<?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-4638788607595140354</id><updated>2011-09-06T11:52:44.553-03:00</updated><category term='qro ter o poder. rs'/><category term='final de inverno'/><category term='melancólica...'/><category term='qro bandeira branca...'/><category term='08 outubro 2005'/><category term='work n&apos; travel'/><category term='a pessoa errada...'/><category term='carroção 18/05/2007'/><category term='lord baltimore...'/><category term='Sem sombra de dúvida confusão crônica'/><category term='Paulo Leminski'/><category term='renovação de almas?'/><category term='by The Pussycat Dolls'/><category term='staropolisf'/><category term='Metallica'/><category term='...inverno...'/><category term='21º dia dos namorados depois q eu nasci'/><category term='by John Legend'/><category term='Fatos de uma madrugada'/><category term='noite de outono'/><category term='by Dee Joy Feat. Yasmine Shah'/><category term='...'/><category term='Within Temptation'/><title type='text'>arakawabr</title><subtitle type='html'>FAÇA O NECESSÁRIO PARA SENTIR QUE SEU DESEJO JÁ SE REALIZOU.... 
E o universo inteiro conspirará para que seus sonhos se tornem realidade</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arakawabr.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638788607595140354/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arakawabr.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YHsalEG4Zy8/SQTYfEGflVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/uhiMPuU-nhk/S220/eu4.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4638788607595140354.post-1114451075100353764</id><published>2009-03-22T22:48:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:12:04.044-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='by The Pussycat Dolls'/><title type='text'>sniff sniff...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I Hate This Part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're driving slow through the snow on 5th Avenue&lt;br /&gt;And right now, radio's all that we can hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now we ain't talk since we left, it's so overdue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's cold outside but between us it's worse in here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world slows down&lt;br /&gt;But my heart beats fast right now&lt;br /&gt;I know this is the part&lt;br /&gt;Where the end starts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take it any longer&lt;br /&gt;Thought that we were stronger&lt;br /&gt;All we do is linger&lt;br /&gt;Slipping through our fingers&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna try now&lt;br /&gt;All that's left is good-bye&lt;br /&gt;To find a way that I can tell you&lt;br /&gt;I hate this part right here&lt;br /&gt;I hate this part right here&lt;br /&gt;I just can't take your tears&lt;br /&gt;I hate this part right here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, seven takes of the same old scene&lt;br /&gt;Seems we're bound by the loss of the same routine&lt;br /&gt;Gotta talk to you now before we go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;But will you sleep once I tell you what's hurting me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world slows down&lt;br /&gt;But my heart beats fast right now&lt;br /&gt;I know this is the part&lt;br /&gt;Where the end starts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take it any longer&lt;br /&gt;Thought that we were stronger&lt;br /&gt;All we do is linger&lt;br /&gt;Slipping through our fingers&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna try now&lt;br /&gt;All that's left is good-bye&lt;br /&gt;To find a way that I can tell you&lt;br /&gt;I hate this part right here&lt;br /&gt;I hate this part right here&lt;br /&gt;I just can't take your tears&lt;br /&gt;I hate this part right here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll ask me to hold on&lt;br /&gt;And carry on like nothing's wrong&lt;br /&gt;But there is no more time for lies&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I see sunset in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take it any longer&lt;br /&gt;Thought that we were stronger&lt;br /&gt;All we do is linger&lt;br /&gt;Slipping through our fingers&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna try now&lt;br /&gt;All that's left is good-bye&lt;br /&gt;To find a way that I can tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I gotta do is,&lt;br /&gt;I gotta do it,&lt;br /&gt;I gotta do it&lt;br /&gt;I hate this part&lt;br /&gt;I gotta do it,&lt;br /&gt;I gotta do it,&lt;br /&gt;I gotta do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this part right here&lt;br /&gt;I hate this part right here&lt;br /&gt;And I just can't take these tears&lt;br /&gt;I hate this part right here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 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No mínimo tá saindo todas as noites pra badalar.&lt;br /&gt;Ela: - E se estivesse? Algum problema?&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - Não, imagina! Agora, você é uma mulher livre.&lt;br /&gt;Ela: - E você? Sua voz também está diferente. Faringite?&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - Constipado.Ela: - Constipado? Você nunca usou esta palavra na vida.&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - A gente aprende.&lt;br /&gt;Ela: - Tá vendo? A separação serviu para alguma coisa.&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - Viver sozinho é bom. A gente cresce.&lt;br /&gt;Ela: - Você sempre viveu sozinho. Até quando casado só fez o que quis.&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - Maldade sua, pois deixei de lado várias coisas quando a gente se casou.&lt;br /&gt;Ela: - Evidente! Só faltava você continuar rebolando nas discotecas com as amigas.&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - Já você não abriu mão de nada. Não deixou de ver novela, passear no shopping, comprar jóias, conversar ao telefone com as amigas durante horas…&lt;br /&gt;… Silêncio ….&lt;br /&gt;Ela: - Comprar jóias? De onde você tirou essa idéia? A única coisa que comprei em quinze anos de casamento foi um par de brincos.&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - Quinze anos? Pensei que fosse bem menos.&lt;br /&gt;Ela: - A memória dos homens é um caso de polícia!&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - Mas conversar com as amigas no telefone…&lt;br /&gt;Ela: - Solidão, meu caro, cansaço… Trabalhar fora, cuidar das crianças e ainda preparar o jantar para o HERÓI que chega à noite…Convenhamos, não chega a ser uma roda-gigante de emoções…Ele: - Você nunca reclamou disso.&lt;br /&gt;Ela: - E você me perguntou alguma vez?&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - Lá vem você de novo… As poucas coisas que eu achava que estavam certas… Isso também era errado!?&lt;br /&gt;Ela - Evidente, a gente não conversava nunca…&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - Faltou diálogo, é isso? Na hora, ninguém fala nada. Aparece um impasse e as mulheres não reclamam. Depois, dizem que faltou diálogo. As mulheres são de Marte.&lt;br /&gt;Ela: - E vocês são de Saturno!&lt;br /&gt;…Silêncio…&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - E aí, como vai a vida?&lt;br /&gt;Ela: - Nunca estive tão bem. Livre para pensar, ninguém pra me dizer o que devo fazer…&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - E isso é bom?&lt;br /&gt;Ela: - Pense o que quiser, mas quinze anos de jornada são de enlouquecer qualquer uma.&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - Eu nunca fui autor itário!&lt;br /&gt;Ela: - Também nunca foi compreensivo!&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - Jamais dei a entender que era perfeito. Tenho minhas limitações como qualquer mortal..&lt;br /&gt;Ela: - Limitado e omisso como qualquer mortal.&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - Você nunca foi irônica.&lt;br /&gt;Ela: - Isso a gente aprende também.&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - Eu sempre te apoiei.&lt;br /&gt;Ela: - Lógico. Se não me engano foi no segundo mês de casamento que você lavou a única louça da tua vida. Um apoio inestimável…Sinceramente, eu não sei o que faria sem você. Ou você acha que fazer vinte caipirinhas numa tarde para um bando de marmanjos que assistem ao jogo da Copa do Mundo era realmente o meu grande objetivo na vida?&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - Do que você está falando?