-3047246255276657132?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/3047246255276657132/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=3047246255276657132' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-3937246170141380917</id><published>2007-12-08T11:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T11:34:27.765-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ontem eu vi uma estrela cadente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-3937246170141380917?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/3937246170141380917/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=3937246170141380917' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/3937246170141380917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/3937246170141380917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/2007/12/ontem-eu-vi-uma-estrela-cadente.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269620311441907919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-400393465978988159</id><published>2007-12-07T01:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T01:20:21.805-03:00</updated><title type='text'>o dia que tocou dream attack numa festinha.</title><content type='html'>sim, eu gosto muito de new order,  e sábado passado foi muito lindo, tava tocando músicas super batidas dos anos 80 e tocou dream attack. foi mágico, sabe aquela música que você escuta em casa pulando e nunca acha que vai tocar na pista de dança? essa é uma desse tipo pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;claro que não ficou viva alma, não era aquele hit, mas quem se importa? sei que o cara com roupinha coladinha se garantiu, tinha catchiguria.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-400393465978988159?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/400393465978988159/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=400393465978988159' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/400393465978988159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/400393465978988159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/2007/12/o-dia-que-tocou-dream-attack-numa.html' title='o dia que tocou dream attack numa festinha.'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269620311441907919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-3398588912894667093</id><published>2007-12-05T22:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:30:45.653-03:00</updated><title type='text'>caderninho de desenhos da professora mirian.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrdRJjkbfG0/R1dVShLkYJI/AAAAAAAAAOc/oDWtyUXD1a4/s1600-h/trianboli.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140671276299608210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrdRJjkbfG0/R1dVShLkYJI/AAAAAAAAAOc/oDWtyUXD1a4/s320/trianboli.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fiz a tatuagem, na verdade, fiz as tatuagens. ia fazer só o triângulo, mas ai ia ficar numero par e não pode, ou seja, terminei fazendo a bolinha que eu já queria fazer e ia deixar pra outra ocasião.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fica claro que é um triângulo retângulo e uma bola, mas as pessoas não entendem como eu posso querer tatuar isso, se você for uma pessoa que eu considero, vou super querer te explicar. mas deixo bem claro, não tem poesia no significado, talvez loucura.. mas só. a bola doeu mmmmmoooooiiiito, não recomendo esse lugar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: não tatuei nenhuma piada interna no meu corpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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mirian.'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269620311441907919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrdRJjkbfG0/R1dVShLkYJI/AAAAAAAAAOc/oDWtyUXD1a4/s72-c/trianboli.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-564074947671381740</id><published>2007-12-05T15:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T15:44:41.359-03:00</updated><title type='text'>hey, upper east siders.</title><content type='html'>minhas provas e trabalhos já quase passaram, só falta entregar um projeto na sexta e assinar muitas atas. com isso o ano acaba, depois é só fazer a cecília e curtir o começo das minhas férias antes do natal, que eu acho, espero, que ano que vem acaba essa mamata de férias e vida de malandro.&lt;br /&gt;você sabe quando o ano passou rápido, quando:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* nem parece que você trancou a faculdade, viajou pra europa, que era um sonho, conheceu um monte lugares legais e nem parece que foi nesse ano, parece que já faz uns 3 anos que eu fui;&lt;br /&gt;* quando já vai fazer 1 ano da morte da sua vó, que morreu do nada, na véspera de natal e deixou toda a família abalada;&lt;br /&gt;* que o ano que foi nulo pra sua vida amorosa, você não teve nada de importante e significativo, mas ao mesmo tempo você conseguiu altos avanços no seu lado pessoal com você e migomesma.&lt;br /&gt;*e por ai vai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o ano foi lindo, ao mesmo tempo que parece fazer muito tempo que você entrou num pau de arara, você como pessoa normal sabe que foi esse ano, que eu conheci coisas maravilhosas, comi coisas maravilhosas, visitei banheiros lindos e alguns tristes, que encontrei com bambi e ana. que fiz nada com bambi e ana, que bebi com bambi e ana, que conheci lugares, fui num bar que vendia oxigênio, ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voltei pra faculdade pra uma turma de loucos, que realmente me deixam com medo, mas conheci duas pessoas bem legais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que post é esse, minha gente? juro que não to na tpm e inferno astral já passou faz uma data.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu vou ali pegar minhas roupas de fim de ano, que esse ano vai ser um luxo. quero muita pompa, num estilo bem gossip girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e a pergunta fica no ar, o que farei no fim de ano? esse ano eu resolvi não decidir nada antes, vai ser uma coisa louca, e tu vai ver, ano que vem vou começar o post falando de como foi uma loucura, meo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depois conto mais 9dades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-564074947671381740?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-6597209981528875307</id><published>2007-11-28T12:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T12:57:00.847-03:00</updated><title type='text'>olha, sinceramente.</title><content type='html'>tempo pra fazer porra nenhuma é uma coisa que ja tem uns dias que eu sei o que é, to cansada.&lt;br /&gt;muito, muito trabalho.. mas é bom, né? teoricamente a gente se sente util, ou isso é o que dizem.&lt;br /&gt;o ano basicamente acabou e eu nem sei o que vou fazer no ano novo, só tenho certeza que terei uma ceia de natal linda com tudo que tenho direito, com pompa e luxo.&lt;br /&gt;ano passado foi uma barra.&lt;br /&gt;então eu tenho milhões de coisas essa semana, quero fazer minha tatuagem sexta, comprar presentes de natal, beber, ver seriados com a por, fazer uns colares, ... essas coisas básicas do meu mundo cotidiano.&lt;div 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sinceramente.'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269620311441907919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-7670312532092240336</id><published>2007-11-23T00:51:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T00:57:12.291-03:00</updated><title type='text'>bora arrastar o cu no chão? 1,2,3.. já!</title><content type='html'>meu celular funciona no meu quarto, felicidade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a pessoa ainda nao deu sinal de vida, eu acho absurdo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amanhã tenho um seminário pra apresentar, sobre oralidade e letramento, uma coisa super fina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu voto por um mundo com pessoas mais relaxadas, e vc?&lt;div 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já!'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269620311441907919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-2359817158677108619</id><published>2007-11-19T09:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T09:51:53.713-03:00</updated><title type='text'>sonho meu.</title><content type='html'>um sonho que eu tenho é voltar a conseguir falar ao celular dentro da minha casa, porque comprei esse celular em bruxelas - porque eu tinha perdido o carregador do outro - e terminou que ele só dá sinal se eu ficar deitada na minha cama, é ótimo, sabe..&lt;br /&gt;eu to almoçando, ai o cel toca.. eu tenho duas opções: ou 1-  paro de almoçar e deito&lt;br /&gt;na minha cama e tento falar com a pessoa ou 2 - eu vou pra fora da casa e fico no jardim, curtindo aquele sol.&lt;br /&gt;por isso to indo na claro, trocar o meu cel, ta valendo até um com luz azul, veremos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; obs.: o sinal aqui de casa nunca me ajudou muito, mas nunca foi assim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-2359817158677108619?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/2359817158677108619/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=2359817158677108619' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/2359817158677108619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/2359817158677108619'/><link rel='alternate' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-3251466189865871946</id><published>2007-11-11T00:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T00:23:25.020-03:00</updated><title type='text'>out for a walk, bitch.</title><content type='html'>tanta coisa aconteceu e eu aqui sem tempo pra contar, foi assim.. angel foi embora e buffy foi pra faculdade, a escola foi meio que puff&lt;br /&gt;mesmo, e a puta foi se tratar. então oz deixou willow e willow virou sapa, minha gente. ai oz volta e willow tá com uma sapa-monga, ai sapa monga vira super best de todos, xander tá com anyanka, né. e toda a vibe, ai buffy morre, e super bruxa willow tira da terra e do paraíso e coloca buffy de volta na terra, antes disso apareceu uma chave, mas é tão chatinha que nem vale falar, ai mãe de buffy morre, foi uma barra. chorei horrores, e angel aparece, minha gente, chorei litros, um pote e meio de sorvete kibon.&lt;br /&gt;buffy louca, né. tenta sentir algo e começa a foder com spike, eu acho que ela fez certo, mas terminou que spike ficou meio louquinho, o coitado.&lt;br /&gt;ai parece que angel ainda volta umas duas vezes, mas nada confirmado. anya morre.. e não quero mais saber de nada.&lt;br /&gt;só sei que foi muito lindo no baile quando angel apareceu e dançou com buffy, me caguei toda.vai fazer uma falta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-3251466189865871946?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/3251466189865871946/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=3251466189865871946' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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CHAME SUA MÃE, SUA TIA, SUA SOGRA! O CÔRO VAI COMER! RÚ!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-7893943584240061855?