<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769980024186912360</id><updated>2009-10-16T14:45:08.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faça o Meu Dia</title><subtitle type='html'>Se amanhã não for nada disso
Caberá só a mim esquecer
E eu vou sobreviver...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thensmakemyday.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769980024186912360/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thensmakemyday.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769980024186912360/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Missy Thens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524008552807995696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769980024186912360.post-648373236413896617</id><published>2009-03-20T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T11:43:13.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tipos de alunos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tem o aluno religioso: sempre que ele vem ,você diz -"pelo amor de Deus!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tem o aluno matemático: ele sempre te faz contar até dez pra não perder a paciência...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tem o aluno relojoeiro: ele sempre está desmontando alguma coisa ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tem o aluno atleta: sempre está correndo e pulando os obstáculos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tem o aluno lixeiro: ele não sai do lixo, apontando os lápis ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tem o aluno detetive aquele que fuça em tudo que não é dele ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tem o aluno músico: ele sempre está batucando na mesa ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tem o aluno hipocondríaco: ele sempre inventa alguma doença pra faltar ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tem o aluno " homem invisível": ele sempre está no meio da bagunça, mas nunca ninguém viu ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tem o aluno "tropa de elite" : te faz pensar em desistir todos os dias ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tem o aluno "gerente": cuida da vida de todo mundo ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tem o aluno "anticristo": ele inferniza todos os seus dias ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tem o aluno psicólogo: sempre vem te falar o que os outros estão sentindo ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tem o aluno sombra: não desgruda nunca de você ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tem o aluno astronauta: está sempre no mundo da lua ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tem o aluno catavento: roda, roda, mas não chega a lugar algum ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tem a aluna noiva: chega sempre atrasada ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769980024186912360-648373236413896617?l=thensmakemyday.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thensmakemyday.blogspot.com/feeds/648373236413896617/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769980024186912360&amp;postID=648373236413896617' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769980024186912360/posts/default/648373236413896617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769980024186912360/posts/default/648373236413896617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thensmakemyday.blogspot.com/2009/03/tipos-de-alunos.html' title='Tipos de alunos'/><author><name>Missy Thens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524008552807995696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00849345827409692139'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769980024186912360.post-1061453478230532095</id><published>2009-03-10T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T13:20:19.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz!!! do jeito q sou!!! \o/\o/\o/</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jzc90QZkAzU/SbbLdX9ormI/AAAAAAAAAGY/_rMQSs4pFdI/s1600-h/ser%20feliz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311656516039257698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 353px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jzc90QZkAzU/SbbLdX9ormI/AAAAAAAAAGY/_rMQSs4pFdI/s400/ser%2520feliz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Livre solteira e desimpedida não importa o falem eu só quero curtir minha vida!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769980024186912360-1061453478230532095?l=thensmakemyday.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thensmakemyday.blogspot.com/feeds/1061453478230532095/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769980024186912360&amp;postID=1061453478230532095' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769980024186912360/posts/default/1061453478230532095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769980024186912360/posts/default/1061453478230532095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thensmakemyday.blogspot.com/2009/03/feliz-do-jeito-q-sou-ooo.html' title='Feliz!!! do jeito q sou!!! \o/\o/\o/'/><author><name>Missy Thens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524008552807995696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00849345827409692139'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jzc90QZkAzU/SbbLdX9ormI/AAAAAAAAAGY/_rMQSs4pFdI/s72-c/ser%2520feliz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769980024186912360.post-906204226170608697</id><published>2009-03-06T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T04:26:47.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jzc90QZkAzU/SbEWeD81WaI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/fSRIMhDWNu4/s1600-h/636c2028-8256-4aae-a17e-1360073e36a6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310050141358872994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jzc90QZkAzU/SbEWeD81WaI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/fSRIMhDWNu4/s400/636c2028-8256-4aae-a17e-1360073e36a6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Eu sou Mr. Catra,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;seu amigo fiel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teus problemas acabaram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E tu vai se sentir no céu"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feliz.... Muito feliz!