&lt;br /&gt;Ela: - Ah, não lembra?&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - Ana, eu detesto futebol.&lt;br /&gt;Ela: - Ana!? Esqueceu meu nome também? Alexandre, você ficou louco?&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - Alexandre? Meu nome é Ronaldo!&lt;br /&gt;…Silêncio…&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - De onde está falando?&lt;br /&gt;Ela: - 578 9922&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - Não é o 579 9222?&lt;br /&gt;Ela: - Não.&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - Ah, desculpe, foi engano.Depois de um tempo ambos caem na gargalhada.&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - Quer dizer que você faz uma ótima caipirinha, hein?&lt;br /&gt;Ela: - Modéstia à parte… Mas não gosto, prefiro vinho tinto.&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - Mesmo? Vinho é a minha bebida preferida!&lt;br /&gt;Ela: - E detesta futebol?&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - Deus me livre… 22 caras correndo atrás de uma bola… Acho ridículo!&lt;br /&gt;Ela: - Bem, você me dá licença, mas eu vou preparar o jantar.&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - Que pena… O meu já está pronto. Risoto, minha especialidade!&lt;br /&gt;Ela: - Mentira! É o meu prato predileto…&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - Mesmo! Bem, a porção dá pra dois, e estou abrindo um Chianti também.Você não gostaria de…&lt;br /&gt;Ela: - Adoraria!…&lt;br /&gt;.Ele dá o endereço.&lt;br /&gt;Ela: - Nossa, tão pertinho! São dois quarteirões daqui.&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - Então? É pegar ou largar.&lt;br /&gt;Ela: - Tô passando aí, Ronaldo.&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - Combinado, vizinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luis Fernando Veríssimo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4638788607595140354-4653881299763972590?l=arakawabr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arakawabr.blogspot.com/feeds/4653881299763972590/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4638788607595140354&amp;postID=4653881299763972590' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638788607595140354/posts/default/4653881299763972590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638788607595140354/posts/default/4653881299763972590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arakawabr.blogspot.com/2008/10/casal-tudo-igual.html' title='Casal é tudo igual'/><author><name>tani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YHsalEG4Zy8/SQTYfEGflVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/uhiMPuU-nhk/S220/eu4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4638788607595140354.post-3341452148741519408</id><published>2008-06-13T01:24:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T01:41:47.962-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='by Dee Joy Feat. Yasmine Shah'/><title type='text'>trust me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Muitas mudanças estão acontecendo depois q voltei dos EUA. Nesse momento de transição eu só qro paz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Letra:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Trust me&lt;br /&gt;Trust me through&lt;br /&gt;Catch me slowly&lt;br /&gt;Is your faith in me&lt;br /&gt;Faith in you&lt;br /&gt;All the things you are is what I am&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me&lt;br /&gt;Show me through&lt;br /&gt;Take me&lt;br /&gt;Captivate me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Is the dream in you&lt;br /&gt;Dream in me&lt;br /&gt;Everything you want&lt;br /&gt;Is what I need&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me&lt;br /&gt;Trust me true&lt;br /&gt;Catch me&lt;br /&gt;Slowly&lt;br /&gt;Is your faith in me&lt;br /&gt;Faith in you&lt;br /&gt;All the things you are is what I am&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twist me&lt;br /&gt;Twist me through&lt;br /&gt;Hold me&lt;br /&gt;Expose me&lt;br /&gt;Is the dream in you&lt;br /&gt;Dream in me&lt;br /&gt;All the things you are is what I am&lt;br /&gt;Everything you want&lt;br /&gt;Is what I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4638788607595140354-3341452148741519408?l=arakawabr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arakawabr.blogspot.com/feeds/3341452148741519408/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4638788607595140354&amp;postID=3341452148741519408' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638788607595140354/posts/default/3341452148741519408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638788607595140354/posts/default/3341452148741519408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arakawabr.blogspot.com/2008/06/trust-me.html' title='trust me...'/><author><name>tani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YHsalEG4Zy8/SQTYfEGflVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/uhiMPuU-nhk/S220/eu4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4638788607595140354.post-8640351794154027147</id><published>2008-02-09T17:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T19:01:18.386-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work n&apos; travel'/><title type='text'>chega de Doblecheese por enquanto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YHsalEG4Zy8/R64Qx77eMyI/AAAAAAAAACs/1-wk6aNjmIw/s1600-h/DSC00290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165084272727307042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YHsalEG4Zy8/R64Qx77eMyI/AAAAAAAAACs/1-wk6aNjmIw/s200/DSC00290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 mes longe de casa eh ruim, 2 meses longe acaba ficando bom, mas 3 meses longe eh apavorante!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Consequencias de experiencia: alguns vasinhos na perna a mais, manchas nas maos, kilos q apareceram na balanca, pressao alterada devido dieta Mc, sono inconstante, dor no corpo, nao lembrar do gosto de comida de verdade, nariz sangrar todos os dias, saudades do trono de casa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Devemos deixar p tras: par de tennis q faz parte do peh, meias, calcinhas, blusas q agente adora p durmir, par de jeans q foi usado na primeira viajem de aviao e nunca mais foi lavado, as havaianas q compramos so p essa viagem, talvez alguns papeis de clock-in e clock-out q nos ajudou a conferir se os pay-checks vieram corretos, uma ou duas broncas q levamos dos patroes, os funcionarios chatos q estao vibrando com nosso parto, o gosto amargo de comer batata frita todos os dias, ficar sem 'sweep' por um bom tempo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Devemos levar: croutons, alguns eletronicos escondidos na mala de viajem, bebidas que aki sao baratas, roupas de marca q deverao durar 10 anos, cerca de 2500 fotos digitalizadas e mais 100.000 registradas com nossos olhos, responder em ingles na alfandega de guarulhos, a vontade de ver rostos familiares novamente, forca pq quando chegar no Br temos outra batalha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4638788607595140354-8640351794154027147?l=arakawabr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arakawabr.blogspot.com/feeds/8640351794154027147/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4638788607595140354&amp;postID=8640351794154027147' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638788607595140354/posts/default/8640351794154027147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638788607595140354/posts/default/8640351794154027147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arakawabr.blogspot.com/2008/02/chega-de-doblecheese-por-enquanto.html' title='chega de Doblecheese por enquanto...'