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/7893943584240061855/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=7893943584240061855' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/7893943584240061855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/7893943584240061855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/2007/11/me-tu-no-sabe-o-que-aconteceu-os-caras.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269620311441907919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-5188378398687134706</id><published>2007-11-01T09:58:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T10:21:12.109-03:00</updated><title type='text'>não me entenda errado..</title><content type='html'>eu amo ganhar presente, mas tem todo aquele trauma de natal* e outras coisas, eu&lt;br /&gt;gosto mesmo é de dar presentes, de pensar no presente, de pensar em frescurinhas pra pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniversário de chico foi ontem e comprei presente pra ele, eu achava que o presente ia chegar ontem, mas a americanas.com me mandou um e-mail me implorando 2 dias úteis pra eles procurarem mais no estoque, to só esperando outro e-mail dizendo que &lt;em&gt;olha, realmente a gente não achou. como a senhora deseja prosseguir?&lt;/em&gt; odeio esses e-mail automáticos, eu nunca sei se vale a pena responder, essas coisas.&lt;br /&gt;pois é, então eu queria ter dado presente pra chico ontem, não rolou, então eu queria dar presente sábado, e quem acha que vai chegar hoje ou amanhã feriado? é, foi o que eu pensei. ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;segunda é aniversário da por, ou seja, &lt;em&gt;cerveja&lt;/em&gt; eu não vou comprar nada pela internet que eu fiquei traumatizada, ai lá vai amanda no shopping recife comprar alguma coisa bonita e feminina. sim, eu já sei o que comprar. não, eu não sei se vou encontrar. sim, eu queria ser rica nessas horas. e não, eu to lisa e vou vender minha alma pro monstro do cartão de crédito.&lt;br /&gt;sim, tô meio dramática, acordei com uma cólica chata e o site que eu jogo sinuca não ta abrindo.&lt;br /&gt;ai eu fiquei pensando com meu teclado: será que esse site só abre depois das 10h? porque shopping só abre depois das 10h, podia ser um acordo entre lojas do entretenimento.&lt;br /&gt;vai saber, né. nunca tive parentes comerciantes, porque até pensei que eu podia ligar pra me informar, mas de que adianta quando a sua família é toda da lei?&lt;br /&gt;vou tentar no site de novo, dar aquele velho f5, rapidinho..  nada, nada mais chato que apertar f5 e voltar pra página do google, poxa eu não quero pesquisar no google, eu quero jogar sinuca.&lt;br /&gt;não acho justo, muito menos digno.&lt;br /&gt;então acho que é chegada a hora, vou me arrumar e ir comprar o presente da por.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * quando minha mãe colocava o presente do lado da minha cama e eu acordava, abria de ladinho pra ver o que era e poder mostrar que eu tinha gostado, são muitos problemas dentro de uma cabecinha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-375920467061794141</id><published>2007-10-29T20:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:30:46.062-03:00</updated><title type='text'>homemdoscopos.jpg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrdRJjkbfG0/RyZyy8EP0_I/AAAAAAAAALo/aEz30GCUi_w/s1600-h/homem+dos+copos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126911445250855922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrdRJjkbfG0/RyZyy8EP0_I/AAAAAAAAALo/aEz30GCUi_w/s320/homem+dos+copos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eu tinha esquecido como adoro essa foto, tava nesse bar em amsterdã e esse cara com o sorriso no rosto tava recolhendo os copos, e eu louca querendo tirar foto, mas aquela velha vergonha não deixava. até que o namorado de xanda foi e pediu pra tirar, mão dele tá na foto ó, ai o cara dos copos falou pra gente esperar, que ele ia pegar mais copo pra foto valer a pena. figura e a cerveja era gilada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrdRJjkbfG0/RyZyTcEP09I/AAAAAAAAALY/NSG2BL_y7yM/s1600-h/guess_who_102607_02-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-375920467061794141?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/375920467061794141/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=375920467061794141' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-7030188135735309702</id><published>2007-10-22T11:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T11:32:38.049-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I never needed It now so much.</title><content type='html'>que calor é esse? meus olhos ardem, uma coisa de louco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bebidinha e seriados aqui em casa foi ótima e terminamos jogando poker com fichas bonitas e jogando master, foi pura emoção. quero mais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-7030188135735309702?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/7030188135735309702/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-6591920905516625625</id><published>2007-10-18T16:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T16:13:08.646-03:00</updated><title type='text'>5 8 6</title><content type='html'>todo esse inferno astral fez com que eu ficasse mais em casa, porque eu tava um porre com tudo e com todos, então eu preferia me isolar pra poder não dar em merda, ne. passado o aniversário eu vejo que talvez não tenha sido algo do inferno astral e sim que eu tava realmente precisando de um tempo sozinha com minhas coisas e em casa, tem algo melhor que ficar em casa de bobeira? tem, trabalhar e ganhar dinheiro. porém como o mundo não me ajuda nesse sentindo a gente pode primeiro apreciar o outro lado da vida.&lt;br /&gt;acho na verdade, que a culpa é de cecília mesmo, quem começou com essa ondinha de ficar em casa, de dizer que tava sem saco de sair pra "badalação" foi ela, e que ela super topava receber pessoas em casa. to me sentindo bem assim - augusto, nesse momento não ache que você vai fazer uma rave aqui em casa, ok? - até porque badalação em recife só se for com "". o que é outra coisa engraçada, quando eu tava aqui e conversava com bambi pelo msn, ele dizia que eu ia achar um saco lá, que era igual aqui, não tinha opção de lugares legais e tal. tirando o exagero, ele ta é certo, recife não é o problema, nem buxelas.. o problema é que qualquer coisa é boa quando você ta com vontade de enfiar o pé na jaca, problema sério é quando você não ta com essa vontade e quer mesmo é tomar uma bebidinha vendo seriado num dia de sábado em casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; sábado: seriado e bebidinha aqui em casa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-6591920905516625625?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-3530263821309013384</id><published>2007-10-12T18:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T18:08:49.113-03:00</updated><title type='text'>erá?</title><content type='html'>menino, cabei de ver que &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0413168/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hugh Jackman &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; nasceu hoje também, nunca vai ser um pavarotti, porém... fffffffffffffuuuu. é a vida, quem sabe, com o tempo, ele pode garimpar um lugar no meu coração.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-3530263821309013384?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/3530263821309013384/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=3530263821309013384' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/3530263821309013384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/3530263821309013384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/2007/10/er.html' title='erá?'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269620311441907919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-1828258713996692088</id><published>2007-10-12T14:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:30:46.374-03:00</updated><title type='text'>12.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrdRJjkbfG0/Rw-vHujaMyI/AAAAAAAAACE/FhlJnalD2uY/s1600-h/chorei.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120503848634037026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrdRJjkbfG0/Rw-vHujaMyI/AAAAAAAAACE/FhlJnalD2uY/s320/chorei.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;abri o site do google pra poder ver a letra de mr. disco e adivinha? colocaram coisa pra pavarotti hoje. gente, chorei, viu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No I can't find my peace of mind without you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe you'd write me a letter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And tell me why I never met you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our rendezvous just ended in sorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without you there's no tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried but I couldn't find you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me now what do I doI tried but I can't find you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me now what do I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't find my peace of mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I need you with me all of the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to think about you night and day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't care what other people would say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh I can't find you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No I can't find my peace of mind without you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e eu gosto porque é tosco mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-1828258713996692088?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrdRJjkbfG0/Rw-vHujaMyI/AAAAAAAAACE/FhlJnalD2uY/s72-c/chorei.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-1899097375232695707</id><published>2007-10-11T12:45:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T13:02:24.624-03:00</updated><title type='text'>every little counts.</title><content type='html'>foi assim, tudo começou quando eu devia ter uns 5 ou 6 anos.. minha melhor amiga, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0091790"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sessão da tarde&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sempre companheira me apresentou meu filme preferido de anos e anos, e que claro ainda está no top.&lt;br /&gt;com o filme veio new order, que eu achava massa e mamãe achava a voz do cara super molinha, voz mole eu nunca entendi o que era, depois ninguém sabe porque fiquei com essas comparações loucas. e new order ficou guardado no cantinho e a vida seguiu, tiveram fitas de sting, elton john, .. muita coisa de qualidade e teve as fitas de daniela mercury e banda cheiro de amor.&lt;br /&gt;tempo depois, começou a passar na globo uma &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Olho_no_Olho"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;novela&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; que tinha na trilha sonora regret, e foi pura emoção, ne? virou a musica do telefone, &lt;em&gt;have a conversation on the telephone. &lt;/em&gt;loucura, loucura.