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Agora sim MC CATRA!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769980024186912360-906204226170608697?l=thensmakemyday.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thensmakemyday.blogspot.com/feeds/906204226170608697/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769980024186912360&amp;postID=906204226170608697' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769980024186912360/posts/default/906204226170608697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769980024186912360/posts/default/906204226170608697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thensmakemyday.blogspot.com/2009/03/eu-sou-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Missy Thens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524008552807995696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00849345827409692139'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jzc90QZkAzU/SbEWeD81WaI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/fSRIMhDWNu4/s72-c/636c2028-8256-4aae-a17e-1360073e36a6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769980024186912360.post-2106233145946446220</id><published>2009-02-01T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T16:31:51.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parcialmente Feliz!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Agora SIM!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CALMA, CALMA............... Depois esplico!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769980024186912360-2106233145946446220?l=thensmakemyday.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thensmakemyday.blogspot.com/feeds/2106233145946446220/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769980024186912360&amp;postID=2106233145946446220' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769980024186912360/posts/default/2106233145946446220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769980024186912360/posts/default/2106233145946446220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thensmakemyday.blogspot.com/2009/02/parcialmente-feliz.html' title='Parcialmente Feliz!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Missy Thens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524008552807995696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00849345827409692139'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769980024186912360.post-3129644775852196963</id><published>2008-12-30T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T14:38:31.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Entrou mais uma pessoa em minha vida......&lt;br /&gt;e denovo me iludi :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes eu te disse coração&lt;br /&gt;Para não se envolver com a ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Mas você ignorou&lt;br /&gt;Outra vez se apaixonou&lt;br /&gt;E agora eu sofro&lt;br /&gt;Pois você errou...&lt;br /&gt;Coração não me maltrate assim&lt;br /&gt;Jogando com o amor&lt;br /&gt;Você perde no fimOutra vez você&lt;br /&gt;Vai se entregar&lt;br /&gt;E sem pensar que pode&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez me machucar&lt;br /&gt;Coração te acalma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dos meus planos de vida para 2009 sera nao ser dao idiota..... Viu coração essa é para você!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769980024186912360-3129644775852196963?l=thensmakemyday.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thensmakemyday.blogspot.com/feeds/3129644775852196963/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769980024186912360&amp;postID=3129644775852196963' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769980024186912360/posts/default/3129644775852196963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769980024186912360/posts/default/3129644775852196963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thensmakemyday.blogspot.com/2008/12/entrou-mais-uma-pessoa-em-minha-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Missy Thens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524008552807995696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00849345827409692139'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769980024186912360.post-5270424575200094974</id><published>2008-11-10T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T06:02:18.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DESABAFO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jzc90QZkAzU/SRg9DHu2YcI/AAAAAAAAAEw/8lyPkvnPW9E/s1600-h/ILUSAO+DE+OTICA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267026888034247106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jzc90QZkAzU/SRg9DHu2YcI/AAAAAAAAAEw/8lyPkvnPW9E/s400/ILUSAO+DE+OTICA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desabafo contra todos os caras que me fizeram sofrer esse ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ELES....&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero é mais eu quero é ter sua alma.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agente da uma moral pro cara, ele simplesmente some KENY WES? KKKKKKKK...... Bem que me disseram que o amor e cego. Cego e burro!!!!! Ninguém ate hoje “fez o meu dia” eu tentei muito com Lil ... Agora que ele esta entre a cruz e a espada vem me procurar todo triste. Pô! Ele fez a escolha da vida dele: era eu ou ela ne?! Ele a escolheu E PRONTO.... Aceitei muitíssimo bem.... conheci o Keny (tbm não deu em nada) agora me volta ele com vozinha de triste. Triste fico eu ao saber que esse babaca ta com ela e ainda fika me procurando..... a vai se fuder!!!&lt;br /&gt;Agora esse idiota que eu vou chamar de SNOOP MOUSE ou homem de óculos vem tentando me convencer que ele e um cara serio e que agente tem tudo pra dar certo. Ate que eu resolvo pagar para ver..... o otário tem uma namorada nos cafundeus do judas ..... e ainda me conta aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa vai se fuder você, sua muie, e a puta que o pariu. E não adianta falar que é mentirinha brincadeirinha que eu não sou idiota! A cada dia que se passa fiko mais esperta com essa raça de imbecis Devia vomitar em seu carro! Otário FDP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769980024186912360-5270424575200094974?l=thensmakemyday.