/><author><name>tani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YHsalEG4Zy8/SQTYfEGflVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/uhiMPuU-nhk/S220/eu4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YHsalEG4Zy8/R64Qx77eMyI/AAAAAAAAACs/1-wk6aNjmIw/s72-c/DSC00290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4638788607595140354.post-5952015011751283976</id><published>2007-12-13T02:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T02:26:21.757-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='by John Legend'/><title type='text'>P.D.A (We Just Don't Care)</title><content type='html'>Let's go to the park&lt;br /&gt;I wanna kiss u underneath the stars&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we'll go too far&lt;br /&gt;We just don't care&lt;br /&gt;We just don't care&lt;br /&gt;We just don't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U know I love u when u loving me&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's better when it's publicly&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ashamed I don't care who sees&lt;br /&gt;Just hugging &amp;amp; kissing our love exhibition all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rendezvous out on the fire escape&lt;br /&gt;I like to set up an alarm today&lt;br /&gt;The love emergency don't make me wait&lt;br /&gt;Just follow I'll lead u. I urgently need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go to the park&lt;br /&gt;I wanna kiss u underneath the stars&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we'll go too far&lt;br /&gt;We just don't care&lt;br /&gt;We just don't care&lt;br /&gt;We just don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's make love,&lt;br /&gt;let's go somewhere they might discover us&lt;br /&gt;Let's get lost in lies&lt;br /&gt;We just don't care&lt;br /&gt;We just don't care&lt;br /&gt;We just don't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see u closing down the restaurant&lt;br /&gt;Let's sneak and do it when your boss is gone&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's leaving we'll have some fun&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's wrong but u turn me on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, we'll take a visit to your Mama's house&lt;br /&gt;Creep to the bedroom while your Mama's out&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she will hear it when we scream and shout&lt;br /&gt;And we will keep it rocking until she comes knocking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go to the park&lt;br /&gt;I wanna kiss u underneath the stars&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we'll go too far&lt;br /&gt;We just don't care&lt;br /&gt;We just don't care&lt;br /&gt;We just don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's make love,&lt;br /&gt;let's go somewhere they might discover us&lt;br /&gt;Let's get lost in lies&lt;br /&gt;We just don't care&lt;br /&gt;We just don't care&lt;br /&gt;We just don't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we keep up on this fooling around&lt;br /&gt;We'll be the talk of the town&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell the world I'm in love any time&lt;br /&gt;Let's open up the blinds cause we really don't mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ooh I don't care about the priority&lt;br /&gt;Let's break the rules and ignore society&lt;br /&gt;Maybe our neighbor like to spy too&lt;br /&gt;So what if they watch when we do what we do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, let's go to the park&lt;br /&gt;I wanna kiss u underneath the stars&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we'll go too far&lt;br /&gt;We just don't care&lt;br /&gt;We just don't care&lt;br /&gt;We just don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's make love,&lt;br /&gt;let's go somewhere they might discover us&lt;br /&gt;Let's get lost in lies&lt;br /&gt;We just don't care&lt;br /&gt;We just don't care&lt;br /&gt;We just don't care&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4638788607595140354-5952015011751283976?l=arakawabr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arakawabr.blogspot.com/feeds/5952015011751283976/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4638788607595140354&amp;postID=5952015011751283976' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638788607595140354/posts/default/5952015011751283976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638788607595140354/posts/default/5952015011751283976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arakawabr.blogspot.com/2007/12/pda-we-just-dont-care.html' title='P.D.A (We Just Don&apos;t Care)'/><author><name>tani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YHsalEG4Zy8/SQTYfEGflVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/uhiMPuU-nhk/S220/eu4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4638788607595140354.post-6884625083710509421</id><published>2007-12-06T19:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T19:19:46.389-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lord baltimore...'/><title type='text'>nova etapa..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YHsalEG4Zy8/R1h0BiycwqI/AAAAAAAAACk/IPdmEVD75yc/s1600-h/first+SEM+(7).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140986544510517922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" height="233" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YHsalEG4Zy8/R1h0BiycwqI/AAAAAAAAACk/IPdmEVD75yc/s200/first+SEM+(7).JPG" width="254" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nossa casa em ocean view! neste dia foi a primeira vez q eu vi neve, q emocao!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4638788607595140354-6884625083710509421?l=arakawabr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arakawabr.blogspot.com/feeds/6884625083710509421/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4638788607595140354&amp;postID=6884625083710509421' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4638788607595140354.post-1429150482536632737</id><published>2007-11-02T21:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T21:48:06.364-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Metallica'/><title type='text'>Mama said</title><content type='html'>Mama, she has taught me well&lt;br /&gt;Told me when I was young&lt;br /&gt;"Son, your life´s an open book&lt;br /&gt;Don´t close ´fore it´s done"&lt;br /&gt;"The brightest flame burns quickest"&lt;br /&gt;That´s what I heard her say&lt;br /&gt;A son´s heart sowed to mother&lt;br /&gt;But I must find my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let my heart go&lt;br /&gt;Let your son grow&lt;br /&gt;Mama, let my heart go&lt;br /&gt;Or Let this heart be still&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebel, my new last name&lt;br /&gt;Wild blood in my veins&lt;br /&gt;They bring strings around my neck&lt;br /&gt;The mark that still remains&lt;br /&gt;Left home at an early age&lt;br /&gt;Of what I heard was wrong&lt;br /&gt;I never asked forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;But what I said is done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let my heart go&lt;br /&gt;Let your son grow&lt;br /&gt;Mama, let my heart go&lt;br /&gt;Let this heart be still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never I ask of you&lt;br /&gt;But never I gave&lt;br /&gt;But you gave me your emptiness&lt;br /&gt;And I´ll take to my grave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never I ask of you&lt;br /&gt;But never I gave&lt;br /&gt;But you gave me your emptiness&lt;br /&gt;That I´ll take to my grave&lt;br /&gt;So let this heart be still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama, now I´m coming home&lt;br /&gt;I´m not all you wished of me&lt;br /&gt;A mother´s love for her son&lt;br /&gt;Spoken, help me be&lt;br /&gt;I took your love for granted&lt;br /&gt;Not a thing you said to me&lt;br /&gt;I need your arms to welcome me&lt;br /&gt;But a cold stone´s all I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let my heart go&lt;br /&gt;Let your son grow&lt;br /&gt;Mama, let my heart go&lt;br /&gt;Or Let this heart be still&lt;br /&gt;Let my heart go&lt;br /&gt;Mama, let my heart go&lt;br /&gt;You never let my heart go&lt;br /&gt;So let this heart be still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never I ask of you&lt;br /&gt;But never I gave&lt;br /&gt;But you gave me your emptiness&lt;br /&gt;That I´ll take to my grave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never I ask of you&lt;br /&gt;But never I gave&lt;br /&gt;But you gave me your emptiness&lt;br /&gt;That I´ll take to my grave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Let this heart be still&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4638788607595140354-1429150482536632737?l=arakawabr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arakawabr.blogspot.com/feeds/1429150482536632737/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4638788607595140354&amp;postID=1429150482536632737' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638788607595140354/posts/default/1429150482536632737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638788607595140354/posts/default/1429150482536632737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arakawabr.blogspot.com/2007/11/mama-said.html' title='Mama said'/><author><name>tani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YHsalEG4Zy8/SQTYfEGflVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/uhiMPuU-nhk/S220/eu4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4638788607595140354.post-6961177327916645874</id><published>2007-10-01T14:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T15:05:19.087-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='renovação de almas?'