&lt;br /&gt;depois disso virou mania e até hoje tá no cora, esses ultimos dias voltei a escutar loucamente e recomendo o brotherhood, discão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, e feliz ano novo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-1899097375232695707?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/1899097375232695707/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=1899097375232695707' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/1899097375232695707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/1899097375232695707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/2007/10/every-little-counts.html' title='every little counts.'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269620311441907919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-6575971786587686531</id><published>2007-09-25T22:38:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T22:42:03.558-03:00</updated><title type='text'>felicidade por 5s é...</title><content type='html'>a professora falar que a primeira avaliação vai ser um exercício de coisas da abnt e&lt;br /&gt;uma análise critica sobre um filme. agora vamos lá, junta as mãozinha e me diz: -  qual é o filme?! e eu te respondo com lágrimas na cara: sociedade do poetas mortos.&lt;br /&gt;marcelino pão e vinho ganhava de longe, vu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-6575971786587686531?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/6575971786587686531/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=6575971786587686531' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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na minha cabeça que ainda nao entraram, uma barra, po.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dia 12 é uma quinta-feira! mais um feriadão pessoal, vai ser o feriadão todo eu dizendo que é meu aniversário.. uahauhauhauha&lt;br /&gt;poft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esse fim de semana promete!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-6918183789047165368?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/6918183789047165368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=6918183789047165368' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/6918183789047165368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catarro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whisky'/><title type='text'>4 coisas:</title><content type='html'>quarta feira, 12, começou o meu inferno astral. to super feliz, super simpática,&lt;br /&gt;to super animada, super me trocando com mulheres segurança. só falto dar choque, eu sei que eu to assim, se eu fiz algo.. vai desculpando ai, mas todo mundo tem o seu.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;o festival do coquetel foi ótimo. pelas pessoas, por algumas bandas, pelo whisky da sexta feira, pelo karaokê da sexta feira, pelas pessoas, ..&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;a pessoa ta cansada, nem comento.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;esqueci a quarta coisa, deve ser coisa do inferninho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;canvas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-1617908285639753912?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-2666870421761939273</id><published>2007-09-10T18:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T18:19:59.874-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dias da semana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='odiar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hi-fi'/><title type='text'>bora sair?</title><content type='html'>to me sentindo péssima:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* hoje é a colação da por&lt;br /&gt;* amanhã tem festinha no uk&lt;br /&gt;* quarta tem duas comemorações pra ir&lt;br /&gt;* quinta não tem nada&lt;br /&gt;* sexta tem coquetel e que queria chegar cedo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o que isso significa? significa só ir pra aula 1 dia essa semana, mas veja bem: eu&lt;br /&gt;ainda tenho a quinta livre, quer chamar pra fazer algo não?&lt;br /&gt;sou péssima e odeio todos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-2666870421761939273?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/2666870421761939273/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=2666870421761939273' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/2666870421761939273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/2666870421761939273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/2007/09/to-me-sentindo-pssima-hoje-colao-da-por.html' title='bora sair?'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269620311441907919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-6375452307487603044</id><published>2007-09-09T13:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T13:22:15.862-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='britney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xixi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crepe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cujo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barulhos na minha cabeça'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='banheiro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filme'/><title type='text'>nope. nothing wrong here.</title><content type='html'>sexta foi aniversário de mari e teve coisa na casa dela, a coisa durou até umas cinco e meia, cheguei em casa depois das 06h e ainda fui me arrumar pra dormir, se sabe. acordei de 09h pra poder ir cortar o cabelo, porque eu sabia que a mulher não devia ficar aberta de tarde, tinha que aproveitar logo. ai lá vai eu cortar o cabelo, cabelo cortado volto pra casa. não posso dormir logo que chego porque to com o cabelo molhado, tenho que esperar secar, né? meu cabelo já fica todo mais sem jeito quando eu corto ele, imagina se eu cortar e for dormir, ia ficar show. bem, meu cabelo seca e eu tento dormir, eu não consigo. eu tento almoçar, pra ver se a comida bate e dá um banzo gostoso e nada, só que eu fico na cama tentando loucamente dormir e consigo, ai termino acordando com o telefone tocando e desisto mesmo. combino de sair com os meninos, a gente vai no la plage e depois aluga um &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0085382/"&gt;filme&lt;/a&gt; e vai pra casa de eduardo.&lt;br /&gt;o filme é bonzinho, viu. eu tava pensando que devia ser bem tosco e nem é tanto. gostei.&lt;br /&gt;o filme termina e eu vou ao banheiro fazer um xixi esperto, to lá fazendo xixi, quando escuto um barulho de alguém fazendo um fungado, eu então me cago toda nesse momento. o barulho passa pra um ronco, ai eu comecei a pensar que não era cujo que tava indo me matar, era um quarto que dava pro box do banheiro e era separado pela cortina do chuveiro. fui muito macho e abri um pouco a cortina pra ver se tinha alguma coisa dentro. e não tinha nada, o barulho passou e eu não entro mais naquele banheiro. sério, muito medo. pelo menos as pessoas adoraram quando eu contei e devem estar rindo até agora.&lt;br /&gt;foi isso, voltei pra casa e dormi linda.&lt;br /&gt;hoje eu tenho que escrever coisas pra faculdade e tem vma de noite, espero que britney apareça.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-6375452307487603044?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/6375452307487603044/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=6375452307487603044' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/6375452307487603044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/6375452307487603044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/2007/09/nope-nothing-wrong-here.html' title='nope. nothing wrong here.'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269620311441907919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-5936386488397048190</id><published>2007-09-08T14:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T14:53:41.588-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doença'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ajuda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yupe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catarro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>20min</title><content type='html'>assim, tô zumbi, tenho que dormir, preciso dormir.. meu corpo pede, tenho.&lt;br /&gt;to lascada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-5936386488397048190?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/5936386488397048190/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=5936386488397048190' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/5936386488397048190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/5936386488397048190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/2007/09/20min.html' title='20min'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269620311441907919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-3949633608519696271</id><published>2007-09-07T11:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T12:11:43.406-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joan a policewoman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chato'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caralho'/><title type='text'>mai né foda.</title><content type='html'>*&lt;br /&gt;And life is wine diz:&lt;br /&gt;tu ja ouvisse joan a policewoman ?&lt;br /&gt;amanda. diz:&lt;br /&gt;não sei&lt;br /&gt;amanda. diz:&lt;br /&gt;talvez&lt;br /&gt;And life is wine diz:&lt;br /&gt;chato pra caralho, tu vai gosta&lt;br /&gt;amanda. diz:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vou baixar, né.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-3949633608519696271?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/3949633608519696271/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=3949633608519696271' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/3949633608519696271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/3949633608519696271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/2007/09/mai-n-foda.html' title='mai né foda.'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269620311441907919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-6546792573904832068</id><published>2007-09-07T11:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T12:28:24.694-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lutttiano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nascer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luciano pavarotti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mentira'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morte'/><title type='text'>amigos para sempre.</title><content type='html'>meu deus, eduardo tinha me dito ontem que luciano pavarotti tinha morrido e eu claro não acreditei, afinal era eduardo contando que alguém tinha morrido pra mim. e não é que ele morreu mesmo? meu deus, meu deus. eu só tenho uma coisa pra dizer: meu deus.&lt;br /&gt;sabe aquele site que você coloca a sua data de aniversário e ele informa quais as&lt;br /&gt;pessoas famosas nasceram no mesmo dia que você? pois é, pavarotti tinha nascido no mesmo dia que eu. não tinha quase ninguém de importante pra mim, só ele, tanto que eu só lembro dele e agora ele morreu. será que meu inferno astral esse ano vai começar antes por causa disso?