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thensmakemyday.blogspot.com/feeds/5270424575200094974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769980024186912360&amp;postID=5270424575200094974' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769980024186912360/posts/default/5270424575200094974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769980024186912360/posts/default/5270424575200094974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thensmakemyday.blogspot.com/2008/11/desabafo.html' title='DESABAFO'/><author><name>Missy Thens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524008552807995696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00849345827409692139'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jzc90QZkAzU/SRg9DHu2YcI/AAAAAAAAAEw/8lyPkvnPW9E/s72-c/ILUSAO+DE+OTICA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769980024186912360.post-7310565719771656148</id><published>2008-07-23T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T09:43:12.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Porra nenhuma!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jzc90QZkAzU/SIdOA_9ESWI/AAAAAAAAAEo/e5RWg8syUm0/s1600-h/SnoopDog%5B1%5D%5B1%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226231671661283682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jzc90QZkAzU/SIdOA_9ESWI/AAAAAAAAAEo/e5RWg8syUm0/s400/SnoopDog%5B1%5D%5B1%5D.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nem Lil nem Keny!!!!!!!!!!!!!11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;o negicio aki é Snoop Dog!! Maluco!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Demoro!!! TO NA PISTA!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769980024186912360-7310565719771656148?l=thensmakemyday.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thensmakemyday.blogspot.com/feeds/7310565719771656148/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769980024186912360&amp;postID=7310565719771656148' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769980024186912360/posts/default/7310565719771656148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769980024186912360/posts/default/7310565719771656148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thensmakemyday.blogspot.com/2008/07/porra-nenhuma.html' title='Porra nenhuma!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Missy Thens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524008552807995696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00849345827409692139'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Jzc90QZkAzU/SIdOA_9ESWI/AAAAAAAAAEo/e5RWg8syUm0/s72-c/SnoopDog%5B1%5D%5B1%5D.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769980024186912360.post-4122723000004575009</id><published>2008-07-04T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T13:09:09.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não espere um sorriso..&lt;br /&gt;Para ser gentil.&lt;br /&gt;Não espere ser amado..&lt;br /&gt;Para amar.Não espere ficar sozinho..&lt;br /&gt;Para reconhecer o valor de quem está ao seu lado.&lt;br /&gt;Não espere ficar de luto..&lt;br /&gt;Para reconhecer qm hje é importante em sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;Não espere o melhor emprego..&lt;br /&gt;Para começar a trabalhar.&lt;br /&gt;Não espere a queda..&lt;br /&gt;Para lembrar-se do conselho.&lt;br /&gt;Não espere a enfermidade..&lt;br /&gt;Para perceber o qto é frágil a vida.&lt;br /&gt;Não espere pessoas perfeitas..&lt;br /&gt;Para então se apaixonar.&lt;br /&gt;Não espere a mágoa..&lt;br /&gt;Para pedir perdão.&lt;br /&gt;Não espere a separação..&lt;br /&gt;Para buscar reconciliação.&lt;br /&gt;Não espere a dor..&lt;br /&gt;Para acreditar em oração.&lt;br /&gt;Não espere elogios..&lt;br /&gt;Para acreditar em si mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Não espere tomarem a iniciativa..&lt;br /&gt;Se vc foi o culpado.&lt;br /&gt;Não espere o "Eu te amo".. Para dizer "Eu também"&lt;br /&gt;Não espere o dia de sua morte..&lt;br /&gt;Para começar a amar a vida!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769980024186912360-4122723000004575009?l=thensmakemyday.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thensmakemyday.blogspot.com/feeds/4122723000004575009/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769980024186912360&amp;postID=4122723000004575009' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769980024186912360/posts/default/4122723000004575009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769980024186912360/posts/default/4122723000004575009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thensmakemyday.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-espere-um-sorriso.html' title=''/><author><name>Missy Thens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524008552807995696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00849345827409692139'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769980024186912360.post-6820534312878634279</id><published>2008-06-06T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T15:53:20.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No lugar de: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;NEM FODENDO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Usar: Não tenho certeza se vai ser possível.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No lugar de: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;TÔ CAGANDO E ANDANDO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Usar: Claro que isso não me preocupa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No lugar de: &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;MAS QUE PORRA EU TENHO A VER COM ESTA MERDA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Usar: Eu não estava envolvido nesse projeto.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No lugar de: &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;CARALHO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Usar: Interessante, hein?