/><title type='text'>Mais uma pessoa no mundo descobriu...</title><content type='html'>Esses dias fiquei sabendo que a mãe de mais alguém nesse mundo estava com câncer... Eu disse &lt;em&gt;estava&lt;/em&gt; porque hj de manhã quando cheguei na faculdade recebi a notícia de que ela faleceu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outro dia, como ja citei no post do "um aniversário..." alguém 2 dias antes dakele dia descobriu q tbm estava...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que só ando postando "desgraças" aki... mas é que ando revisando meu conceito de morte...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu disser a vcs que nao tenho medo da morte, estaria mentindo. No sentido literal, de ter medo da pessoa ou da coisa "morte", eu posso até não ter medo, mas tenho medo de morrer sem ter feito tudo que tenho vontade hj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que isso parece poético, mas é a mais pura verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vezes eu deixo de fazer algo pq sei que amanha poderia estar fazendo... mas e daí? e se amanha eu for o cara da bicicleta?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complexo. Preciso pensar mais sobre isso...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4638788607595140354-6961177327916645874?l=arakawabr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arakawabr.blogspot.com/feeds/6961177327916645874/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4638788607595140354&amp;postID=6961177327916645874' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638788607595140354/posts/default/6961177327916645874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638788607595140354/posts/default/6961177327916645874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arakawabr.blogspot.com/2007/10/mais-uma-pessoa-no-mundo-descobriu.html' title='Mais uma pessoa no mundo descobriu...'/><author><name>tani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YHsalEG4Zy8/SQTYfEGflVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/uhiMPuU-nhk/S220/eu4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4638788607595140354.post-8451750438017136124</id><published>2007-09-27T21:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T01:55:31.454-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cosme e Damião</title><content type='html'>Hoje, 19h30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- voltando da faculdade de carro com meus irmãos e minha mãe, indo para o centro espírita. As balas estavam no porta malas. Estávamos com pressa. Estávamos atrazados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- alguns km's mais a frente, tudo parado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- freiadas bruscas. Um homem no meio da pista. Sinal com as mãos para que os carros fossem mais devagar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- carros com o alerta ligado pedindo por favor para o carro que vem atrás para não chumbar no traseira deles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- uma bicicleta jogada, como se a mãe de uma criança tivesse chamado para ir comer bolo que acabou de sair do forno. Na entrada para a rodovia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- um homem no asfalto, na pista da direita. Foi arremessado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- desta vez, nada de resgates. Apenas algumas pessoas qrendo ajudar a controlar o transito evitando mais acidentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- de repente, aquela pressa toda que estavamos virou um clima terrível de culpa. Mesmo sabendo que nada tinhamos com o q aconteceu. Foi uma fatalidade. Alguém teve suas horas aqui na Terra contadas. Acabou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115855844101221778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YHsalEG4Zy8/Rv8ryQXCbZI/AAAAAAAAACU/UCb3nQQ3FiM/s200/bicicleta31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4638788607595140354-8451750438017136124?l=arakawabr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arakawabr.blogspot.com/feeds/8451750438017136124/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4638788607595140354&amp;postID=8451750438017136124' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638788607595140354/posts/default/8451750438017136124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638788607595140354/posts/default/8451750438017136124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arakawabr.blogspot.com/2007/09/cosme-e-damio.html' title='Cosme e Damião'/><author><name>tani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YHsalEG4Zy8/SQTYfEGflVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/uhiMPuU-nhk/S220/eu4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YHsalEG4Zy8/Rv8ryQXCbZI/AAAAAAAAACU/UCb3nQQ3FiM/s72-c/bicicleta31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4638788607595140354.post-1941246146039290865</id><published>2007-09-23T03:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T14:50:24.210-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fatos de uma madrugada'/><title type='text'>Um aniversário, ceva, cigarros, de repente uma árvore na direção dos olhos, ferragens penetrando na pele, tumulto...</title><content type='html'>Acontecem coisas em nossas vidas que desacreditamos que possam acontecer com agente. Como por exemplo, acidentar-se numa noite de carro depois de beber. É simples de acontecer, mas ninguém acha q vai acontecer com nós mesmos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nota: Alguém no mundo descobriu que está com um tumor maligno&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava eu, voltando para casa depois do aniversário do meu amigo Grillo, quando no campolim, na frete da real, vejo bombeiros, carros na rua andando devagar para olhar oq estava acontecendo (o fato dos carros irem devagar me irritou profundamente). Quando chegou a minha vez de ver, vejo uma arvore sem a copa, pois estava quebrada encima do carro q a acertou.. era um 206 preto... a ambulancia estava vazia: havia corpos dentro do carro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como jah era do meu plano, fiz o retorno e entrei na real p comprar cigarros... as pessoas na porta da padaria admiravam a paisagem e os ruidos de ferro sendo cortado... entrei e sai rapidamente de lá... e fui embora. Passando em frente novamente p minha infelicidade... e de novo os carros comiam com os olhos o desastre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois disso, comecei a ter uma sensação ruim.. talvez nao fossem os corpos(mortos) dentro do carro.. mas acho q qm qr q estivesse lá, estava vivo. Era como se eu sentisse as ferragens me esmagando, cortanto meu interior, com um peso na conciência imenso por ter causado um acidente, tive a sensação tbm de estar esperando alguem p me buscar e pelo menos dizer algumas coisas antes q fosse tarde de mais. Meu coração ficou apertado.. qria chorar, entre na Rod. raposo tavares totalmente desnorteada e atordoada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me acalmei, nao sei oq pode ter acontecido depois...... procurei nos jornais mas nao achei nada.. qm sabe semana q vem nao sai alguma nota no jornal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4638788607595140354-1941246146039290865?l=arakawabr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arakawabr.blogspot.com/feeds/1941246146039290865/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4638788607595140354&amp;postID=1941246146039290865' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638788607595140354/posts/default/1941246146039290865'/><link rel='self' 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semana em ribeirao preto no CIFARP, começam- se as avaliações!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p meu conforto ou desespero mental: 30/11 partirei daqui para voltar apenas em 01/03/2008... p variar vou despencar na faculdade com aulas, relatorios, apresentações e pq nao provas em andamento!