<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-8462556680278011167</id><updated>2024-09-01T07:40:25.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so os loucos sabem</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeticiatomaz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8462556680278011167/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeticiatomaz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Letícia Tomaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689278372655584715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UxAQdt0HfM/S7iWNbrgPfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pje33Lyg7mQ/S220/OgAAAA8drQgYp0pZRf7saxRE97unjFF5CHXgvmH8NgCZEhTkFbZ-i8V3jPRI7510xQwKXiCQ0mhFAFpSwOxv76--ScUAm1T1UAavyqv0t4iESOZYSTWZuN6LyBdI.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462556680278011167.post-5634761684978610531</id><published>2010-08-30T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T11:08:36.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlMSWKGDCXsnxXPw_bxO4QiKVsCobKOi5WFxCIK-li-e8UmlIVQSDqQSASgVSVzqmQFTGK0oaEAQYu9F-WdIxy7xOj6wn1eM_q8RQ7GFnMc3mWAGSbo4p0spU93B4sGpLk5f1-UbCFlKcU/s1600/por+Marcela+Rodrigues+(1).jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlMSWKGDCXsnxXPw_bxO4QiKVsCobKOi5WFxCIK-li-e8UmlIVQSDqQSASgVSVzqmQFTGK0oaEAQYu9F-WdIxy7xOj6wn1eM_q8RQ7GFnMc3mWAGSbo4p0spU93B4sGpLk5f1-UbCFlKcU/s320/por+Marcela+Rodrigues+(1).jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Todos tem uma meta, um sonho que quer muito que realize, planos para a sua vida. Os meus eu já sei quais são , mas será que é possivel eles se tornarem realidade ? &lt;b&gt;(ýn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Aaaah saudade, uma coisa inexplicável. Quem é que não tem saudade de alguém ou de alguma coisa?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Eu por exemplo, tenho saudade da vida de antigamente. Alias quem não tem! Naquela época em qe não tínhamos qe nos preocupar com nd e nem ngm. Em que agente era feliz e não sabíamos, HAHA ‘ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Do tempo em que jogávamos queimada na rua, brincávamos de pique esconde e fazíamos Maria Chiquinha pra ir pra aula, isso sim era fase boa! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;*.* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Nos tempos de hoje é diferente, crescemos e já somos metidos a adultos. Qe tomam suas próprias decisões e deixam td o que possamos chamar de infantil para traz. Nos hoje temos uma visão mt diferente de antigamente. Nos dias de hoje nos preocupamos mais cm coisas materiais. Com que roupa eu vou? Eu fico ou não fico? Que festa tem esse fds? E tem também aquela saudade das coisas concretas. Que são objetos, momentos, brinquedos e até mesmo pessoas. Com quem você convivia e por alguma razão não estão mais com você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;:S&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Pessoas que mesmo sem querer fazem parte da sua historia e para todo smp vão permanecer nela, mesmo que já tenham ido há muito tempo. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Conclusão:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt; E de que vale os momentos se com o passar do tempo você se esquece de todos eles?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Amizade, aquele sentimento que é muito intenso, e é tão bom de se viver quando a amizade realmente é verdadeira.&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Aquele sentimento que não tem explicação. Que surge assim, do nada e quando você menos espera aquilo já tomou conta de você. &lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;:D&lt;/b&gt; Te deixa dependente da pessoa, fazendo com que não se separem por nada. Daí surge festas, fechamentos (&lt;st1:metricconverter productid=&quot;6’&quot; w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;6’&lt;/st1:metricconverter&gt;, passeios, viagens, e quando você vai ver, virou uma grande amizade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Tem aqueles amigos que surgem do nada e quando você menos espera se vão. Mas que com certeza vão ficar pra sempre nos nossos corações, pois afinal fizeram parte da nossa historia. E tem AQUELA AMIZADE, que nada ou ninguém separa ou substitui, e que independe do que aconteça vão sempre estar do seu lado pro que der e vier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Brigas? É lógico que tem mais quando a amizade é realmente verdadeira, essas “briguinhas” só fortificam mais e mais a nossa amizade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;E quanto vale um amigo em, eles sempre estão do nosso lado quando ninguém nos entende e eles nos compreendem. Ou como a minha amg diz: nossos amigos são os nossos diários ambulantes, que estão sempre ali pra nos ouvir e nos aconselhar, dando tudo de bom e do melhor para nos. Pois afinal, &lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;A Amizade é tudo&lt;/b&gt; ♫&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;sempre que quiser, sempre que puder e sempre que tiver vontade.