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No lugar de: &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;FODA-SE. NÃO VAI DAR NEM A PAU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Usar: Será difícil concretizar a tarefa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No lugar de: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;PUTA MERDA, VIADO NENHUM ME FALA NADA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Usar: Precisamos melhorar a comunicaçãointerna.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No lugar de: &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;E NA BUNDINHA, NÃO VAI NADA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Usar: Talvez eu possa trabalhar até mais tarde.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No lugar de: &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;O CARA É UM BOSTA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Usar: Ele não está familiarizado com o problema.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No lugar de: &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;VÁ PRA PUTA QUE O PARIU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Usar: Desculpe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No lugar de: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;VÁ PRA PUTA QUE O PARIU, SEU VIADO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Usar: Desculpe, senhor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No lugar de: &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;BANDO DE FILHOS DA PUTA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Usar: Eles não ficaram satisfeitos com o resultado do trabalho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No lugar de:&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt; FODA-SE! SE VIRA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Usar: Acho que infelizmente não posso ajudar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No lugar de: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;PUTA TRABALHINHO DE CORNO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Usar: Adoro desafios.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No lugar de: &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;AH, DEU PRO CHEFE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Usar: Finalmente reconheceram sua competência.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No lugar de: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ENFIA ESTA MERDA NO CU E RASGA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Usar: Por favor, refaça o trabalho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No lugar de: &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;AH, SE EU PEGO O FILHO DA PUTA QUE FEZ ISSO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Usar: Precisamos reforçar nosso programa de&lt;/span&gt; treinamento.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No lugar de: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;AGORA FODEU DE VEZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Usar: Esse projeto não vai gerar o retorno previsto.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No lugar de: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;EU SABIA QUE IA DAR MERDA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Usar: Desculpe, eu poderia ter avisado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No lugar de: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ô CACETE! VAI SAIR CAGADA DE NOVO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Usar: Que pena que está sendo feito dessa maneira.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No lugar de: &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ESTA PORRA TÁ INDO PRA BOSTA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Usar: Os índices de produtividade da empresa estão apresentando uma queda sensível.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769980024186912360-6820534312878634279?l=thensmakemyday.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thensmakemyday.blogspot.com/feeds/6820534312878634279/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769980024186912360&amp;postID=6820534312878634279' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769980024186912360/posts/default/6820534312878634279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769980024186912360/posts/default/6820534312878634279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thensmakemyday.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-lugar-de-nem-fodendo-usar-no-tenho.html' title=''/><author><name>Missy Thens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524008552807995696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00849345827409692139'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769980024186912360.post-534874869670508314</id><published>2008-05-28T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T12:17:13.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AuAuAuAu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jzc90QZkAzU/SD2vex8FpwI/AAAAAAAAAEg/efNHs9R9mGM/s1600-h/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205509687646463746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jzc90QZkAzU/SD2vex8FpwI/AAAAAAAAAEg/efNHs9R9mGM/s400/page.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Bem legal saber que perdi Lil Wayne, mas ganhei o Keny Weste. Diante disto o que dizer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769980024186912360-534874869670508314?l=thensmakemyday.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thensmakemyday.blogspot.com/feeds/534874869670508314/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769980024186912360&amp;postID=534874869670508314' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769980024186912360/posts/default/534874869670508314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769980024186912360/posts/default/534874869670508314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thensmakemyday.blogspot.com/2008/05/auauauau.html' title='AuAuAuAu!'/><author><name>Missy Thens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524008552807995696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00849345827409692139'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jzc90QZkAzU/SD2vex8FpwI/AAAAAAAAAEg/efNHs9R9mGM/s72-c/page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769980024186912360.post-7235470691744498953</id><published>2008-04-29T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T15:37:36.