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o q importa é que vou me ausentar por uma boa causa!..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4638788607595140354-6668472269055995769?l=arakawabr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arakawabr.blogspot.com/feeds/6668472269055995769/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4638788607595140354&amp;postID=6668472269055995769' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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ela!!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aff q dia....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4638788607595140354-3596350011330363979?l=arakawabr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arakawabr.blogspot.com/feeds/3596350011330363979/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4638788607595140354&amp;postID=3596350011330363979' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638788607595140354/posts/default/3596350011330363979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638788607595140354/posts/default/3596350011330363979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arakawabr.blogspot.com/2007/08/tinha-q-ser.html' title='tinha q 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YHsalEG4Zy8/RpEWh8aAP9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/WGrc3yqEaOM/s1600-h/anjo.jpg"&gt;I can't feel my senses&lt;br /&gt;I just feel the cold&lt;br /&gt;All colours seem to fade away&lt;br /&gt;I can't reach my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would stop running&lt;br /&gt;If I knew there was a chance&lt;br /&gt;It tears me apart to sacrifice it all&lt;br /&gt;But I'm forced to let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me I'm frozen But what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;Can't tell the reasons I did it for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When lies turn into truth I sacrifice for you&lt;br /&gt;You say that I am frozen&lt;br /&gt;But what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your sorrow&lt;br /&gt;(I sacrifice)&lt;br /&gt;You won't forgive me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know you'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;It tears me apart that you will never know&lt;br /&gt;But I have to let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything will slip away&lt;br /&gt;Shattered pieces will remain&lt;br /&gt;When memories fade into emptiness&lt;br /&gt;Only time will tell its tale&lt;br /&gt;If it all has been in vain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4638788607595140354-4963434007239019839?l=arakawabr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arakawabr.blogspot.com/feeds/4963434007239019839/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4638788607595140354&amp;postID=4963434007239019839' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638788607595140354/posts/default/4963434007239019839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638788607595140354/posts/default/4963434007239019839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é o blog de uma moça de Portugal.. achei por acaso no google imagens...&lt;br /&gt;achei o blog totalmente.. oq eu sinto e odeio adimitir q sinto..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://queestranhaformadevida.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4638788607595140354-3987976524935979448?l=arakawabr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arakawabr.blogspot.com/feeds/3987976524935979448/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4638788607595140354&amp;postID=3987976524935979448' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638788607595140354/posts/default/3987976524935979448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638788607595140354/posts/default/3987976524935979448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arakawabr.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog.html' title='blog'/><author><name>tani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YHsalEG4Zy8/SQTYfEGflVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/uhiMPuU-nhk/S220/eu4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4638788607595140354.post-7899720424186611654</id><published>2007-06-13T08:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T09:03:08.563-03:00</updated><title type='text'>sto antônio</title><content type='html'>Oração a Santo Antônio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Festa 13 de Junho&lt;/strong&gt;.Comemora-se todo dia 13.&lt;br /&gt;Se você anda meio desorientado, precisando de uma boa proteção espiritual, capaz de afastar você da doença e dos perigos que correm nossa alma e nosso corpo, peça ajuda a Santo Antonio. Santo Antonio é também o Santo dos Namorados; muitas pessoas são ajudadas a encontrar o seu par perfeito, aquele que acaba virando casamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oração Eficaz - Lembrai-vos, glorioso Santo Antonio, amigo do Menino Jesus, filho querido de Maria Imaculada, de que, nunca se ouviu dizer que alguém daqueles que têm recorrido a vós e implorado a vossa proteção, tenha sido por vós abandonado. Animado de igual confiança, venho a vós fiel consolador e amparador dos aflitos. Gemendo sob o peso dos meus pecados, me prosto a vossos pés, e pecador como sou, ouso a me apresentar diante de vós. Não rejeiteis, pois, a minha súplica (Fazer o pedido), vós que sois tão poderoso junto ao Coração de Jesus, mas escutai-a favoravelmente e dignai-vos a atendê-la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amém.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rezar 1 Pai-Nosso, 1 Ave-Maria e fazer o Sinal da Cruz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Acho q nao estou bem... p eu postar uma oração?.. nem acredito muito em santos.. eh.. devo estar ficando maluca!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4638788607595140354-7899720424186611654?l=arakawabr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arakawabr.blogspot.com/feeds/7899720424186611654/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4638788607595140354&amp;postID=7899720424186611654' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638788607595140354/posts/default/7899720424186611654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638788607595140354/posts/default/7899720424186611654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arakawabr.blogspot.com/2007/06/sto-antnio.html' title='sto antônio'/><author><name>tani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YHsalEG4Zy8/SQTYfEGflVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/uhiMPuU-nhk/S220/eu4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4638788607595140354.post-1084540758697344605</id><published>2007-06-12T13:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T09:07:22.718-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='21º dia dos namorados depois q eu nasci'/><title type='text'>dia dos finados?</title><content type='html'>achei uma rosa vermelha caida no chão.. perto da cozinha aqui na faculdade...&lt;br /&gt;um sinal! ...(sons de anjos descendo do céu)... (rs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiai... to ficando maluca... preciso de férias! rs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4638788607595140354-1084540758697344605?l=arakawabr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arakawabr.blogspot.com/feeds/1084540758697344605/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4638788607595140354&amp;postID=1084540758697344605' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638788607595140354/posts/default/1084540758697344605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638788607595140354/posts/default/1084540758697344605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arakawabr.blogspot.com/2007/06/dia-dos-finados.html' title='dia dos finados?'/><author><name>tani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YHsalEG4Zy8/SQTYfEGflVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/uhiMPuU-nhk/S220/eu4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4638788607595140354.post-829816752716195970</id><published>2007-06-06T08:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T11:45:01.973-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carroção 18/05/2007'/><title type='text'>panteras?