&lt;br /&gt;ta, ai você está pensando ao ler esse post emo: eu sempre achei que luciano ia morrer antes, porque plácido domingo é magro e não tem aquela cara sevada que luciano tem, ou até josé carreras - o anão.&lt;br /&gt;mas o fato é que eu tinha um carinho grande pelo luttttiano e ele foi-se.fiquei mallllll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-6546792573904832068?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/6546792573904832068/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=6546792573904832068' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/6546792573904832068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/6546792573904832068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/2007/09/amigos-para-sempre.html' title='amigos para sempre.'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269620311441907919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-7591023236721451736</id><published>2007-09-07T10:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T12:29:16.319-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nível de mestrado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conexão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pj harvey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pj'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white chalk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dedo'/><title type='text'>white chalk.</title><content type='html'>hoje ia completar dois dias sem conexão, do nada o modem parou de conectar, sem nenhum aviso, acho lindo. ai parecia que tava sem meu dedo midinho, um inferno.&lt;br /&gt;mas acordei hoje pra resolver umas coisas e tinha voltado. ah sim..&lt;br /&gt;o inferno maior foi porque vazou o cd novo de &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://lix.in/5c5c0a"&gt;pj&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;e eu não tinha como escutar,&lt;br /&gt;todo mundo falando, e todo mundo comentando que era bem lentinho e eu? eu, né.. fiquei pensando que eu podia comentar sobre a primeira musica que vazou, que eu tinha, mas pra quê?&lt;br /&gt;resumindo, to baixando agora e depois eu digo se ta nível de mestrado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-7591023236721451736?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/7591023236721451736/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=7591023236721451736' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/7591023236721451736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/7591023236721451736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/2007/09/white-chalk.html' title='white chalk.'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269620311441907919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-6464285722368379857</id><published>2007-09-05T10:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:30:46.736-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yo la tengo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shadows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brinks'/><title type='text'>black flowers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrdRJjkbfG0/Rt6r_FJxKJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/K4jK9AywgvE/s1600-h/fffd2aae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106708127687977106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrdRJjkbfG0/Rt6r_FJxKJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/K4jK9AywgvE/s200/fffd2aae.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu não me canso de escutar essa &lt;a href="http://www.songmeanings.net/lyric.php?lid=3530822107858626781"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;música&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, faz tempo que o cd saiu, já fiquei viciada e agora o vicio voltou, mas essa musica vai ficar, viu. não tem como a pessoa ouvir e não achar fodinha, só se você for um fã louco de electro, que só escuta a musica se ela tiver uma batida boa. :P brinks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas é isso, recomendo, escutem, viciem.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-6464285722368379857?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/6464285722368379857/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=6464285722368379857' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/6464285722368379857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/6464285722368379857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/2007/09/black-flowers.html' title='black flowers.'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269620311441907919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrdRJjkbfG0/Rt6r_FJxKJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/K4jK9AywgvE/s72-c/fffd2aae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-4096097357480240748</id><published>2007-09-05T09:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T10:05:42.232-03:00</updated><title type='text'>1, 2, 3, 4, ..</title><content type='html'>fiz o tratamento no cabelo, ninguém merece entrar num salão umas 9h da manha e sair 15h.&lt;br /&gt;ninguém! achei que ia enlouquecer e essa chuva não ajuda, hein?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-4096097357480240748?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/4096097357480240748/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=4096097357480240748' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/4096097357480240748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/4096097357480240748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/2007/09/1-2-3-4.html' title='1, 2, 3, 4, ..'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269620311441907919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-4320228379628372997</id><published>2007-09-03T13:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:30:47.682-03:00</updated><title type='text'>quero, quero, quero, ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrdRJjkbfG0/Rtw6llJxKII/AAAAAAAAAB0/nQP4jypdaYo/s1600-h/euquero.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106020494833952898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrdRJjkbfG0/Rtw6llJxKII/AAAAAAAAAB0/nQP4jypdaYo/s320/euquero.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-                                               eu quero &lt;a href="http://www.headhoods.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;esse casaquinho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; agora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-4320228379628372997?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/4320228379628372997/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=4320228379628372997' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/4320228379628372997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/4320228379628372997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/2007/09/quero-quero-quero.html' title='quero, quero, quero, ...'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269620311441907919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrdRJjkbfG0/Rtw6llJxKII/AAAAAAAAAB0/nQP4jypdaYo/s72-c/euquero.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-752059389392751503</id><published>2007-09-03T12:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T13:17:36.385-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bolo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catarro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gripe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pôr-do-sol'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a gripe já foi quase toda embora. minha voz ainda não é a mesma, mas quem sabe um dia eu volte a ter uma voz não-fanha. quem sabe?&lt;br /&gt;ai hoje tem aula, tem que falar com os professores e falar do meu catarro e pedir pra não rolar o f no meu nome, porque levar falta quando ta doente não dá.&lt;br /&gt;amanhã vou fazer o negocio no cabelo, só fico pensando que vou ter que passar 3 dias sem prender, molhar, .. tirando o fato que ta marcado pras 9h da manhã, espero que eu consiga chegar em casa antes das 14h. vou levar meu sudoku e o livro que eu tenho que fazer a resenha e que eu ainda nem li.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recife continua a mesma animação, sexta eu não tive coragem de sair da minha cama e ainda tive febre de madrugada, no sábado eu fui comer sushi e bolo :P, depois a gente ia tentar fazer algo animado, mas tava chovendo.. ai fiquei com medo de piorar. terminou todo mundo aqui em casa mesmo, eu to começando a gostar de ter pessoas na minha casa, amigo íntimos, ta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;já vejo augusto programando um recifolia aqui em casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ai ontem, domingo, a gente foi no capibar, tava lindo o pôr-do-sol, muito bonito mesmo. depois fomos comer uma coisa doce e pronto, tava em casa.&lt;br /&gt;eu nem tô tossindo como um cavalo alado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, amigo meu conhece um anão que fez filme pornô, se eu tive medo? ná.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finalmente o blog tem a minha cara, aquela coisa rosa. :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-752059389392751503?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/752059389392751503/comments/default' title='Postar 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-3967836014742186923</id><published>2007-08-29T19:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T19:13:43.812-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doença'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yupe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideologia nazista'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aula'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gripe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ontem eu fui pra aula cedo, tinha que apresentar trabalho e ia ter reunião e tal.&lt;br /&gt;tudo resolvido, fui pra sala. a professora tava com alergia, mas eu acho que era gripe, e quem sou eu, né? pra dizer o que a mulher tinha ou não. então, a prof. tava morrendo lá, fiquei com pena.. comecei a apresentar o trabalho e depois de uns 20min, trabalho apresentado. iam ter 5 grupos nesse dia e claro que ninguém estava na sala. a professora ficou super feliz, foi lindo.&lt;br /&gt;fui resolver coisas e depois voltei, tinha um grupo lá na frente, entrei na sala e sentei. depois de um tempinho, começou a apresentação de um outro grupo, de uma menina que tava com o nariz escorrendo, uns olhos vermelhos, olhando pra mim e dizendo: gripe, gripe, gripe&lt;br /&gt;ai fui ficando mole, com o corpo pesado, ficando cansada. e voltei pra casa depois da outra aula, cheguei em casa e me dei como doente, deitei na cama e morri.&lt;br /&gt;hoje, 24h depois, estou lascadinha. até piscar dói e eu não estou exagerando, ok?e sabe o melhor? amanhã tem aula com todas essas pessoas saudáveis. yupe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-3967836014742186923?