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EU JA SABIA....</title><content type='html'>Hoje eu vou, fechar os meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;E entregar, minha vida no teu altar&lt;br /&gt;Vou renascer pra sempre&lt;br /&gt;Vou ressucitar pro meu senhor&lt;br /&gt;Se esse é o preço que eu tenho que pagar&lt;br /&gt;Pode me provar pra eu ser aprovado&lt;br /&gt;Sei que vim do pó e de um sopro de vida&lt;br /&gt;Então me faz pequeno, pro senhor crescer em mim&lt;br /&gt;Se quiser levar tudo o que eu tenho&lt;br /&gt;Pode levar, veio de tuas mãos&lt;br /&gt;Mas deixe apenas o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Porque foi aonde você pôs a mão&lt;br /&gt;E me curou, e me curou&lt;br /&gt;Me dá poder de filho&lt;br /&gt;Porque está na hora de eu andar sobre as água&lt;br /&gt;sMe dá poder de filho&lt;br /&gt;Porque está na hora de eu viver a multiplicação&lt;br /&gt;Me dá poder de filho&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu nescessito da sua cura&lt;br /&gt;Me dá poder de filhoE faz descer sobre mim a virtude do altíssimo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBRIGADA MEU DEUS PELA VIDA QUE O SENHOR ME DEU!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769980024186912360-7235470691744498953?l=thensmakemyday.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thensmakemyday.blogspot.com/feeds/7235470691744498953/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769980024186912360&amp;postID=7235470691744498953' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769980024186912360/posts/default/7235470691744498953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769980024186912360/posts/default/7235470691744498953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thensmakemyday.blogspot.com/2008/04/eu-ja-sabia.html' title='EU JA SABIA....'/><author><name>Missy Thens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524008552807995696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00849345827409692139'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769980024186912360.post-9165571659191206640</id><published>2008-04-28T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T15:22:06.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt;ou-me embora agora pra longe, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;meu caminho é ida sem volta, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;uma estrela amiga me guia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;minha asa presa se solta. E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt; por onde vou, vou deixando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;marcas do meu peito sangrando, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;vou cobrir as flores da estrada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;de um vermelho amor, madrugada.&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/6769980024186912360-9165571659191206640?l=thensmakemyday.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thensmakemyday.blogspot.com/feeds/9165571659191206640/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769980024186912360&amp;postID=9165571659191206640' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769980024186912360/posts/default/9165571659191206640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769980024186912360/posts/default/9165571659191206640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thensmakemyday.blogspot.com/2008/04/v-ou-me-embora-agora-pra-longe-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>Missy Thens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524008552807995696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00849345827409692139'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769980024186912360.post-5779029032557044916</id><published>2008-04-21T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T06:57:03.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DE TODOS OS CARAS VOCE SEMPRE SERA O MELHOR...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jzc90QZkAzU/SAycy4OTsEI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KLJ0KxV9ZbA/s1600-h/rosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191696868351127618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jzc90QZkAzU/SAycy4OTsEI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KLJ0KxV9ZbA/s400/rosa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jzc90QZkAzU/SAycaoOTsDI/AAAAAAAAAEI/WFLz_NvyxM0/s1600-h/rosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Jamais me esquecerei de você R, onde quer que você esteja fique em paz! Eu sempre te amarei e te levarei no meu coração... Ate hoje não entendo muito bem o motivo exato, de sua partida, mas sei que se estivesse aqui agente estaria bem ate hoje! Quando eu partir vou me encontrar com você! Te amo!! Esta noite sonhei com você, você estava lindo... parecia ate um sinal sobre como deveria dar um rumo a minha vida. Eu acho que realmente estou indo pelo caminho errado. Desculpe-me, mas não é fácil levar a vida tão sozinha.... Estou no meu limite ok? Mas vou mudar! Pode deixar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/6769980024186912360-5779029032557044916?l=thensmakemyday.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thensmakemyday.blogspot.com/feeds/5779029032557044916/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769980024186912360&amp;postID=5779029032557044916' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769980024186912360/posts/default/5779029032557044916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769980024186912360/posts/default/5779029032557044916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thensmakemyday.blogspot.com/2008/04/todos-os-caras-voce-sempre-sera-o.html' title='DE TODOS OS CARAS VOCE SEMPRE SERA O MELHOR...'/><author><name>Missy Thens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524008552807995696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00849345827409692139'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jzc90QZkAzU/SAycy4OTsEI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KLJ0KxV9ZbA/s72-c/rosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769980024186912360.post-8756422794783539538</id><published>2008-04-21T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T06:24:01.