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YHsalEG4Zy8/RmabIHvnjuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/lfdeGE2z66E/s1600-h/CARRO__O_18_05_064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072912594099474146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YHsalEG4Zy8/RmabIHvnjuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/lfdeGE2z66E/s320/CARRO__O_18_05_064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Juliane, eu, Luciana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4638788607595140354-829816752716195970?l=arakawabr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arakawabr.blogspot.com/feeds/829816752716195970/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4638788607595140354&amp;postID=829816752716195970' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638788607595140354/posts/default/829816752716195970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638788607595140354/posts/default/829816752716195970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arakawabr.blogspot.com/2007/06/ju-t-lu.html' title='panteras?'/><author><name>tani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YHsalEG4Zy8/SQTYfEGflVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/uhiMPuU-nhk/S220/eu4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YHsalEG4Zy8/RmabIHvnjuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/lfdeGE2z66E/s72-c/CARRO__O_18_05_064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4638788607595140354.post-7424671292684995545</id><published>2007-06-03T23:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T14:32:44.293-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noite de outono'/><title type='text'>fadiga</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nos últimos dias não tenho mais me reconhecido. Estou me sentindo uma estranha p mim mesma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Como eu poderia me abrir?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tenho uma vontade inexplicável de dormir. Dormir, dormir, dormir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Eu sei que tenho tarefas e muitos compromissos a serem cumpridos, não tenho mais vontade de ir a faculdade, estudar p as provas q estão chegando e muito menos de acordar... Pois se eu acordar, sei que terei obrigações a cumprir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Fico triste pois a vontade de não ter vontade de produzir me assusta. Isso nunca tinha acontecido antes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Antes por mais compromissos q eu tivesse e sentisse preguíça de fazer eu cumpria, e me dava uma sensação prazeroza de missão cumprida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nao tenho mais esse prazer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Talvez a única coisa q tem me dado essa alegria de missão cumprida é fazer meus amigos felizes. Por exemplo, no tópico passado eu fiquei muito satisfeita com o resultado q a conversa com "fulano" me rendeu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;É como ajudar o próximo e se setir bem... E que os meus problemas sejam tão pequenos q tenho receio de importunar as pessoas com eles. Não q elas não sejam dignoas de saber, mas eu só não quero q achem q sou uma pessoa q nao vê oq os outros precisam ou que seja uma egocentrica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Talvez eu seja uma, mas seria contraditório quando eu digo q me sinto bem ajudando meus amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Um dos "conflitos" q estão me incomodando é mostras as pessoas qm realmente eu sou. Sem ter a mascara q as vezes sem querer eu visto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mas nessa situação de desesperança que tenho vivido, nem eu sei mais quem eu sou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Doi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sinto q estou perdendo o chão dos meus pés.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4638788607595140354-7424671292684995545?l=arakawabr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arakawabr.blogspot.com/feeds/7424671292684995545/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4638788607595140354&amp;postID=7424671292684995545' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638788607595140354/posts/default/7424671292684995545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638788607595140354/posts/default/7424671292684995545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arakawabr.blogspot.com/2007/06/fadiga.html' title='fadiga'/><author><name>tani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YHsalEG4Zy8/SQTYfEGflVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/uhiMPuU-nhk/S220/eu4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4638788607595140354.post-827947247149506497</id><published>2007-05-27T23:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T10:49:11.568-03:00</updated><title type='text'>pequena mudança...</title><content type='html'>Ah! pequeno blog... te abandonei de novo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algumas coisas importantes aconteceram nessas últimas semanas...&lt;br /&gt;Uma delas foi q uma pessoa q eu considerava ela amiga veio me pedir resposta mas acabou revelando parte de seus sentimentos sem eu pedir e nem mesmo imaginar o q era a vida dela. Depois do relato eu fikei bastante surpresa pois não sabia q eu era digna de saber tudo akilo. Considerei como um grande ato de confiança e pq não: de amizade! Ví q minha oficia é pequena perto do mundo! ...Fikei triste por alguns dias pelo o q conversamos... rezei... pedi iluminação... e funcionou! E estou melhor agora...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por outro lado sinto q estou distante de outros amigos... tenho sentimentos estranhos como se eu não conseguisse ajudar eles, mas q poderiam ser ajudados. É como se eu me sentisse impotente diante das situações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é de hoje, talvez desde q resolvi criar este blog que tenho sentido medo.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei por que. Minha cabeça anda a mil e não consigo me concentrar nas aulas... e em nada...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4638788607595140354-827947247149506497?l=arakawabr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arakawabr.blogspot.com/feeds/827947247149506497/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4638788607595140354&amp;postID=827947247149506497' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638788607595140354/posts/default/827947247149506497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638788607595140354/posts/default/827947247149506497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arakawabr.blogspot.com/2007/05/ah-pequeno-blog.html' title='pequena mudança...'/><author><name>tani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YHsalEG4Zy8/SQTYfEGflVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/uhiMPuU-nhk/S220/eu4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4638788607595140354.post-6287070015858367966</id><published>2007-05-09T11:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T11:14:04.870-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sem sombra de dúvida confusão crônica'/><title type='text'>verMelho</title><content type='html'>Passado a 1ª fase de provas.... a 2ª, 3ª fase parecem ser todas "emendadas"... pois as vezes não dá nem uma semana de intervalo e o ciclo jah tah se repetindo.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;está acontecendo agora!:&lt;/strong&gt; ai q inferno.. to no lab de informatica da uniso e alguém q tem miolo solto, trouxe o filho junto! a criança deve ter uns 2 anos... e tah macetando o teclado do pc do lado... até q enfim a mae ou pai deu um jeito... mas agora a criança nao para de chorar!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;VOltanto! desde a ultima vez q eu escrevi algumas coisas aconteceram.... e oq mais me tomou tempo foi q resolvi junto com uma amiga a bianca, a escrever um projeto de iniciação cientifica p mandar p o comitê de ética aki da uniso!... se for aprovados vamos ter bastante serviço por 12 meses!!!!!.... foram longas e cansativas as nossas reunioes depois do almoco p descidir como fazer o projeto... no final vimos q era necessário, pois no nossocaso a professora eh um "pouco" ausente... e nós duas dominarmos oq gostariamos de fazer era essencial!...&lt;br /&gt;O prazo p entrega do projeto foi semana passada!... documentos ok, tudo ok... agora eh esperar o resultado... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;está acontecendo agora!:&lt;/strong&gt; a mãe saiu da sala com a criança.... ufa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coisas e mais coisas acontecem na minha classe... desde q resolvi agitar a classe p montar uma comissão de formatura, percebi o quanto as pessoas não são colaboradoras! por exemplo... esqueci... rs... deixa p lah... nao vale a pena!...&lt;br /&gt;Dia 11, sexta feira, convoquei uma reunião da comissão. A nossa comissão eh composta por 6 pessoas.... e ttudo mulher!.... como essa quantidade de mulheres nao consegue se relacionar bem, descidi marcar a reuniao p mandar qm estah sobrando p forca!... qro reduzer a 4 pessoas... eu particularmente acho 3 um numero melhor.. pois em uma votação futura, 3 pessoas nao ha como dar empate!. SExta veremos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olha meu horóscopo:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Previsão para o dia : 9/5/2007&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Período importante para a redefinição de seus ideais e sonhos, pisciano. A vida profissional pode ganhar um impulso de desenvolvimento, mas para isso é preciso também reorganizar o cotidiano, numa rotina que seja produtiva e prazerosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Previsão Mensal : Maio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;É grande o estímulo para as mudanças, mas parece que você quer conter essa energia, por medo do que essas mudanças possam significar. O seu desafio está entre arriscar ou manter-se numa situação considerada segura, mesmo que nela você já não esteja mais emocionalmente presente... Marte, ainda em seu signo, indica que você deve saber distinguir entre uma ação movida pela intuição ou pela ilusão. Como saber? No silêncio, na natureza ou no amor encontrará as respostas que necessita, nativo de Peixes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;q coisa não? rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4638788607595140354-6287070015858367966?l=arakawabr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arakawabr.blogspot.com/feeds/6287070015858367966/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4638788607595140354&amp;postID=6287070015858367966' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638788607595140354/posts/default/6287070015858367966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638788607595140354/posts/default/6287070015858367966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arakawabr.blogspot.com/2007/05/vermelho.html' title='verMelho'/><author><name>tani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YHsalEG4Zy8/SQTYfEGflVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/uhiMPuU-nhk/S220/eu4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4638788607595140354.post-3663832877008665664</id><published>2007-04-11T09:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T09:23:32.999-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='qro ter o poder. rs'/><title type='text'>status: horrendo</title><content type='html'>Mais um dia q começou cansado...&lt;br /&gt;Hj acordei tao cansada... não ouvi o despertador tocar durante 10 min, so fui acordar pq o &lt;em&gt;outro&lt;/em&gt; despertador comecou a tocar tbm, mas só pq ele vibrou! Levantei e a vontade q eu tinha era de descer as escadas rolando p poder dormir enquanto a gravidade fazia a vontade dela!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Pode isso?-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mais um dos pecados capitais q eu devo ter cometido... PREGUIÇA!... o pior eh q eu nao sei se acordei assim hj pq eu tava de fato cansada ou com preguiça...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Antes de me levantar da cama eu pensei rapidamente: "nao tenho energia p sair dessa cama, mas tbm nao qro q ninguem me tire daki... aki tah quentinho, lah fora tah friUzinho, estou com sono e para acordar precisaria nao estar co sono... ótimo, nao vou a faculdade hj!................. bosta preciso levantar =/" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Criei coragem, me arrumei e desci p tomar café. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Foi a pior coisa q eu fiz, pq o povo lah em casa estao com um kilo de cera no ouvido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Minha mae fez uma pergunta e eu respondi com um comentario. MAS nem ela e nem meu pai entenderam e daí? a culpa eh minha neh?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Tá entao.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Meu pai ligou o carro e eu fikei aki na facu... durante a viajem eu fikei pensando pq eu nao falei p eles q oq eu disse foi um comentário? talvez eles tivessem entendido e eu nao teria ficado com a culpa! Enfim nao importa, nem qro mais saber do ocorrido.. a minha vontade agora eh fazer conquistas!... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sim, eu qro conquistar alguma coisa! sei lah, qlqr coisa... desde de um estojo de maquiagem a até um emprego!... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eu qria sonhar mais alto mas as minhas asas ainda nao cresceram o suficiente! falha minha? talvez em maior porcentagem do q dos meus pais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4638788607595140354-3663832877008665664?l=arakawabr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arakawabr.blogspot.com/feeds/3663832877008665664/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4638788607595140354&amp;postID=3663832877008665664' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638788607595140354/posts/default/3663832877008665664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638788607595140354/posts/default/3663832877008665664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arakawabr.blogspot.com/2007/04/status-horrendo.html' title='status: horrendo'/><author><name>tani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YHsalEG4Zy8/SQTYfEGflVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/uhiMPuU-nhk/S220/eu4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4638788607595140354.post-2952991183713442401</id><published>2007-04-04T11:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T11:43:40.824-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melancólica...'/><title type='text'>black hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YHsalEG4Zy8/RhO5IkokIdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ThuTmSVI7_o/s1600-h/hius.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049583164136366546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" height="203" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YHsalEG4Zy8/RhO5IkokIdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ThuTmSVI7_o/s200/hius.jpg" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4638788607595140354-2952991183713442401?l=arakawabr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638788607595140354/posts/default/2952991183713442401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638788607595140354/posts/default/2952991183713442401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arakawabr.blogspot.com/2007/04/black-hair.html' title='black hair'/><author><name>tani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YHsalEG4Zy8/SQTYfEGflVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/uhiMPuU-nhk/S220/eu4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YHsalEG4Zy8/RhO5IkokIdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ThuTmSVI7_o/s72-c/hius.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4638788607595140354.post-2180298350697772399</id><published>2007-03-13T12:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T12:09:39.846-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='qro bandeira branca...'/><title type='text'>à batalha!</title><content type='html'>Depois de quase 1 mês e meio de aula começam as provas! Só p variar um pouco, ainda nao aprendi a deixar o caderno organizado e estudar com antecedencia... faltam 2 dias p a 1ª prova, e jah me sinto reprovada. O pior, por mim mesma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o q acontece! a unica coisa q consigo fazer nos finais de semana é: descansar e cuidar dde mim mesma, nada de faculdade!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4638788607595140354-2180298350697772399?l=arakawabr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arakawabr.blogspot.com/feeds/2180298350697772399/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4638788607595140354&amp;postID=2180298350697772399' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638788607595140354/posts/default/2180298350697772399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638788607595140354/posts/default/2180298350697772399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arakawabr.blogspot.com/2007/03/batalha_13.html' title='à batalha!'