<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744524084964651782</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:50:30.336-08:00</updated><category term='niver'/><category term='sentimentos'/><category term='poesia'/><category term='planos'/><category term='pensamentos'/><category term='artesanato'/><title type='text'>Sem fronteira,sem regras...apenas longe</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744524084964651782/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tk"S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01433426949248865736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8heZ_Wxb4U/TfGsWSG9lPI/AAAAAAAAAGw/364xw1EQXio/s220/85659%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744524084964651782.post-4943983056976090017</id><published>2011-01-25T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T16:52:49.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Consegui! o(^o^)o</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jKSzWpNPcrE/TT9wUSgBN0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/0GbGFvuILcc/s1600/DSC03832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jKSzWpNPcrE/TT9wUSgBN0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/0GbGFvuILcc/s320/DSC03832.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566291158319052610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passei no vestibular! Estou tao feliz que nem consigo acreditar!!! Todo o esforco valeu a pena, toda a luta para chegar ate aqui, estou orgulhosa de mim. Eh uma sensacao tao gratificante, depois de tanto tempo sonhando com isso, consegui!! Estou ansiosa para que as aulas comecem logo! Espero aproveitar muito esse ano.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744524084964651782-4943983056976090017?l=andsst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/feeds/4943983056976090017/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/2011/01/consegui-ooo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744524084964651782/posts/default/4943983056976090017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744524084964651782/posts/default/4943983056976090017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/2011/01/consegui-ooo.html' title='Consegui! o(^o^)o'/><author><name>Tk"S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01433426949248865736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8heZ_Wxb4U/TfGsWSG9lPI/AAAAAAAAAGw/364xw1EQXio/s220/85659%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jKSzWpNPcrE/TT9wUSgBN0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/0GbGFvuILcc/s72-c/DSC03832.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744524084964651782.post-8154310979092520279</id><published>2011-01-06T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T16:19:02.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz :)</title><content type='html'>Pela primeira vez na vida, posso dizer: sim, estou feliz! Estou com uma pessoa que eu amo. Estou trabalhando num lugar bacana. Nao passei na facul que quero,mas estou aberta a outras possibilidades. O amor sim transforma as pessoas, transforma vidas, nos faz olhar a vida de outro angulo. Novo ano, tudo novo! Esperancas mais do que renovadas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744524084964651782-8154310979092520279?l=andsst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/feeds/8154310979092520279/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/2011/01/feliz.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744524084964651782/posts/default/8154310979092520279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744524084964651782/posts/default/8154310979092520279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/2011/01/feliz.html' title='Feliz :)'/><author><name>Tk"S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01433426949248865736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8heZ_Wxb4U/TfGsWSG9lPI/AAAAAAAAAGw/364xw1EQXio/s220/85659%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744524084964651782.post-543024370502896318</id><published>2010-08-18T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T16:54:37.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nova lista</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Depois&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tanto&lt;/span&gt; tempo &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;postar&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;estou&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Estou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;num&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;novo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lugar&lt;/span&gt;, um &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ano&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mais&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;velha&lt;/span&gt; e com &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;outras metas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aqui&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vai&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;minha&lt;/span&gt; nova &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lista&lt;/span&gt; do &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ridiculo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;poderia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;deixar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;escrever&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;esse&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ano&lt;/span&gt;...rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Comprar roupas novas. ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ir mais no cinema. ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Viajar em fevereiro de 2011 ou antes possivel(cruzeiro)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Comprar um relogio. ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Estudar mais,passar no vestibular(fuvest) (foi na unifesp) ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ter certeza de qual carreira seguir&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pintar o cabelo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ser feliz no amor, encontrar alguem que me faca mais feliz. ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Comprar o livro O vendedor de armas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;O resto vou acrescentando ao longo do ano,apesar de nao faltar mto para o fim do ano. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744524084964651782-543024370502896318?l=andsst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/feeds/543024370502896318/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/2010/08/nova-lista.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744524084964651782/posts/default/543024370502896318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744524084964651782/posts/default/543024370502896318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/2010/08/nova-lista.html' title='Nova lista'/><author><name>Tk"S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01433426949248865736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8heZ_Wxb4U/TfGsWSG9lPI/AAAAAAAAAGw/364xw1EQXio/s220/85659%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744524084964651782.post-3837406742704723303</id><published>2010-01-02T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T17:40:58.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ano Novo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jKSzWpNPcrE/Sz9QaAbGBfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/VSb-gov1vyY/s1600-h/DSC03714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jKSzWpNPcrE/Sz9QaAbGBfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/VSb-gov1vyY/s320/DSC03714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422140884097828338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jKSzWpNPcrE/Sz9QSoeWwRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YauDTZSw5BM/s1600-h/DSC03715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jKSzWpNPcrE/Sz9QSoeWwRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YauDTZSw5BM/s320/DSC03715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422140757409972498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744524084964651782-3837406742704723303?l=andsst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/feeds/3837406742704723303/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/2010/01/ano-novo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744524084964651782/posts/default/3837406742704723303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744524084964651782/posts/default/3837406742704723303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/2010/01/ano-novo.html' title='Ano Novo!'/><author><name>Tk"S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01433426949248865736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8heZ_Wxb4U/TfGsWSG9lPI/AAAAAAAAAGw/364xw1EQXio/s220/85659%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jKSzWpNPcrE/Sz9QaAbGBfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/VSb-gov1vyY/s72-c/DSC03714.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744524084964651782.post-3347624815440229907</id><published>2009-12-30T04:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T05:23:34.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009: Um bom ano!</title><content type='html'>Depois de muito tempo sem postar volto para fazer um balanco de 2009. Aconteceu tudo ao contrario do que esperava,mas de uma certa forma ocorreu tudo bem. No comeco do ano estava desanimada por estar parada,mas em maio comecei a trabalhar e tudo mudou. Vi como e dificil trabalhar aqui no Jp,aprendi a valorizar mais as coisas que tenho. Lembro que no final do ano passado fiz um mural com as metas para 2009 e de todas nao consegui realizar quase nada,mas acho que em troca ganhei muitas coisas boas. Tinha ate feito a lista do ridiculo...rs. Mas aqui vai as coisas boas que aconteceram esse ano:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Consegui um trabalho&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Comprei um Ipod&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fiz boas amizades&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fui na Universal Studios&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nao abracei as pessoas que sinto saudade,mas por outro lado abracei todas as pessoas que estao perto de mim e sao importantes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me apaixonei novamente (*_*)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fui ao cinema,mas nao diria que assisti um bom filme pois dormi..rs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Esqueci uma velha magoa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Comprei livros interessantes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Descobri mais um pouco sobre mim&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nao cobrei muito de mim mesma&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aprendi a deixar o passado para tras&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Consegui pela primeira vez comprar presentes para minha familia ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Joguei muita conversa fora&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dei muita risada&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Consegui guardar um dinheiro&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Nao me arrependo de nada que fiz, apenas de me estressar. De um modo geral estou satisfeita por esse ano.