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/3967836014742186923/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=3967836014742186923' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/3967836014742186923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/3967836014742186923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/2007/08/ontem-eu-fui-pra-aula-cedo-tinha-que.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269620311441907919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-578075324988585100</id><published>2007-08-27T19:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:30:47.845-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrdRJjkbfG0/RtNSA1JxKHI/AAAAAAAAABs/dxv6M8Lje4E/s1600-h/paquitas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103512976962431090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrdRJjkbfG0/RtNSA1JxKHI/AAAAAAAAABs/dxv6M8Lje4E/s320/paquitas.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                tava meio quente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-578075324988585100?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CrdRJjkbfG0/RtNSA1JxKHI/AAAAAAAAABs/dxv6M8Lje4E/s72-c/paquitas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-9003726989362163646</id><published>2007-08-26T23:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T23:12:39.455-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>caiu um coração de negro na minha cabeça hoje, eu nunca pensei que ia doer tanto. e pronto, agora eu ja:&lt;br /&gt;* levei cagada de pombo;&lt;br /&gt;* levei bolada na cabeça;&lt;br /&gt;* derrapei linda;&lt;br /&gt;* levei coração de negro na cabeça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tem um galo na minha cabeça e ele dói.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-9003726989362163646?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-7612086053676113340</id><published>2007-08-22T17:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T17:54:05.390-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dormi 4h de ontem pra hoje, mas valeu a pena.&lt;br /&gt;valeu o nervosismo e a agonia em solidariedade, só quem é porcaria entende. parecia que era comigo e espero que seja pelo menos um pouco parecido, porque nível de mestrando e ter o tcc convidado pra ser publicado não é pra qualquer um. muito orgulho de ser por.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-7612086053676113340?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/7612086053676113340/comments/default' title='Postar 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-475888799947361193</id><published>2007-08-21T09:36:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T09:36:43.652-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>como pode acordar com tanta alergia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-475888799947361193?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/475888799947361193/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=475888799947361193' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/475888799947361193'/><link 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrdRJjkbfG0/RsirstsjopI/AAAAAAAAABk/tU7t-5X3Sqs/s1600-h/mobil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100515362666160786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrdRJjkbfG0/RsirstsjopI/AAAAAAAAABk/tU7t-5X3Sqs/s320/mobil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;incrível como uma única palavra faz você lembrar de um mundo de coisa. sexta feira, ou já era sábado, alguém tava falando sobre mirc e como fazia tempo e bla bla. ai tem aquela coisa de falar o nick, o canal que entrava e tal. não sei porque eu lembrei a senha do meu nick, que era mobil. mobil porque o computador na época ficava no quarto do meu irmão, perto da janela onde ele colava todos os adesivos que apareciam, e um deles era uma propaganda daquele óleo pra carro Mobil. e ficou. /nickserv identify mobil acho que era isso, parece que isso foi em outra vida. mas voltando, ai hoje eu tava olhando o site &lt;a href="http://www.loneydear.com/concerts.html"&gt;loney, dear&lt;/a&gt; e tinha essa foto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-436621806624862561?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/436621806624862561/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=436621806624862561' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/436621806624862561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/436621806624862561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-am-john.html' title='i am john.'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269620311441907919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrdRJjkbfG0/RsirstsjopI/AAAAAAAAABk/tU7t-5X3Sqs/s72-c/mobil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-5552983960358822288</id><published>2007-08-15T23:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T23:54:42.258-03:00</updated><title type='text'>dream sequence #1</title><content type='html'>tá tão gostoso o clima, dá até vontade de ir tomar um café e saber que você não vai ficar morrendo de calor é a melhor parte, mas acho que sopa é apelar, ta?&lt;br /&gt;agora, olha pra mim e responde: se ta fazendo esse friozinho gostoso, como será o verão?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-5552983960358822288?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/5552983960358822288/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=5552983960358822288' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/5552983960358822288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/5552983960358822288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/2007/08/dream-sequence-1.html' title='dream sequence #1'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269620311441907919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-5229381453619230258</id><published>2007-08-14T11:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:30:48.325-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrdRJjkbfG0/RsG7TtODxII/AAAAAAAAABc/7fck9-PZUIg/s1600-h/a032007_spn_love12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098562200390583426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrdRJjkbfG0/RsG7TtODxII/AAAAAAAAABc/7fck9-PZUIg/s200/a032007_spn_love12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;After a false alarm last week that she had checked in to a treatment facility, Amy Winehouse has finally entered rehab.The Mirror is reporting that the Rehab singer flew to a treatment center in America this past weekend to deal with an addiction to heroin and cocaine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahhh, estilou..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-5229381453619230258?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/5229381453619230258/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=5229381453619230258' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-1886468024778260164</id><published>2007-08-13T15:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:30:48.439-03:00</updated><title type='text'>menina, que trânsito!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrdRJjkbfG0/RsCradODxGI/AAAAAAAAABM/bum8GLHnp1A/s1600-h/22~7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098263249191945314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CrdRJjkbfG0/RsCradODxGI/AAAAAAAAABM/bum8GLHnp1A/s320/22~7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CrdRJjkbfG0/RsCrI9ODxFI/AAAAAAAAABE/-NCdbs89ZYI/s1600-h/22~7.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CrdRJjkbfG0/RsCq3tODxEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cTi9z3BQ_5M/s1600-h/22~7.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tô sem assistir nenhum seriado, só vazaram 5 episódios da terceira temporada de weeds, e eu ja vi todos. agora tem que esperar passar nos eua, pra depois ter novos eps pra baixar. um saco. ai ontem tava procurando algum seriado pra começar a baixar, pensei em once and again, mas nao achei torrent.. veio a ideia de party of five, que eu ja tô baixando, e quando coloquei pra procurar aparece barrados no baile. e sim, eu to baixando barrados no baile. deu uma saudade da franja de brenda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-1886468024778260164?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/1886468024778260164/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-2401322649540764643</id><published>2007-08-12T12:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T15:01:00.638-03:00</updated><title type='text'>working for the man.</title><content type='html'>sonhei que tinha um esqueceram de mim no maracanã, daqueles tipo de sonho que você sabe que ta sendo um sonho bizarro. acho que eu devia estar balançando a cabeça e fazendo pffff, mas foi divertido, acordei pensando: tenho que lembrar e fui dormir mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; se ontem parecia que eu tinha levado um murro no olho.. não queira saber como acordou hoje.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-2401322649540764643?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-5328325376435998085</id><published>2007-08-11T19:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T19:29:55.587-03:00</updated><title type='text'>e ai, vamo pra onde?</title><content type='html'>hoje, sábado, começo a pensar em escrever aqui. eu tinha acabado com o layout anterior, mas ai acordei com vontade e pronto, tentei arrumar isso aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como todos sabem ou sei lá, vc pode não saber, eu voltei. e já faz até um tempo, voltei dia 2 junho num pau de arara cheio. nunca vi e acho que não vou entender como pode a crise estar grande e aquilo sempre indo e voltando cheio. sim, eu sei que existe turismo sexual, mas não acredito que todos ali estavam no ramo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e que as aulas começaram e essa pausa foi muito boa, tudo bem que esse período eu tenho umas cadeiras bem legais.. mas mesmo assim eu tava com repulsa e agora melhorou. tenho caderno, pasta, varias xerox e um estojo cheio de lápis e canetas. de dar gosto, mãe.&lt;br /&gt;minha sala mudou e estou começando a fazer sorrisos com as pessoas, foi até fácil. vou tirar carteira de estudante segunda-feira, sem precisar e ao mesmo tempo precisando,  porque a carteira internacional vai acabar e eu prefiro aproveitar logo que tem um senhor tirando lá na faculdade por 10 legais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to esperando confirmar a confirmação que vai ter cat power no tim, pra ficar bem muito mesmo feliz. quero muito ver de novo e deve ser um show diferente e tirando que tem as outras coisas, né?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acho que já faz uns 5 anos que toda sexta é a mesma coisa: pra onde a gente vai? antes era até mais simples porque tinha a ultra, que não era o ideal, mas a gente se divertia e era um lugar certo que a gente sabia que não ia estar lotado e ia estar aberto, depois veio.. veio? depois disso eu comecei freqüentar bares e esperar ter alguma festa legal na cidade. tô esperando até agora.