&amp;nbsp; Porque não há nada melhor do que um sorriso pra te deixar de bem com a vida o resto do dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Então, sorria:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Sempre que ver pessoas que ama;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Sempre que ouvir um elogio;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Sempre que receber uma boa noticia;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Sempre que ver uma coisa legal;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Sempre que tirar uma nota boa;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Sempre que estiver com quem ama;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Sempre que ouvir uma piada;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Sempre que estiver feliz,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Afinal; para ser &lt;b&gt;feliz&lt;/b&gt; , só basta um &lt;b&gt;sorriso&lt;/b&gt; (8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&#39;&#39; ele não começa com &quot;era uma vez&quot; e nem termina com &quot;felizes para sempre&quot;. ele começa com um sorriso, uma lágrima. ele começa com palavras doces, simpáticas e verdadeiras. ele começa com um olhar, com uma conversa. ele começa como uma música, que faz todos entrarem nela e envolve cada vez mais em suas armadilhas. independente das pessoas, dos lugares, e dos tempos, sempre vai ser amor. o amor não é feito de palavrinhas idiotas, o amor é feito de grandes gestos, como aviões levandos faixas sobre estádios, propostas em telões, ou palavras gigantes escritas no céu. / to exagerando um pouco né ? hahahaha O amor é ir mais além mesmo que doa, deixando tudo pra trás . o amor é encontrar uma coragem dentro de si que nem se sabia que existia ! &#39;&#39;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeticiatomaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7218704290099882931/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leeticiatomaz.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8462556680278011167/posts/default/7218704290099882931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8462556680278011167/posts/default/7218704290099882931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeticiatomaz.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-amor.html' title='o amor ?'/><author><name>Letícia Tomaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689278372655584715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UxAQdt0HfM/S7iWNbrgPfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pje33Lyg7mQ/S220/OgAAAA8drQgYp0pZRf7saxRE97unjFF5CHXgvmH8NgCZEhTkFbZ-i8V3jPRI7510xQwKXiCQ0mhFAFpSwOxv76--ScUAm1T1UAavyqv0t4iESOZYSTWZuN6LyBdI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UxAQdt0HfM/TDfxu7EmDWI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Bl9fD6cELgc/s72-c/mau_te_amo.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462556680278011167.post-6818852095829904377</id><published>2010-07-09T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T21:00:17.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a vida,</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content=&quot;text/html; charset=utf-8&quot; http-equiv=&quot;Content-Type&quot;&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content=&quot;Word.Document&quot; name=&quot;ProgId&quot;&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content=&quot;Microsoft Word 11&quot; name=&quot;Generator&quot;&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content=&quot;Microsoft Word 11&quot; name=&quot;Originator&quot;&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;link href=&quot;file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cusuario%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml&quot; rel=&quot;File-List&quot;&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype name=&quot;PersonName&quot; namespaceuri=&quot;urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags&quot;&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;style&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;muitos até tentam, mas poucos conseguem compreender-la ;/&amp;nbsp; tem momentos em que nada faz sentido ou muito pelo contrario, tudo faz sentido. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;O amor&lt;/b&gt;, por exemplo, é mais. È mais do que qualquer coisa passageira, ‘’mais do que saudade, mais do que prazer, vai além do pensamento ‘’. É AQULE sentimento que quando vem á tona não tem pra onde e nem como fugir, aquele sentimento que te faz ficar arrepiada com sussurros na orelha, aquele que te deixa nervosa por qualquer coisa, aquele pro qual você não sabe dizer não.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Mas como é que você pode sentir a todas essas emoções se você desiste logo no primeiro obstáculo? Não é porque a vida não te sorriu hoje, que ela haverá de não sorrir amanha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Por exemplo, não é porque o amor da sua vida corre um enorme risco de ir embora que você vai desistir dele, ou vai? Muito pelo contrario, é essa a hora que você tem pra tentar antes que esse amor se vá, e nunca mais volte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;A mesma coisa acontece com &lt;b&gt;a amizade. &lt;/b&gt;Aquele sentimento que surge do nada e vai te conquistando aos poucos. Aquele que sempre fica do seu lado, que sempre ergue a sua cabeça nos momentos de fossa. Aquela que grita,vibra e canta com você a sua vitória. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Mas se daí surge um obstáculo, uma briguinha boba e você vai logo se afastando dessa amiga, daí, quando você mais perceber, ela já vai ter ido. ;/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;É nessas horas que nos mais precisamos do &lt;b&gt;perdão. &lt;/b&gt;Pra poder curar qualquer ferida e deixar de lado tudo o que você não fez certo. Perdão; sentimento que muitos conhecem e poucos sabem perdoar. Será porque isso em? Por &lt;b&gt;medo&lt;/b&gt;. Medo de que no futuro haja uma segunda vez, medo de que no futuro aconteça tudo igual. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Conclusão: por mais que você passe por altos e baixos, você NUNCA deve desistir. Muito pelo contrario, erga sua cabeça e siga &lt;st1:personname productid=&quot;em frente. Porque&quot; w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;em frente. Porque&lt;/st1:personname&gt;, por mais dolorosa que a vida seja, esse é o sentido da vida.&amp;nbsp; Amar o próximo e principalmente saber oferecer o perdão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Por isso ame, viva a cada dia como se fosse o último, e ame a sua maneira. &lt;b&gt;Bjss &lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Estrangelo Edessa&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff9900;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeticiatomaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6818852095829904377/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leeticiatomaz.blogspot.com/2010/07/vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8462556680278011167/posts/default/6818852095829904377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8462556680278011167/posts/default/6818852095829904377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeticiatomaz.blogspot.com/2010/07/vida.html' title='a vida,'/><author><name>Letícia Tomaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689278372655584715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UxAQdt0HfM/S7iWNbrgPfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pje33Lyg7mQ/S220/OgAAAA8drQgYp0pZRf7saxRE97unjFF5CHXgvmH8NgCZEhTkFbZ-i8V3jPRI7510xQwKXiCQ0mhFAFpSwOxv76--ScUAm1T1UAavyqv0t4iESOZYSTWZuN6LyBdI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UxAQdt0HfM/TDfv8oWcoHI/AAAAAAAAAGg/acavIYjPjdo/s72-c/%3Bz.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462556680278011167.post-8480711941611729741</id><published>2010-07-03T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T11:03:43.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Basta perder o medo,</title><content type='html'>e perceber que o segredo é arriscar ♪&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Quem é que nunca amou e não foi amado?&amp;nbsp; Que  gostava muito de uma pessoa e essa pessoa não tava nem aí pra você?