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744524084964651782-3347624815440229907?l=andsst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/feeds/3347624815440229907/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009-um-bom-ano.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744524084964651782/posts/default/3347624815440229907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744524084964651782/posts/default/3347624815440229907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009-um-bom-ano.html' title='2009: Um bom ano!'/><author><name>Tk"S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01433426949248865736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8heZ_Wxb4U/TfGsWSG9lPI/AAAAAAAAAGw/364xw1EQXio/s220/85659%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744524084964651782.post-5222269499810004569</id><published>2009-08-20T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T04:40:52.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O que você tem a dizer?&lt;br /&gt;Não há nada além de você mesmo e a sua força interior.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo se foi.&lt;br /&gt;As verdades que você considerava eterna mudaram.&lt;br /&gt;Até seus próprios medos te enganaram.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo mudou.&lt;br /&gt;Não há mais as pessoas queridas por perto.&lt;br /&gt;Agora todos são frios.&lt;br /&gt;Seus próprios pensamentos são descontrolados.&lt;br /&gt;Como vc explica?&lt;br /&gt;E aquela fase de sermos jovens?&lt;br /&gt;Donos do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Acabou.&lt;br /&gt;Restaram apenas as marcas da vida.&lt;br /&gt;E a tua juventude guardada em gavetas velhas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744524084964651782-5222269499810004569?l=andsst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/feeds/5222269499810004569/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-que-vc-tem-dizer-nao-ha-nada-alem-de.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744524084964651782/posts/default/5222269499810004569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744524084964651782/posts/default/5222269499810004569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-que-vc-tem-dizer-nao-ha-nada-alem-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Tk"S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01433426949248865736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8heZ_Wxb4U/TfGsWSG9lPI/AAAAAAAAAGw/364xw1EQXio/s220/85659%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744524084964651782.post-8899301473107123316</id><published>2009-08-01T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T20:50:46.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jKSzWpNPcrE/SnUGwWNbKRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/psfx7cOxgQc/s1600-h/IMGP1428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365201958747187474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jKSzWpNPcrE/SnUGwWNbKRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/psfx7cOxgQc/s320/IMGP1428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jKSzWpNPcrE/SnUGWmUepII/AAAAAAAAAFI/dp72z_iPWzQ/s1600-h/DSC01360.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faz um bom tempo que perdi contato com grandes pessoas, realmente importantes em algum dado momento da minha vida e sinto que uma parte de eu foi embora junto com elas. Às vezes fico sem saber o que realmente quero, a impressão é que só é bom enquanto desejo, depois que consigo perde a graça, talvez eu esteja atrás de objetivos fúteis demais para serem importantes. Isso me faz pensar que estou a disperdiçar tempo. Há dias em que me sinto a pessoa mais segura do mundo e em outros a pessoa mais frágil. Uma revolta meio boba de fugir e desaparecer, aí volto a vida. Parece que a cada aniversário a realidade fica mais nítida e aquele sentimento de mudar o mundo desaparece e isso me entristece. Vejo meus sonhos tão perto e longe ao mesmo tempo, parece fácil, mas é estranho. Sinto que nesse mundo os sonhos não tem lugar, só as obrigações. Penso em vários caminhos diferentes,mas parece que no fim não vai fazer diferença. Não sei ainda o que realmente vou fazer da minha vida, isso dá um certo desespero. Sinto falta de uma conversa boba num fim de tarde e de um simples abraço. &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/7744524084964651782-8899301473107123316?l=andsst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/feeds/8899301473107123316/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/2009/08/faz-um-bom-tempo-que-perdi-contato-com.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744524084964651782/posts/default/8899301473107123316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744524084964651782/posts/default/8899301473107123316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/2009/08/faz-um-bom-tempo-que-perdi-contato-com.html' title=''/><author><name>Tk"S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01433426949248865736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8heZ_Wxb4U/TfGsWSG9lPI/AAAAAAAAAGw/364xw1EQXio/s220/85659%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jKSzWpNPcrE/SnUGwWNbKRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/psfx7cOxgQc/s72-c/IMGP1428.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744524084964651782.post-6991566776145245319</id><published>2009-06-04T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T03:51:49.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponto final. Agora começa uma nova fase.