&lt;br /&gt;ontem a gente foi ao cinema e depois? depois a gente não sabia pra onde ir, pensamos no central, mas o central deve estar lotado, mas bora olhar mesmo assim? e tava lotado, então bora no capitão lima? tava lotado, tipo de não ter lugar pra colocar o carro. fomos no la plage, esperamos 15min pra conseguir uma mesa comemos e vamos pra onde? tá, então bora passar no portenho, já eram mais de 23h ou 00h, não lembro, e já tinha fechado para novos clientes. certo, então bora no bar do bugaloo? sim, terminamos no bar do bugaloo e nem foi ruim, tinha lugar pra sentar e não tinha muita gente por todos os lados. por favor, não me pergunte pra onde a gente vai, eu não sei.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-5328325376435998085?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/5328325376435998085/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=5328325376435998085' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/5328325376435998085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/5328325376435998085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/2007/08/e-ai-vamo-pra-onde.html' title='e ai, vamo pra onde?'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269620311441907919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-1502439128455789816</id><published>2007-05-29T04:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T04:07:14.304-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aquela coisa de ultima semana e todo mundo me perguntando o que eu vou fazer ou se eu to animada.&lt;br /&gt;pessoas, eu tenho que ficar animada, ne? estamos falando do grande encontro. eu com a minha cama, nao tenho como nao ficar emotiva nesse momento. vai ser lindo.&lt;br /&gt;vou aproveitar os meninos, porque a saudade vai bater no domingo mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;mas voltar pras porcarias e correr na selva vai ser mais lindo ainda.&lt;br /&gt;to voltando, mae.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-1502439128455789816?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-279878820365268743</id><published>2007-05-14T06:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T06:36:44.339-03:00</updated><title type='text'>uma coisa boa, sabe?</title><content type='html'>eita que eh tanta coisa buuoa que nem da pra contar assim, mas ja ja eu conto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-279878820365268743?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/279878820365268743/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=279878820365268743' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/279878820365268743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/279878820365268743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/2007/05/uma-coisa-boa-sabe.html' title='uma coisa boa, sabe?'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269620311441907919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-7091980960940377349</id><published>2007-03-26T11:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T11:35:53.633-03:00</updated><title type='text'>*** *** ** * * ** ** *</title><content type='html'>ja tentei começar esse post duas vezes, mas sempre acho que ta muito blé. aquele tipo de coisa: quando vc tem vida, seu blog morre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o show de the sounds foi bem legal, mais do que eu esperava, eles tocaram muitas musicas do primeiro cd e eu amei, ne.&lt;br /&gt;o show foi num lugar que eh tipo um jardim e la dentro tem as salas pros eventos, era uma sala bem pequena, ficou cheio.. mas nao lotado e ficamos bem perto do palco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o show de i´m from barcelona foi coisa linda de mae. serio. muito feliz, feliz eh a palavra, nao tem como uma pessoa entrar triste naquele show e sair triste.&lt;br /&gt;sao 29 pessoas na banda, o sow foi numa sala com um palco grannnde, quase todos cantam e vc participa do show, vc se sente parte da banda. eh meio brega isso, mas eh a pura verdade.&lt;br /&gt;entrou pra um dos melhores shows da minha vida, nunca mais vou esquecer quando um deles tava dançando e cavando no ar, como se estivesse com uma pá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semana que vem começam minhas aulas! eeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-6561194457922889865</id><published>2007-03-15T04:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T04:25:05.118-03:00</updated><title type='text'>primeiro tenho que dizer: me deixa em paz!</title><content type='html'>fui fazer compras com ana e passei por uma loja de beleza, dessas que vendem maquiagem, shampoo, .. so que bem mais barato.&lt;br /&gt;eu tava usando o shampoo de ana, tinha que comprar um pra mim, entao entramos e ficamos olhando os tipos. eu, a pao-dura, fiquei olhando pelo preço. achei um de 0.59 e 0.69 condicionador, mas era pequeno. ai achei um de um euro e pouco, pensei: eh esse!&lt;br /&gt;pronto, agora eh so escolher o tipo e o cheiro, claro. numa dessas cheiradas, apertei muito o condicionador e? entrou uma bolota de condicionador no meu nariz e eu dei um gritinho.&lt;br /&gt;eh pessoal, coisas que so acontecem comigo.&lt;br /&gt;terminei comprando esse mesmo e passei um tempao tentando tirar, repirando condicionador e fungando. uma beleza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fui comprar o chip pro meu celular e tinha dizendo que era pra moça do caixa me entregar, a moça do caixa nao falou nada, ana perguntou.. a mulher fez a cara de nao saber o que tava acontecendo. um saco. ate que uma mulher todo simpatica falou que era assim mesmo, que o chip estava dentro. [primeira pessoa simpatica e falante que vejo aqui, super estranho.] e fomos pra casa, chegando em casa abro o treco e o chip? pois eh, o chip que a mulher disse estar dentro! nao estava. amei. amamos.&lt;br /&gt;voltamos la e fomos no caixa de problemas e a mulher de cara feia foi otima com a gente e me deu um chip. e amanha devo ter um celular que vive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nota mental: cara feia = normal  /   cara simpatica = eu hein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoje tem o show de the sounds, de the sounds eh estranho.. mas nao escrever de the eh mais, depois conto como foi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-6561194457922889865?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/6561194457922889865/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-2776604064920516911</id><published>2007-03-12T05:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T05:26:43.356-03:00</updated><title type='text'>fotos:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amandanazuropa"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/amandanazuropa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-2776604064920516911?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/2776604064920516911/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=2776604064920516911' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/2776604064920516911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/2776604064920516911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/2007/03/fotos.html' title='fotos:'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269620311441907919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-2545101103686732814</id><published>2007-03-09T04:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T05:16:44.968-03:00</updated><title type='text'>cheguei!</title><content type='html'>o aviao que eu peguei em recife tava lotadao... muita, muita gente.. o jantar era peixe ou medalhao de porco, pedi o porco e deixei quase tudo no prato.&lt;br /&gt;fiz duas amiguinhas la, uma que mora na italia faz uns 6 anos e outra que era de petrolina e ia pra londres fazer um treinamento pra empresa de vinho que ela trabalha. parecia que a gente nunca chegava, tava tao agoniada... mas ai chegamos, eram 5:50 da manha em lisboa e eu tinha que fazer imigraçao e pegar a conexao de 7:45.&lt;br /&gt;na fila da imigraçao, dos paises que falvam a lingua portuguesa, eu tava super com medinho do cara ou mulher nao ir com a minha cara. eu acho que ela foi, porque quase nao perguntou nada e foi tudo lindo, passei e fiquei esperando italiana e petrolina. italiana passou logo depois e petrolina nunca apareceu, fiquei tao tristinha, acho que ela deve ter passado.. porque ela tinha varios papeis pra mostrar, os portugueses devem ter se divertido um pouquinho com ela.&lt;br /&gt;achei o portao da minha conexao rapidinho, bem simples.. e fui tomar um cafe com a italiana. o aviao demorou 1 hora pra decolar, com todas as pessoas dentro, um saco.&lt;br /&gt;esse sim demorou muuuuuuuuuito pra chegar, e claro que eu nao consegui dormir nada.&lt;br /&gt;o aeroporto de bruxelas eh uma lenda pra achar a mala, demorei muito, mas tava com uma portuguesa que falava frances, ufa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;encontrei com os meninos, fomos pra casa deixar a mala, comemos uma besteira e saimos pra passear um pouco, comprar umas coisas e voltamos pra casa. ai ficamos bebendo cerveja e desabei linda.&lt;br /&gt;agora sao 09:14 da manha e vamos sair ja ja.&lt;br /&gt;depois escrevo mais e coloco fotos. beijo pra todos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-2545101103686732814?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/2545101103686732814/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'>!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>You know I can't believe I'm telling everyone that I know that every stamp in my collection is a place we could go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;té já já. :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-3120788750321801633?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/3120788750321801633/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=3120788750321801633' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/3120788750321801633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/3120788750321801633'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116909998321120676/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=116909998321120676' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/116909998321120676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/116909998321120676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/2007/01/vou-dar-real.html' title='vou dar a real:'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269620311441907919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-116797463644872292</id><published>2007-01-05T02:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T02:23:56.456-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tem coisa pior que tentar dormir e nao conseguir? aff, odeio.&lt;br /&gt;e tenho um monte de coisa pra fazer amanhã..&lt;br /&gt;então eu durmo no carro. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-116797463644872292?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116797463644872292/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=116797463644872292' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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presunto com osso dessa vez, que o&lt;em&gt; fio de ovos &lt;/em&gt;tava muito doce, ...&lt;br /&gt;só eu e meus pensamentos sabem o vazio de nao se ceiar a ceia de natal. de estar tudo pronto, mas cadê o clima, minha gente?&lt;br /&gt;e pra terminar logo esse post, sempre tente demonstrar o amor pras pessoas certas.