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Pois é, a vida é cheia de altos e baixos. E esses,  são os baixos ;s&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Levar um fora,  ter um amor não correspondido, enfim, ser feita de boba é normal. Por  pior que seja!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Mas, faz parte  gente! É a Lei da Vida. Isso acontece pra você poder aprender o que é  bom e o que é ruim. Isso faz com que você cresça e aprenda como a vida  é.&amp;nbsp; Então se isso aconteceu com você, uma das minhas leitoras; erga sua  cabeça, parta pra outra e &lt;b&gt;VIVA A VIDA&lt;/b&gt; , como se cada dia fosse o  ultimo ! &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeticiatomaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8723351239202868596/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leeticiatomaz.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-final-tudo-pode-ser-uma-desilusao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8462556680278011167/posts/default/8723351239202868596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8462556680278011167/posts/default/8723351239202868596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeticiatomaz.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-final-tudo-pode-ser-uma-desilusao.html' title='No final, tudo pode ser uma desilusão...'/><author><name>Letícia Tomaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689278372655584715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UxAQdt0HfM/S7iWNbrgPfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pje33Lyg7mQ/S220/OgAAAA8drQgYp0pZRf7saxRE97unjFF5CHXgvmH8NgCZEhTkFbZ-i8V3jPRI7510xQwKXiCQ0mhFAFpSwOxv76--ScUAm1T1UAavyqv0t4iESOZYSTWZuN6LyBdI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UxAQdt0HfM/TA772hq1jaI/AAAAAAAAAFg/qOUNi5SBlUc/s72-c/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o%2Bpartido2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462556680278011167.post-2127751912837087351</id><published>2010-05-26T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T09:50:33.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gatos, unhas coloridas ,all estar  e amassos (6&#39;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UxAQdt0HfM/S_1Q_Bj9bdI/AAAAAAAAAFA/egZ9lR-W9U0/s1600/jhn+mmtj.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9UxAQdt0HfM/S_1Q_Bj9bdI/AAAAAAAAAFA/egZ9lR-W9U0/s320/jhn+mmtj.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Coisas bem tipicas de uma adolescente . né ? hahaha&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ou vai me dizer que você não é uma daquelas adolescentes que pintas as unhas uma de cada cor, não tira o all star do pé e vive falando dos gatos e amassos ? se você disser que não é assim , sinto mt em informar mais vce não é uma adolescente normal UAHAUAH .&lt;br /&gt;
Geeente ! é a adolescencia, a fase mais gostosa de se viver . é sair pra fetas e não chegar na hr marcada, é discutir com os pais, é ter uma baita de uma espinha no queixo , é a fase de descobertas gente ! a fase de beijar na boca, namorar, sair pra ver gente, e se divertir acima de tudo . ;DD&lt;br /&gt;
Pois então, se você é uma adolescente NORMAL trate de logo de ir fazer essas coisas&amp;nbsp; e curta, curta mt essa fase . Sem medo de errar . Afinal, isso é ser um adolecente ! 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Aaaaaah o primeiro bjo. o dia mais esperado por uma garota né hahaha. junto com a espectativa também vem o medo . o que fazer, o qe dizer, ou melhor como se beija ? OMG OMG &#39; ainda bem que ja pasei dessa fase HUAHAAUHA. Mas é mt normal bater aquela insegurança né? afinal é um grande avanço na sua vida, ô se é . você vai ta deixando de ser bv hahaha --&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