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jKSzWpNPcrE/SienLyinFeI/AAAAAAAAAFA/sN-HvtjthRM/s1600-h/CIMG0624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343423303885723106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jKSzWpNPcrE/SienLyinFeI/AAAAAAAAAFA/sN-HvtjthRM/s400/CIMG0624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois de tanto tempo me sinto muito bem! (^o^*) Faz tempo que não me sentia assim. Vejo esperança para lutar pelo amanhã. Tenho a impressão que apenas passei pelos 4 meses sem nada de concreto. Espero agora poder caminhar com passos firmes. Ainda tenho muito o que fazer por este ano. &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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744524084964651782-6991566776145245319?l=andsst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/feeds/6991566776145245319/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/2009/06/ponto-final-agora-comeca-uma-nova-fase.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744524084964651782/posts/default/6991566776145245319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744524084964651782/posts/default/6991566776145245319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/2009/06/ponto-final-agora-comeca-uma-nova-fase.html' title='Ponto final. Agora começa uma nova fase.'/><author><name>Tk"S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01433426949248865736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8heZ_Wxb4U/TfGsWSG9lPI/AAAAAAAAAGw/364xw1EQXio/s220/85659%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jKSzWpNPcrE/SienLyinFeI/AAAAAAAAAFA/sN-HvtjthRM/s72-c/CIMG0624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744524084964651782.post-8349276060383897588</id><published>2009-04-28T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T23:54:59.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>Ultimamente ando muito desanimada. :( Eu quero acreditar que não importa o quanto eu fraqueje, vou lutar,mas é muito difícil. Estou cansada dessa situação, cansada por desanimar. É triste relembrar coisas do passado que ainda machucam. Quero esquecer o passado,mas está marcado em mim. Não quero simplesmente deixar desmoronar as coisas,mas às vezes até meus planos perdem o sentido. Chega de tanta tristeza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744524084964651782-8349276060383897588?l=andsst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/feeds/8349276060383897588/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744524084964651782/posts/default/8349276060383897588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744524084964651782/posts/default/8349276060383897588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Tk"S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01433426949248865736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8heZ_Wxb4U/TfGsWSG9lPI/AAAAAAAAAGw/364xw1EQXio/s220/85659%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744524084964651782.post-295484581041445505</id><published>2009-04-19T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T00:48:19.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alguns cliques</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jKSzWpNPcrE/SerWVwurEaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HbjKdJ7spb0/s1600-h/DSC00902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326305178665292194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jKSzWpNPcrE/SerWVwurEaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HbjKdJ7spb0/s400/DSC00902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jKSzWpNPcrE/SerWMYN3dbI/AAAAAAAAAEw/54Lk_Xs6p-U/s1600-h/DSC00908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326305017466418610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jKSzWpNPcrE/SerWMYN3dbI/AAAAAAAAAEw/54Lk_Xs6p-U/s400/DSC00908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jKSzWpNPcrE/SerV_PKHBTI/AAAAAAAAAEo/bzPVxGV6k9s/s1600-h/DSC00910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326304791696442674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jKSzWpNPcrE/SerV_PKHBTI/AAAAAAAAAEo/bzPVxGV6k9s/s400/DSC00910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jKSzWpNPcrE/SerV1VqXiaI/AAAAAAAAAEg/TNYtPrhoI04/s1600-h/DSC00913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326304621643663778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jKSzWpNPcrE/SerV1VqXiaI/AAAAAAAAAEg/TNYtPrhoI04/s400/DSC00913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jKSzWpNPcrE/SerVsYDkLaI/AAAAAAAAAEY/TaARPoQJZIo/s1600-h/DSC00915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326304467667398050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jKSzWpNPcrE/SerVsYDkLaI/AAAAAAAAAEY/TaARPoQJZIo/s400/DSC00915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jKSzWpNPcrE/SerVgR85SoI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/_UW7KJVxvGE/s1600-h/DSC00940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326304259870378626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jKSzWpNPcrE/SerVgR85SoI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/_UW7KJVxvGE/s400/DSC00940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jKSzWpNPcrE/SerUsbQROxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ws6wZdw1CuE/s1600-h/DSC00963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326303369014360850" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jKSzWpNPcrE/SerUDYIlhpI/AAAAAAAAADg/fqiLBQg1lrc/s400/DSC00991.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/_jKSzWpNPcrE/SerT5_qPzaI/AAAAAAAAADY/l9hdPvDVErE/s1600-h/DSC00997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326302502613667234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jKSzWpNPcrE/SerT5_qPzaI/AAAAAAAAADY/l9hdPvDVErE/s400/DSC00997.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/_jKSzWpNPcrE/SerTsNW-62I/AAAAAAAAADQ/hvdKQF666VE/s1600-h/DSC01002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326302265772796770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jKSzWpNPcrE/SerTsNW-62I/AAAAAAAAADQ/hvdKQF666VE/s400/DSC01002.