&lt;br /&gt;bom 2007!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-116786433562892358?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116786433562892358/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=116786433562892358' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/116786433562892358'/><link rel='self' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-116599077766966821</id><published>2006-12-13T02:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T03:27:35.350-03:00</updated><title type='text'>cof cof.</title><content type='html'>tinha esquecido completamente dessa brincadeira, de como eu era viciada e claro: como só vale se for do mesmo cd.&lt;br /&gt;então é isso, do cd novo de:&lt;br /&gt;yo la tengo - i am not afraid of you and i will beat your ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Você é homem ou mulher?&lt;br /&gt;Point And Shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Descreva-se.&lt;br /&gt;Watch Out For Me Ronnie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. O que as pessoas acham de você?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I Don't Get You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Como descreveria seu último relacionamento amoroso?&lt;br /&gt;I Should Have Known Better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Descreva sua atual relação com seu namorado ou pretendente.&lt;br /&gt;I Feel Like Going Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Onde queria estar agora?&lt;br /&gt;The Race Is On Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. O que pensa a respeito do amor?&lt;br /&gt;Pass The Hatchet, I Think I'm Goodkind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Como é sua vida?&lt;br /&gt;Beanbag Chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. O que pediria se pudesse ter apenas um desejo?&lt;br /&gt;Song For Mahila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Escreva uma frase sábia.&lt;br /&gt;The Room Got Heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Agora se despeça.&lt;br /&gt;The Weakest Part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-116599077766966821?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116599077766966821/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=116599077766966821' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/116599077766966821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/116599077766966821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/2006/12/cof-cof.html' title='cof cof.'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269620311441907919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-116550991982511434</id><published>2006-12-07T13:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T13:53:08.846-03:00</updated><title type='text'>nhac.</title><content type='html'>minha mãe apareceu com 4 mordidas e eu tô achando que foi a aranha do banheiro, que eu não matei.&lt;br /&gt;só matei quando vi uma lapa de perna de dar pena.&lt;br /&gt;e tá fazendo um calor triste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-116550991982511434?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-116509332761169712</id><published>2006-12-02T17:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T18:02:07.623-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ontem eu tava vendo o jogo de volley do brasil e fui ao banheiro fazer aquele xixi rapidinho, aquele tipo de xixi que vc vai fazer de porta aberta, porque tá todo mundo dormindo e você nem liga a luz porque tem medo de levar choque e claro.. vai ser rapidinho. ai eu só ligo a da cozinha, que ilumina e eu não morro no chão.&lt;br /&gt;bem, entro e começa o xixi, quando olho pro lado tem um ARANHA na parede me olhando. o que eu faço? eu pego uma sandália pra matar? não, eu não uso sandália em casa. eu grito por alguém? não, lembra? tá tudo mundo dormindo. eu corro como se não houvesse amanhã pro meu quarto, bato a porta e fico no cantinho da cama? claro, pô.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ai acordo hoje e vou fazer xixi, a aranha ainda estava lá.&lt;br /&gt;agora, que são 18h, a aranha ainda está lá. vou começar a cobrar em euro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-116509332761169712?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116509332761169712/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=116509332761169712' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/116509332761169712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/116509332761169712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/2006/12/ontem-eu-tava-vendo-o-jogo-de-volley.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269620311441907919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-116494755756039603</id><published>2006-12-01T01:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T01:32:37.573-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mirmã, tá tudo molhada e estragado!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-116494755756039603?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-116490590527609538</id><published>2006-11-30T13:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T13:58:26.213-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish that I could sit in the sun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/833/588/1600/938625/albert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/833/588/200/729407/albert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totalmente viciada e viva o hype.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-116490590527609538?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116490590527609538/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=116490590527609538' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/116490590527609538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/116490590527609538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-wish-that-i-could-sit-in-sun.html' title='I wish that I could sit in the sun.'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269620311441907919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-116480980518876343</id><published>2006-11-29T11:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T11:24:40.110-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/833/588/1600/44517/letempsquireste_affgf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/833/588/200/545748/letempsquireste_affgf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ontem fui ver O Tempo Que Resta no cinema, tirando uma coisa pequena e outra ali, o filme é bom. dei várias choradinhas, mas não faz muito tempo que eu dou choradinha no cinema, e nem sei se isso é relevante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depois a gente foi numa creperia aqui perto de casa, la plage, pense num crepe gostoso, tô até agora pensando no gostinho. nhai nhai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-116480980518876343?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116480980518876343/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=116480980518876343' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/116480980518876343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/116480980518876343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/2006/11/ontem-fui-ver-o-tempo-que-resta-no.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269620311441907919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-116480675318018633</id><published>2006-11-29T10:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T10:25:53.190-03:00</updated><title type='text'>rosa, azul, branco e amarelo. preto não.</title><content type='html'>não adianta, não consigo entender porque erasmo é pobre e roberto é ricão e tem O especial na globo. ai você fica pensando: claro, erasmo é um bebum que gastou o dinheiro em bebida, e só consegue ter alguma coisa atualmente por causa do rei.&lt;br /&gt;veja bem, eu não imagino que uma pessoa que tem tanto toc possa conseguir vencer mais na vida do que uma que bebe muito, até porque roberto deve andar na rua.. ver uma blusa azul e ter que comprar.&lt;br /&gt;ai agora sou eu que penso: pra quem será que roberto carlos deu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*mistério*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já são seis horas, meu bem&lt;br /&gt;Vire o relógio, meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Faz tanto tempo, nem sei&lt;br /&gt;Neste silêncio de nós dois&lt;br /&gt;Vim pela vida, cansei&lt;br /&gt;Perdidos sonhos me entreguei&lt;br /&gt;Me dê um cigarro, meu bem&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro um beijo, meu amor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-116480675318018633?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116480675318018633/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=116480675318018633' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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espera:'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269620311441907919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-116468971924997972</id><published>2006-11-28T01:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T01:55:19.353-03:00</updated><title type='text'>meu mundo caiu.</title><content type='html'>é queijo processado e não prensado. amanda louca.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-116468971924997972?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116468971924997972/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>preta, minha cachorra, sorri.&lt;br /&gt;sim, a mesma cachorra que tem epilepsia, toma gardenal, tem gases, é lésbica, arrota e deita em cima de você.&lt;br /&gt;é só dar um alisado e umas palavras que ela abre um sorriso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-116468839423785119?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116468839423785119/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=116468839423785119' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/116468839423785119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/116468839423785119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/2006/11/preta-minha-cachorra-sorri.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269620311441907919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-116468811479942399</id><published>2006-11-28T01:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T02:01:35.196-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>é sabido que sou uma boboca. acabei de ver antes do pôr do sol, filme fofo que pra mim é como se fosse um seriado, sabe. porque assim, vi antes do amanhecer loucamente, de todas as formas que se possa imaginar, aquela velha coisa: ai, sou uma teen que sonha em viajar pra europa, conhecer o jesse e ser a celine. pouca coisa, né não. ou seja, vi o filme com várias idades e com vários acontecimentos que mudavam o habitat da coisa. e claro, terminei me sentindo amiga deles. poucas pessoas sabem a felicidade que foi ir ao cinema e ver o cartaz de antes do pôr do sol, poucas pessoas viram minha cara pro poster, poucas pessoas foram ver comigo o filme e nenhuma pessoa viu o filme comigo agora.&lt;br /&gt;vou nem começar a falar do blablabla da minha vida, a celine sabe de tudo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-116468811479942399?