Agora eu to rindo e até mesmo zombando, porque já passou . mas na hr, foi horrivel HUAHAAUAH . é melhor nem lembrar \o/&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mas dps voocê acustama , aprende ou melhor vicia . e não quer&amp;nbsp; parar mais ! hahaha (6&#39;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeticiatomaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1681392445831213063/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leeticiatomaz.blogspot.com/2010/05/primeiro-beijo-agente-nunca-esquece.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8462556680278011167/posts/default/1681392445831213063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8462556680278011167/posts/default/1681392445831213063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeticiatomaz.blogspot.com/2010/05/primeiro-beijo-agente-nunca-esquece.html' title='Primeiro beijo agente nunca esquece .'/><author><name>Letícia Tomaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689278372655584715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UxAQdt0HfM/S7iWNbrgPfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pje33Lyg7mQ/S220/OgAAAA8drQgYp0pZRf7saxRE97unjFF5CHXgvmH8NgCZEhTkFbZ-i8V3jPRI7510xQwKXiCQ0mhFAFpSwOxv76--ScUAm1T1UAavyqv0t4iESOZYSTWZuN6LyBdI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9UxAQdt0HfM/S_zC5aQCJgI/AAAAAAAAAEw/94HbDBOym8w/s72-c/fFL6zJd8ipQ9zVqUuqbj.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462556680278011167.post-8639505045960926548</id><published>2010-05-25T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T23:16:20.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Innovating !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5nxB3bgTcYEmSUKykOPWNy-LTtdp9XSUN0CKO0AIiP8H-YqvVyA7BU0GoUMejsv_hpBZT-PCHXSKmNt1e7RpV5ChZthP_6z9x_DJq4JwfT7_l_-KiYqiEuUQhZ0ZSTIVbyvJjzKLr75Pz/s1600/SDC11266.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5nxB3bgTcYEmSUKykOPWNy-LTtdp9XSUN0CKO0AIiP8H-YqvVyA7BU0GoUMejsv_hpBZT-PCHXSKmNt1e7RpV5ChZthP_6z9x_DJq4JwfT7_l_-KiYqiEuUQhZ0ZSTIVbyvJjzKLr75Pz/s320/SDC11266.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Acho que eu to naquela fase, de novas descobertas, de se inovar ! A uns meses atraz criei um blog pra mim, coisa de que pensei NUNCA ser capaz HUAHAUA . pois é, agora eu tenho um blog. Junto ao blog, fiz um twitter que também nunca me imaginei nisso. Mas hooje não, hoje eu to mudada !&lt;br /&gt;
Twitter, blog, coisas que nunca fizeram parte do meu cotidiano agora eu não consigo mais viver sem !&amp;nbsp; até o meu jeito de tiar ft mudou, ou melhor MELHOROU hahaha , to mais fotogenica, sl. Ultimamente tenho sido até romantica, tenho falado tanto &#39;&#39;eu te amo&#39;&#39; que até enjoa. E nossa, fiquei ciumenta do nd . HAUAHAUA&amp;nbsp; Acho que estou me descobrindo né ?! hahaha&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeticiatomaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8639505045960926548/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leeticiatomaz.blogspot.com/2010/05/innovating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8462556680278011167/posts/default/8639505045960926548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8462556680278011167/posts/default/8639505045960926548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeticiatomaz.blogspot.com/2010/05/innovating.html' title='Innovating !'/><author><name>Letícia Tomaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689278372655584715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UxAQdt0HfM/S7iWNbrgPfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pje33Lyg7mQ/S220/OgAAAA8drQgYp0pZRf7saxRE97unjFF5CHXgvmH8NgCZEhTkFbZ-i8V3jPRI7510xQwKXiCQ0mhFAFpSwOxv76--ScUAm1T1UAavyqv0t4iESOZYSTWZuN6LyBdI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5nxB3bgTcYEmSUKykOPWNy-LTtdp9XSUN0CKO0AIiP8H-YqvVyA7BU0GoUMejsv_hpBZT-PCHXSKmNt1e7RpV5ChZthP_6z9x_DJq4JwfT7_l_-KiYqiEuUQhZ0ZSTIVbyvJjzKLr75Pz/s72-c/SDC11266.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462556680278011167.post-1031678422906250715</id><published>2010-05-21T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T11:34:57.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>valeu a pena (ý</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; 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&lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;&quot;&gt;Eu não posso acreditar qe ainda há homens qe digam qe as mulheres não entendem de futebol. Pelo amor de Deus, estamos no século XXI. Onde as mulheres já conquistaram muitas coisas e até mesmo, provaram que são capazes de fazer mt mais coisas que vocês homens não conseguiriam.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;&quot;&gt;E vocês ainda têm coragem de dizer qe mulheres não entendem de futebol? Pois fiquem vocês sabendo qe nos dias de hoje 7 de 10 mulheres, defendem, entram em campo e até mesmo brigam pelo seu time de coração. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;&quot;&gt;Lógico qe tbm há aquelas qe não entendem coisa alguma e para poder tentar um diálogo, acabam fazendo a burrice de falarem sobre o Futebol com vocês homens.