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/_jKSzWpNPcrE/SerTepy8wRI/AAAAAAAAADI/RADq3UVmvz0/s1600-h/DSC01004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326302032888119570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jKSzWpNPcrE/SerTepy8wRI/AAAAAAAAADI/RADq3UVmvz0/s400/DSC01004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Nossa vida é como uma montanha-russa enquanto você não se "joga", levanta os braços e grita, perde a graça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744524084964651782-295484581041445505?l=andsst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/feeds/295484581041445505/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/2009/04/alguns-cliques.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744524084964651782/posts/default/295484581041445505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744524084964651782/posts/default/295484581041445505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/2009/04/alguns-cliques.html' title='Alguns cliques'/><author><name>Tk"S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01433426949248865736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8heZ_Wxb4U/TfGsWSG9lPI/AAAAAAAAAGw/364xw1EQXio/s220/85659%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jKSzWpNPcrE/SerWVwurEaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HbjKdJ7spb0/s72-c/DSC00902.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744524084964651782.post-1340207768602216078</id><published>2009-04-11T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T10:08:57.611-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Anos 80</title><content type='html'>Se eu pudesse escolher uma época para nascer, escolheria meados dos anos 70. Um tempo em que o capitalismo não esmagava as pobres criaturas do mundo. Quando a globalização ainda não estava tão avançada e a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; ainda não era acessível a todos. As velhas e adoráveis cartas foram substituídas por e-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mails&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;scraps&lt;/span&gt;. Um tempo em que as pessoas eram mais calmas e felizes. Hoje a doença mais normal é a tal da depressão. Tempo dos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hippies em&lt;/span&gt; que as pessoas usavam drogas não para escapar da realidade ,mas para viver loucamente, experimentar uma nova sensação. Não que eu seja a favor do uso de drogas,mas como tudo mudou. O conceito das coisas, os padrões de ética e moral. O amor nunca foi tão banalizado como nos tempos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;atuais&lt;/span&gt;. Hoje a televisão não é mais um bom programa de entretenimento e sim programas entupidos por imagens vulgares e sem nenhum conteúdo educativo. Antes sentimentos eram importantes, hoje nada mais tem importância. Apenas dinheiro, posição social, aparência. Tudo são produtos fáceis.  A nossa percepção sobre o tempo mudou de tal forma que não mais o "sentimos". Estamos sempre vivendo em função dos ponteiros, de planos, de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ações&lt;/span&gt; esperados por outros, de trabalhos, de dinheiro. Porém foi nessa época que surgiu a tendência ao individualismo. Talvez foi exatamente aí que tudo começou, todo esse caos que o mundo é hoje. Hoje o caos é aceito, como se fosse normal e entrasse em equilíbrio com nossas vidas "vazias". Quero a vida mais simples ou talvez quero apenas enxergar as mudanças com outros olhos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744524084964651782-1340207768602216078?l=andsst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/feeds/1340207768602216078/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/2009/04/anos-80.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744524084964651782/posts/default/1340207768602216078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744524084964651782/posts/default/1340207768602216078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/2009/04/anos-80.html' title='Anos 80'/><author><name>Tk"S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01433426949248865736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8heZ_Wxb4U/TfGsWSG9lPI/AAAAAAAAAGw/364xw1EQXio/s220/85659%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744524084964651782.post-5487565394479868331</id><published>2009-04-04T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T04:34:47.512-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>Se...</title><content type='html'>Se eu pudesse me jogar no infinito&lt;br /&gt;Como um sopro na minha mente&lt;br /&gt;E tudo fosse embora&lt;br /&gt;Se eu me jogasse&lt;br /&gt;Quem me seguraria?&lt;br /&gt;E se tudo não passar de mera ilusão?&lt;br /&gt;Quem é que me fez acreditar em sonhos?&lt;br /&gt;Se eles estão distantes&lt;br /&gt;Se o vão do desespero existir?&lt;br /&gt;No que vale a pena acreditar?&lt;br /&gt;Os meus gritos ficaram mudos&lt;br /&gt;Qual seria a mentira que fariam eu acreditar?&lt;br /&gt;Se tudo é tão lógico, de onde surgiu a incerteza?&lt;br /&gt;Se as lágrimas rolarem&lt;br /&gt;Eu estarei aqui&lt;br /&gt;Parada&lt;br /&gt;Mergulhada no meu próprio desânimo&lt;br /&gt;Se eu quisesse mergulhar no nada&lt;br /&gt;Quem iria me impedir?&lt;br /&gt;Acreditar é mais difícil do que fingir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744524084964651782-5487565394479868331?l=andsst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/feeds/5487565394479868331/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/2009/04/se.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744524084964651782/posts/default/5487565394479868331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744524084964651782/posts/default/5487565394479868331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/2009/04/se.html' title='Se...'