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116468811479942399/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>acabei de colar uma unha minha com superbond.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-116439640973276015?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116439640973276015/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=116439640973276015' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/116439640973276015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/116439640973276015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/2006/11/acabei-de-colar-uma-unha-minha-com.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269620311441907919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-116388571550149598</id><published>2006-11-18T18:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T18:37:21.063-03:00</updated><title type='text'>então,</title><content type='html'>essas últimas semanas tava um calor do cão, e agora até que melhorou um pouco, tá muito quente, mas no fim de tarde tem uma chuva gostosa e alivia as coisas. ai a pessoa melhora bastante o humor.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;essa semana vou criar vergonha na cara e tirar a carteira de estudante, ei vc, parou de rir, tá?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;vocês já notaram que os nossos olhos são pontudos? primeiro descobri o canal lacrimal e agora isso. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-116388571550149598?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116388571550149598/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=116388571550149598' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/116388571550149598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/116388571550149598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/2006/11/ento.html' title='então,'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269620311441907919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-116241355629948734</id><published>2006-11-01T17:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T17:39:16.313-03:00</updated><title type='text'>tá xôxa.</title><content type='html'>o blogger não ajuda, e quando tento escrever aqui, ele não publica.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;final de outubro e começo de novembro é o período dos aniversários, coisa incrível. lisa, lesa e louca. adoro dar presente, escolher presente, embrulhar presente, queria ter mais dinheiro, pra dar presente sem pensar nas minhas finanças, porque as pessoas merecem.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;terminei a segunda temporada de weeds e tô aqui surtando, o final foi mais agoniante que o da primeira. muita raiva de só descobrir o que vai acontecer no próximo ano, um saco total.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;tomei tanto vinho ontem e não fiquei com ressaca hoje, nenhuma, nem um pouquinho. um milagre.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-116241355629948734?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116241355629948734/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=116241355629948734' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/116241355629948734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116203538681601534/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=116203538681601534' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/116203538681601534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/116203538681601534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title='!'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269620311441907919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-116174779881196724</id><published>2006-10-25T00:32:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T00:43:18.813-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>podia começar esse post de tantas formas, mas eu não queria parecer amarga, porque não me sinto amarga, só queria constatar que a vida tem dessa coisas: tem gente que as coisas acontecem facilmente e se desenrolam e pra outras não sei, parece que a gente assiste, olha de fora e parece não estar vivendo. tanta coisa aconteceu nos últimos tempos e principalmente nos últimos dias, posso até dizer que mudei. mudei pra melhor acho. queria tanta coisa e a tanta coisa tá começando a acontecer, vou poder finalmente dizer que fiz uma coisa, que consegui. tá tão auto-ajuda isso, mas é a verdade, o inferno astral desse ano trouxe uma agonia diferente, uma agonia de estar ficando cada vez mais velha e continuar com a mesma vidinha. serviu pra se ligar e buscar o que eu tava querendo faz tempo.&lt;br /&gt;e descobrir se era isso mesmo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-116174779881196724?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116174779881196724/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=116174779881196724' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/116174779881196724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/116174779881196724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/2006/10/podia-comear-esse-post-de-tantas_25.html' title=''/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269620311441907919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-116097463236312779</id><published>2006-10-16T01:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T01:57:12.373-03:00</updated><title type='text'>meio bocó.</title><content type='html'>sempre fui de não gostar das bandas que alguns amigos AMAM, por frescura mesmo, sem nunca ter escutado ou ter dado uma chance. sabe quando vc escuta tanto de uma banda que vc não precisa nem ouvir? já abusou total. era esse o caso com tegan and sara, sempre ouvia que era isso e aquilo. e claro fazia cara feia, caras e bocas.&lt;br /&gt;nesses últimos meses tegan and sara tem tocado muito nos seriados e ficou meio impossível não escutar, né?&lt;br /&gt;resumindo, eu me rendo, tands é muito bom. não é genial, mas tem umas músicas que grudam de uma forma que não sei não.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-116097463236312779?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116097463236312779/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=116097463236312779' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/116097463236312779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/116097463236312779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/2006/10/meio-boc.html' title='meio bocó.'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269620311441907919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-116053746269046726</id><published>2006-10-11T00:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T00:31:02.700-03:00</updated><title type='text'>absurdo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vsRynm18_Eg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vsRynm18_Eg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-116053746269046726?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116053746269046726/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=116053746269046726' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/116053746269046726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/116053746269046726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/2006/10/absurdo.html' title='absurdo.'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269620311441907919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-116036470059984104</id><published>2006-10-09T00:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T00:31:40.606-03:00</updated><title type='text'>reviravolta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/833/588/1600/arminha.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/833/588/320/arminha.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/833/588/1600/arminha.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estou aqui conversando no msn, quando olho pra minha direita:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-116036470059984104?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116036470059984104/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=116036470059984104' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/116036470059984104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/116036470059984104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/2006/10/reviravolta.html' title='reviravolta!'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269620311441907919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-116034820163414029</id><published>2006-10-08T19:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T20:02:37.380-03:00</updated><title type='text'>domingo bom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/833/588/1600/thummmbsucker.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/833/588/320/thummmbsucker.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been outside&lt;br /&gt;Invited in&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't abide&lt;br /&gt;With missing again&lt;br /&gt;Burning every bridge that I cross&lt;br /&gt;To find some beautiful place to get lost&lt;br /&gt;I had true love&lt;br /&gt;I made it die&lt;br /&gt;I pushed her away&lt;br /&gt;She said please stay&lt;br /&gt;Burning every bridge that I cross&lt;br /&gt;To find some beautiful place to get lost&lt;br /&gt;To find some beautiful place to get lost&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I'll go now&lt;br /&gt;And I don't really care who follows me there&lt;br /&gt;But ill burn every bridge that I cross&lt;br /&gt;To find some beautiful place to get lost&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-116034820163414029?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116034820163414029/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=116034820163414029' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/116034820163414029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/116034820163414029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/2006/10/domingo-bom.html' title='domingo bom.'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269620311441907919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8570863.post-116017630235708591</id><published>2006-10-06T20:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T20:11:42.366-03:00</updated><title type='text'>então</title><content type='html'>lost voltou com o seu primeiro episódio da terceira temporada e próxima quarta feira tem mais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8570863-116017630235708591?l=aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/feeds/116017630235708591/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8570863&amp;postID=116017630235708591' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/116017630235708591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8570863/posts/default/116017630235708591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aplacecalledhome.blogspot.com/2006/10/ento.html' title='então'/><author><name>amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17269620311441907919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' 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