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;&quot;&gt;No meu caso não é assim, eu defendo com mt prazer o meu time. Ele ganhando ou perdendo, independente da classificação. E não acho não, qe mulheres não entendam nada sobre o Futebol, isso vai a gosto da pessoa. Saaako? &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff6600;&quot;&gt;;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Nas semanas passadas a novela Malhação abordou um fato mt triste. A historia de vida do João; um rapaz viciado &lt;st1:personname productid=&quot;em craque. Na&quot; w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;em craque. Na&lt;/st1:personname&gt; novela o rapaz experimentou uma vez e acabou se tornado dependente dessa droga, o levando o cada dia mais qe ele a usasse, a morte. E foi o qe aconteceu. Depois de tantas alucinações, ele estava fugindo de certos “caras” e morreu atropelado. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Quem olha assim acha qe isso é uma coisa típica de novela, mais não é. Hoje no mundo inteiro existem milhares de pessoas viciadas nessa droga. Que acabam experimentando uma vez e nunca mais querem parar. Um verdadeiro vício. Mas em alguns casos há aqueles qe conseguem um tratamento, uma clínica de reabilitação, e conseguem até mesmo se curarem. E tem também aqueles qe não conseguem parar e acabam morrendo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Mas o mais triste, é ver qe do mesmo jeito qe milhares de pessoas usam o craque, milhares de pessoas sofrem de preconceito por quem usa &lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;;s&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;O qe só ajuda a atrapalhar no processo de reabilitação deles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Na minha opinião&lt;/b&gt; não tem nada haver essa de ter preconceito com eles. Muito pelo contrario, é nessas horas qe eles mais precisam de atenção e carinho :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UxAQdt0HfM/S8B2LXx0rRI/AAAAAAAAACI/EAkI75vsSvk/s1600/OgAAAOmjWgm59EOUBSf3LV00SCrMDckTtv95w0QXiRvi4tPwqU-wl6KpZRa2peps5wNtV6sYsAEqbAEH_6tIlILqFrwAm1T1UEUIou7qzFacukQ4FRYFWZoa4pg0.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UxAQdt0HfM/S8B2LXx0rRI/AAAAAAAAACI/EAkI75vsSvk/s200/OgAAAOmjWgm59EOUBSf3LV00SCrMDckTtv95w0QXiRvi4tPwqU-wl6KpZRa2peps5wNtV6sYsAEqbAEH_6tIlILqFrwAm1T1UEUIou7qzFacukQ4FRYFWZoa4pg0.jpg&quot; width=&quot;171&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Conto com a presença de voocês&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;(ý &#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeticiatomaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2709659131657744092/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leeticiatomaz.blogspot.com/2010/04/voces-vao-querer-ficar-fora-dessa.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8462556680278011167/posts/default/2709659131657744092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8462556680278011167/posts/default/2709659131657744092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeticiatomaz.blogspot.com/2010/04/voces-vao-querer-ficar-fora-dessa.html' title='VOCÊS VÃO QUERER FICAR FORA DESSA ?'/><author><name>Letícia Tomaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689278372655584715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UxAQdt0HfM/S7iWNbrgPfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pje33Lyg7mQ/S220/OgAAAA8drQgYp0pZRf7saxRE97unjFF5CHXgvmH8NgCZEhTkFbZ-i8V3jPRI7510xQwKXiCQ0mhFAFpSwOxv76--ScUAm1T1UAavyqv0t4iESOZYSTWZuN6LyBdI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UxAQdt0HfM/S8B2LXx0rRI/AAAAAAAAACI/EAkI75vsSvk/s72-c/OgAAAOmjWgm59EOUBSf3LV00SCrMDckTtv95w0QXiRvi4tPwqU-wl6KpZRa2peps5wNtV6sYsAEqbAEH_6tIlILqFrwAm1T1UEUIou7qzFacukQ4FRYFWZoa4pg0.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462556680278011167.post-2448169318918370323</id><published>2010-04-07T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T13:29:07.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AI MEU DEEEUS!</title><content type='html'>É cada mico! HAHA &#39;&lt;br /&gt;
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Que atire a primeira pedra qm nunca passou por um mico. 0.0 Até mesmo grandes famosos já contam situações meio constrangedoras. &lt;br /&gt;
Tem aqueles qe caiem na frente de todos, qe falam coisas mt sem noção ou até mesmo tem uma ato sem noção &lt;strong&gt;(: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Poois é, como eu não sou diferente de ngm, eu também já passei por muitos micos &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;