/><author><name>Tk"S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01433426949248865736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8heZ_Wxb4U/TfGsWSG9lPI/AAAAAAAAAGw/364xw1EQXio/s220/85659%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744524084964651782.post-925443318177483833</id><published>2009-04-02T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:51:36.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Só por hoje</title><content type='html'>Hoje não quero ser o meu próprio muro das lamentações. Então aqui vai uma música.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Eu e a vida&lt;br /&gt; Jorge Vercilo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem me pedir&lt;br /&gt;além do que eu posso dar&lt;br /&gt;É aí que o aprendizado está&lt;br /&gt;Vem de onde não sonhei&lt;br /&gt;me presentear&lt;br /&gt;Quando chega o fim da linha&lt;br /&gt;e já não há aonde ir&lt;br /&gt;Num passe de mágica&lt;br /&gt;A vida nos traz sonhos pra seguir&lt;br /&gt;Queima meus navios&lt;br /&gt;pr'eu me superar&lt;br /&gt;as vezes pedindo&lt;br /&gt;que ela vem nos dar&lt;br /&gt;o melhor de si&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando vejo,&lt;br /&gt;a vida espera mais de mim&lt;br /&gt;mais além, mais de mim&lt;br /&gt;O eterno aprendizado é o próprio fim&lt;br /&gt;Já nem sei se tem fim&lt;br /&gt;De elástica, minha alma dá de si&lt;br /&gt;Mais além, mais de mim&lt;br /&gt;Cada ano a vida pede mais de mim&lt;br /&gt;mais de nós, mais além&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem me privar pra ver&lt;br /&gt;o que vou fazer&lt;br /&gt;Me prepara pro que vai chegar&lt;br /&gt;Vem me desapontar&lt;br /&gt;pra me ver crescer&lt;br /&gt;Eu sonhei viver paixões, glamour&lt;br /&gt;Num filme de chorar&lt;br /&gt;Mas como é Felini, o dia-a-dia&lt;br /&gt;Minha orquestra a ensaiar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Entre decadência e elegância&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zique-zaguear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hoje, aceito o caos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando vejo,&lt;br /&gt;a vida espera mais de mim&lt;br /&gt;mais além, mais de mim&lt;br /&gt;O eterno aprendizado é o próprio fim&lt;br /&gt;Já nem sei se tem fim&lt;br /&gt;De elástica, minha alma dá de si&lt;br /&gt;Mais além, mais de mim&lt;br /&gt;Cada ano a vida pede mais de mim&lt;br /&gt;mais de nós, mais além&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744524084964651782-925443318177483833?l=andsst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/feeds/925443318177483833/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-por-hoje.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744524084964651782/posts/default/925443318177483833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744524084964651782/posts/default/925443318177483833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-por-hoje.html' title='Só por hoje'/><author><name>Tk"S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01433426949248865736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8heZ_Wxb4U/TfGsWSG9lPI/AAAAAAAAAGw/364xw1EQXio/s220/85659%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744524084964651782.post-7687014064743839803</id><published>2009-03-24T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T00:21:05.479-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='niver'/><title type='text'>Piquenique :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jKSzWpNPcrE/SciJi9hxW7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/wwMBxg_iKaE/s1600-h/polaroid-andreababi[1].png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316650593835637682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 331px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jKSzWpNPcrE/SciJi9hxW7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/wwMBxg_iKaE/s400/polaroid-andreababi%5B1%5D.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316649997680824946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jKSzWpNPcrE/SciJAQrY0nI/AAAAAAAAACo/rEmWWiDLVOU/s400/DSC00764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jKSzWpNPcrE/SciJL8XpdtI/AAAAAAAAACw/B-UgwhzirSM/s1600-h/DSC00778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316650198387750610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jKSzWpNPcrE/SciJL8XpdtI/AAAAAAAAACw/B-UgwhzirSM/s400/DSC00778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jKSzWpNPcrE/SciIAEZ3lUI/AAAAAAAAACg/I1_8h6ck4Eg/s1600-h/DSC00763.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744524084964651782-7687014064743839803?l=andsst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/feeds/7687014064743839803/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/2009/03/piquenique.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744524084964651782/posts/default/7687014064743839803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744524084964651782/posts/default/7687014064743839803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/2009/03/piquenique.html' title='Piquenique :)'/><author><name>Tk"S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01433426949248865736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8heZ_Wxb4U/TfGsWSG9lPI/AAAAAAAAAGw/364xw1EQXio/s220/85659%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jKSzWpNPcrE/SciJi9hxW7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/wwMBxg_iKaE/s72-c/polaroid-andreababi%5B1%5D.