/><author><name>tani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YHsalEG4Zy8/SQTYfEGflVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/uhiMPuU-nhk/S220/eu4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4638788607595140354.post-9092515213914985595</id><published>2007-03-07T14:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T12:16:40.516-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sem sombra de dúvida confusão crônica'/><title type='text'>antes de durmir...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sinto uma falta de ar e um aperto no peito estranho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Inspiro mas a vida não chega em meus pulmões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sensação de que perco alguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A distancia aumenta a cada minuto que passa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quem é?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Alguma coisa está para acontecer, sinto a chegada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fé abalada ou Inseguraça&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cansaço físico e mental.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Começo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tpm? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4638788607595140354-9092515213914985595?l=arakawabr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arakawabr.blogspot.com/feeds/9092515213914985595/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4638788607595140354&amp;postID=9092515213914985595' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638788607595140354/posts/default/9092515213914985595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638788607595140354/posts/default/9092515213914985595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arakawabr.blogspot.com/2007/03/antes-de-durmir.html' title='antes de durmir...'/><author><name>tani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YHsalEG4Zy8/SQTYfEGflVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/uhiMPuU-nhk/S220/eu4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4638788607595140354.post-2903186910225867599</id><published>2007-02-26T14:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T12:17:37.610-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='staropolisf'/><title type='text'>aniversário da Fabiana</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;É engraçado como vejo a vida hj... penso com mais cautela em relação aos meus sonhos e desejos. Tenho medo. Temo q esse dia nao chegue a se concretizar... Por outro lado penso: eu nao deveria ter pois oq seria da vida senao apostas?&lt;br /&gt;Apostei comigo, que a Fá nao iria conseguir ficar por muito tempo longe de nós... e apostei tbm, q quando ela voltasse, ela iria noivar com o srto. Mauro, iriam brigar menos, e ela iria ter menos razão e entenderia q o mundo na giraria apenas no umbigo dela... q ela entraria em uma faculdade, eu e a Jú convidariamos ela p nossas formaturas, e depois dariamos um bela festa ou pelo menos um pic nic com a canga q nos protegia da chuva e fazia agente voar!&lt;br /&gt;De repente, depois de alguns anos estariamos casando... e nos estariamos lah em frente ao juiz assinando um livro junto com os padrinhos, jogando o buque... tim tim com as taças... carro com latinhas no para choque... uma casa, não mais a dos nossos pais... um cachorro ou gato... compromissos c a casa, maridinho, emprego... e até qm sabe filhos!?&lt;br /&gt;Ligar para a casa das suas amigas de cursinho, perguntar como estão, c nao gostariam de vir em casa qlqr dia p jantar e dar BOAS risadas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mais emgraçado q até hj depois de 3 meses da Fá ir, eu ainda acho q daki 15 anos ela vai jantar em casa... é como se ela não tivesse voltado do japao ainda... e em pensamento troco cartas q nunca enviei por correio... e parece q ela responde!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não importa mais, não sou dona do tempo, muito menos do futuro.. daki a 15 anos quando eu tiver conhecido novos amigos, alimentando as velhas amizades, espero e QUERO muito q eu tenha a oportunidade de chama-los p um jantar em casa! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feliz aniversário Fabiana C. M.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4638788607595140354-2903186910225867599?l=arakawabr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arakawabr.blogspot.com/feeds/2903186910225867599/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4638788607595140354&amp;postID=2903186910225867599' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638788607595140354/posts/default/2903186910225867599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638788607595140354/posts/default/2903186910225867599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arakawabr.blogspot.com/2007/02/aniversrio-da-fabiana.html' title='aniversário da Fabiana'/><author><name>tani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YHsalEG4Zy8/SQTYfEGflVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/uhiMPuU-nhk/S220/eu4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4638788607595140354.post-5548665040812005249</id><published>2007-02-23T13:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T12:21:41.121-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paulo Leminski'/><title type='text'>Eu</title><content type='html'>eu&lt;br /&gt;quando olho nos olhos&lt;br /&gt;sei quando uma pessoa&lt;br /&gt;está por dentro&lt;br /&gt;ou está por fora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quem está por fora&lt;br /&gt;não segura&lt;br /&gt;um olhar que demora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de dentro de meu centro&lt;br /&gt;este poema me olha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4638788607595140354-5548665040812005249?l=arakawabr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arakawabr.blogspot.com/feeds/5548665040812005249/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4638788607595140354&amp;postID=5548665040812005249' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638788607595140354/posts/default/5548665040812005249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638788607595140354/posts/default/5548665040812005249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arakawabr.blogspot.com/2007/02/eu-quando-olho-nos-olhos-sei-quando-uma.html' title='Eu'/><author><name>tani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YHsalEG4Zy8/SQTYfEGflVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/uhiMPuU-nhk/S220/eu4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4638788607595140354.post-7208447168064563144</id><published>2007-02-15T15:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T12:24:28.886-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='...'/><title type='text'>começo...</title><content type='html'>este eh o início de uma nova vida....&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YHsalEG4Zy8/Rd8plKfEr0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WdPRIjnSHSA/s1600-h/harpa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034788626870087490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YHsalEG4Zy8/Rd8plKfEr0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WdPRIjnSHSA/s320/harpa.JPG" 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/4638788607595140354-7208447168064563144?l=arakawabr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arakawabr.blogspot.com/feeds/7208447168064563144/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4638788607595140354&amp;postID=7208447168064563144' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638788607595140354/posts/default/7208447168064563144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638788607595140354/posts/default/7208447168064563144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arakawabr.blogspot.com/2007/02/comeo.html' title='começo...'/><author><name>tani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YHsalEG4Zy8/SQTYfEGflVI/AAAAAAAAAD0/uhiMPuU-nhk/S220/eu4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YHsalEG4Zy8/Rd8plKfEr0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WdPRIjnSHSA/s72-c/harpa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