Eu já saí descabelada, de pijama, rasguei a calça no meio certinho durante uma aula. Já teve até piores, eu estava mt distraída durante uma aula de Inglês cantando ‘ I Kissed girl msk da Katy Perry , qnd a minha professora de inglês falou cmg assim: PELO AMR DE DEUS MENINA NÃO CANTA ISSO NÃO ! Quando eu cheguei em casa , obviamente a primeira coisa qe fiz foi procurar a tradução da msk qe dizia mais ou menos assim : ‘’ Com um copo de cerveja na mão eu beijei uma garota e nunca mais quis parar ‘’ ta né ? Eu sei qe eu nunca mais quis ouvir ou até mesmo cantar essa msk na minha vida UAHUAHAU ‘&lt;br /&gt;
Esses dias tbm teve um mico mais recente, eu tenho mt pavor de agulha né. E resolvi furar meu nariz. Falei com o cara e td. Ele falou que era só eu ficar de olho fechado qe ai eu nem ia ver a agulha. Pra que, eu abri meu olho na mesma hr. Foi o tempo de ele acabar de furar , e eu desmaiar. Quando acordei o assistente dele, a minha amg qe foi cmg e até ele mesmo estavam morrendo de rir falando qe eu desmaio mt engraçado, e de olho aberto ainda por cima AUAUAUA.&amp;nbsp; / um verdadeeeiro micão.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&quot;Com                        certeza, a vida não tem objetivo, mas o homem precisa                        perseguir um sonho.&quot; &lt;/b&gt;(Maurice Barrès) &lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeticiatomaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5388696913015754062/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leeticiatomaz.blogspot.com/2010/04/como-e-bom-sonhar.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8462556680278011167/posts/default/5388696913015754062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8462556680278011167/posts/default/5388696913015754062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeticiatomaz.blogspot.com/2010/04/como-e-bom-sonhar.html' title='Como é bom sonhar .'/><author><name>Letícia Tomaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689278372655584715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UxAQdt0HfM/S7iWNbrgPfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pje33Lyg7mQ/S220/OgAAAA8drQgYp0pZRf7saxRE97unjFF5CHXgvmH8NgCZEhTkFbZ-i8V3jPRI7510xQwKXiCQ0mhFAFpSwOxv76--ScUAm1T1UAavyqv0t4iESOZYSTWZuN6LyBdI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9UxAQdt0HfM/S7i1CfELVpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/X-MZzGt1UpE/s72-c/sonho.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8462556680278011167.post-2475411784081878225</id><published>2010-04-04T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T06:27:54.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>É tudo tão novo pra mim ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia;&quot;&gt;.. e estranho . Hoje , do nada , acordei com uma vontade de criar um blog . E não é que eu criei ? *---*  E agora tô aqui , fazendo minha primeira postagem HAHA .&lt;br /&gt;É tão legal ter um blog . Aqui posso passar tudo o que eu to sentindo , receber comentários e até mesmo críticas . Posso informar tudo o que eu sei pra vocês e vocês pra mim .&lt;br /&gt;Pois é isso , espero que vocês gostem do meu blog .&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;bjss&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 51, 204);&quot;&gt;;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leeticiatomaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2475411784081878225/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://leeticiatomaz.blogspot.com/2010/04/e-tudo-tao-novo-pra-mim.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8462556680278011167/posts/default/2475411784081878225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8462556680278011167/posts/default/2475411784081878225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leeticiatomaz.blogspot.com/2010/04/e-tudo-tao-novo-pra-mim.html' title='É tudo tão novo pra mim ..'/><author><name>Letícia Tomaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07689278372655584715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9UxAQdt0HfM/S7iWNbrgPfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pje33Lyg7mQ/S220/OgAAAA8drQgYp0pZRf7saxRE97unjFF5CHXgvmH8NgCZEhTkFbZ-i8V3jPRI7510xQwKXiCQ0mhFAFpSwOxv76--ScUAm1T1UAavyqv0t4iESOZYSTWZuN6LyBdI.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>