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744524084964651782.post-2060443977163728911</id><published>2009-03-21T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T08:09:53.371-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><title type='text'>Mais uma vez</title><content type='html'>Vez ou outra sinto-me estranhamente calma. Não que eu não goste de ser calma,mas é uma calmaria que chega a irritar. Esse sentimento se assemelha com o conformismo,sabe aquela velha maneira de fingirmos para nós mesmas? Com a resposta: Está tudo bem. Porém algo dentro de mim grita: Definitivamente não está tudo bem. Não quero deixar como está, quero mais chutar a calmaria. Quero mais &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ação&lt;/span&gt;, mais loucura, mais amor. Sonho com uma vida mais doida,não assim como está. Preciso urgentemente de mudanças, sinto que falta mais amor pela vida. Não que eu não o tenha, falta me arriscar mais e não me prender ao inútil medo. Quero me jogar na vida e marcar um encontro com a liberdade. Necessito sentir mais e pensar menos. Quero que meus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;atos&lt;/span&gt; e passos sejam inesperados até por mim. Não quero ter a certeza de tudo nem saber de cor cada final de um pensamento meu. Quero fazer mil loucuras para que minha vida não chegue a ser normal,porque normal já é passado. Não quero o tédio estampado no dia-a-dia e muito menos a rotina de mãos dadas com o meu estúpido conformismo. Quero ver a alegria e a rebeldia em mim. Quero a paixão pela vida nascer mais uma vez dentro de mim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744524084964651782-2060443977163728911?l=andsst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/feeds/2060443977163728911/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/2009/03/mais-uma-vez.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744524084964651782/posts/default/2060443977163728911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744524084964651782/posts/default/2060443977163728911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/2009/03/mais-uma-vez.html' title='Mais uma vez'/><author><name>Tk"S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01433426949248865736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8heZ_Wxb4U/TfGsWSG9lPI/AAAAAAAAAGw/364xw1EQXio/s220/85659%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744524084964651782.post-5050568083007848582</id><published>2009-03-18T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T02:27:54.932-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artesanato'/><title type='text'>Pulseiras</title><content type='html'>Ontem fui ao shopping. E comprei essa revista e linhas. Finalmente aprendi a fazer pulseiras. É bem simples,basta ter tesoura e linha. Um detalhe muito importante paciência para não se perder com tantos nós. ^o^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha as três primeiras:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314736207723802146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jKSzWpNPcrE/ScG8bBhIriI/AAAAAAAAAB4/JqWz6abDFMQ/s400/DSC00707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314736533459169602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jKSzWpNPcrE/ScG8t--f8UI/AAAAAAAAACA/xPw34fzICHk/s400/DSC00716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314736784242209634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jKSzWpNPcrE/ScG88lN1c2I/AAAAAAAAACI/bmSM6UI5eo0/s400/DSC00715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744524084964651782-5050568083007848582?l=andsst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/feeds/5050568083007848582/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/2009/03/minhas-pulseiras.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744524084964651782/posts/default/5050568083007848582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744524084964651782/posts/default/5050568083007848582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/2009/03/minhas-pulseiras.html' title='Pulseiras'/><author><name>Tk"S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01433426949248865736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8heZ_Wxb4U/TfGsWSG9lPI/AAAAAAAAAGw/364xw1EQXio/s220/85659%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jKSzWpNPcrE/ScG8bBhIriI/AAAAAAAAAB4/JqWz6abDFMQ/s72-c/DSC00707.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744524084964651782.post-3206570299342132735</id><published>2009-03-16T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T08:02:58.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Velho erro</title><content type='html'>Sempre esperei dos outros mais do deveria esperar. Talvez até por querer de certa forma a mesma intensidade. Aí a velha frase do Shakspeare: "Um dia você aprende a sutil diferença entre estender a mão e acorrentar uma alma." vem a minha mente. Gostava tanto que aos poucos depositava toda minha confiança até o ponto de depender emocionalmente das pessoas. Chegava a ser emotiva demais e até hoje continuo assim. Por tantas vezes quebrar a cara,fui aprendendo,mas nem tanto(senão não estaria aqui escrevendo isso). Que é preciso saber equilibrar e que primeiro de tudo: preciso construir minha própria base e não depender de ninguém,pois na maioria das vezes as pessoas simplesmente não ligam e por outras vezes nós que não ligamos.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que por mais que não valha a pena, ainda penso,questiono,fico triste e choro. Acabo caindo sempre no velho erro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744524084964651782-3206570299342132735?l=andsst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/feeds/3206570299342132735/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/2009/03/velho-erro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744524084964651782/posts/default/3206570299342132735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744524084964651782/posts/default/3206570299342132735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/2009/03/velho-erro.html' title='Velho erro'/><author><name>Tk"S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01433426949248865736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8heZ_Wxb4U/TfGsWSG9lPI/AAAAAAAAAGw/364xw1EQXio/s220/85659%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744524084964651782.post-5331214734679456582</id><published>2009-03-15T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T06:47:00.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lista do ridículo</title><content type='html'>Desde o ano passado falei que faria essa lista com minha amiga e acabamos não fazendo ;(...O intuito é colocar desde coisas bobas até as importantes para eu ter mais ânimo e coragem para realizá-las!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lista do ridículo para 2009&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ir a um show bom e gritar e pular até me cansar.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Viajar para qualquer lugar e descansar sem me preocupar com horário.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ir a praia e me jogar na água sem medo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pagar um bom mico só para me divertir..rs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ir ao cinema e assistir um bom filme.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Abraçar todas as pessoas que sinto saudade.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me apaixonar de verdade.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Esquecer as velhas mágoas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dar muita risada.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No meu niver fazer algo diferente.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;* Ao longo do tempo vou adicionando mais itens e riscando os que eu fizer! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744524084964651782-5331214734679456582?l=andsst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/feeds/5331214734679456582/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/2009/03/lista-do-ridiculo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744524084964651782/posts/default/5331214734679456582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744524084964651782/posts/default/5331214734679456582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/2009/03/lista-do-ridiculo.html' title='Lista do ridículo'/><author><name>Tk"S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01433426949248865736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8heZ_Wxb4U/TfGsWSG9lPI/AAAAAAAAAGw/364xw1EQXio/s220/85659%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744524084964651782.post-5327461386353150196</id><published>2009-03-13T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T03:20:21.294-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Na minha mente as coisas se confundem e embaralham. Estou indo a uma direção contrária,meus atos ficaram presos em minha mente e o tempo cada vez mais me assusta. A certeza já não tenho,assim como meu passado. As pessoas ficaram apenas na lembrança,porque agora tudo é nada mais do mesmo. Sempre lá esperando por uma mão ou um socorro,esperando o que eu nem sei mais esperar. Amando apenas os vícios e os defeitos de uma identidade. Uma tentativa vã de fugir da realidade, construindo sonhos só meus. Contando os dias para acordar. Vivendo apenas para arrancar ideias mal concebidas e paradigmas baratos,assim como acreditar na essência das coisas. Sem teatros e especulações vou vivendo minha vida de mentira. Espero a primavera chegar para esses pensamentos se evaporarem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez tudo seja mais simples do que parece.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744524084964651782-5327461386353150196?l=andsst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/feeds/5327461386353150196/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/2009/03/na-minha-mente-as-coisas-se-confundem-e.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744524084964651782/posts/default/5327461386353150196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744524084964651782/posts/default/5327461386353150196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/2009/03/na-minha-mente-as-coisas-se-confundem-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Tk"S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01433426949248865736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8heZ_Wxb4U/TfGsWSG9lPI/AAAAAAAAAGw/364xw1EQXio/s220/85659%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7744524084964651782.post-5646179635479110467</id><published>2009-03-11T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T03:21:16.484-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='planos'/><title type='text'>Mudanças</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#663300;"&gt;Depois de sonhar alto e distante. Estou aqui refazendo planos e sonhos. Espero muito neste ano me encontrar, espero reunir forças o suficiente para batalhar pelos meus objetivos. Antes de tudo, o primeiro passo a ser dado é ter coragem e retornar ao Brasil. Acredito que este será o maior e mais importante passo a ser dado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7744524084964651782-5646179635479110467?l=andsst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/feeds/5646179635479110467/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/2009/03/mudancas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744524084964651782/posts/default/5646179635479110467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7744524084964651782/posts/default/5646179635479110467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andsst.blogspot.com/2009/03/mudancas.html' title='Mudanças'/><author><name>Tk"S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01433426949248865736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i8heZ_Wxb4U/TfGsWSG9lPI/AAAAAAAAAGw/364xw1EQXio/s220/85659%255B1%255D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