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para Você...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;“Mas se a vida te der alguém melhor que eu... E se o amor vencer todos os preconceitos Que você seja feliz, feliz.... Eternamente Feliz”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me desculpe, mas não sei se posso fazer isso com ela. Sabe eu queria algo legal com você, e você diz que não esta bem com ela. Mas em seu orkut tem juras de amor eterno por ela.&lt;br /&gt;Me desculpe mas não posso ser o motivo do fim. PQP acho que em resumo isso é sina não posso te amar, pois já tens que o ame. É com muita tristeza que digo: - Desisto!&lt;br /&gt;Me desculpe o incomodo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769980024186912360-8756422794783539538?l=thensmakemyday.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thensmakemyday.blogspot.com/feeds/8756422794783539538/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769980024186912360&amp;postID=8756422794783539538' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769980024186912360/posts/default/8756422794783539538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769980024186912360/posts/default/8756422794783539538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thensmakemyday.blogspot.com/2008/04/mas-se-vida-te-der-algum-melhor-que-eu.html' title='Para Você...'/><author><name>Missy Thens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524008552807995696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00849345827409692139'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769980024186912360.post-6037708867915318059</id><published>2008-04-16T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T05:17:36.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jzc90QZkAzU/SAXuUS3tbcI/AAAAAAAAAEA/4tbbroRjoao/s1600-h/Happy_Tree_Friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189816178044661186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jzc90QZkAzU/SAXuUS3tbcI/AAAAAAAAAEA/4tbbroRjoao/s400/Happy_Tree_Friends.jpg" 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/6769980024186912360-6037708867915318059?l=thensmakemyday.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thensmakemyday.blogspot.com/feeds/6037708867915318059/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769980024186912360&amp;postID=6037708867915318059' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769980024186912360/posts/default/6037708867915318059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769980024186912360/posts/default/6037708867915318059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thensmakemyday.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Missy Thens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524008552807995696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00849345827409692139'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jzc90QZkAzU/SAXuUS3tbcI/AAAAAAAAAEA/4tbbroRjoao/s72-c/Happy_Tree_Friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769980024186912360.post-3700346496553840755</id><published>2008-04-05T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T06:30:42.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OLHA.... VOCE NAO VALE NADA MAS EU GOSTO DE VOCE.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jzc90QZkAzU/R_d-6FiWMKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/lhbHErk3kKc/s1600-h/_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185753032324165794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jzc90QZkAzU/R_d-6FiWMKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/lhbHErk3kKc/s400/_04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minha muralha meu conforto meu prazer&lt;br /&gt;Amei-te a acho que ainda te amo&lt;br /&gt;Nossa como foi difícil te ver ontem com aquela vaca maldita.....&lt;br /&gt;Tive de correr, para não ver de perto, para evitar o transtorno de ter de lhe cumprimentar junto aquela mulherzinha fudida.&lt;br /&gt;A não mas agora te ver de novo.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que vou sofrer&lt;br /&gt;E eu sei que, se eu quiser ficar com você eu fico toda hora.&lt;br /&gt;Porque você e um safadão... ... É por esta e por outras que não posso ficar triste...&lt;br /&gt;Pois se estivesse com você seria uma chifruda (realizada), mas chifruda, e sem você (como estou) posso te ter, mas não é meu... É dela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769980024186912360-3700346496553840755?l=thensmakemyday.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thensmakemyday.blogspot.com/feeds/3700346496553840755/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769980024186912360&amp;postID=3700346496553840755' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769980024186912360/posts/default/3700346496553840755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769980024186912360/posts/default/3700346496553840755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thensmakemyday.blogspot.com/2008/04/olha-voce-nao-vale-nada-mas-eu-gosto-de.html' title='OLHA.... VOCE NAO VALE NADA MAS EU GOSTO DE VOCE.....'/><author><name>Missy Thens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524008552807995696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00849345827409692139'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jzc90QZkAzU/R_d-6FiWMKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/lhbHErk3kKc/s72-c/_04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769980024186912360.post-8170725631683912150</id><published>2008-03-27T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T13:43:19.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jzc90QZkAzU/R-wG2ViWMJI/AAAAAAAAADw/Zv3UfabhX7U/s1600-h/bart%2520comedia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182524801760506002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jzc90QZkAzU/R-wG2ViWMJI/AAAAAAAAADw/Zv3UfabhX7U/s400/bart%2520comedia.jpg" 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/6769980024186912360-8170725631683912150?l=thensmakemyday.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thensmakemyday.blogspot.com/feeds/8170725631683912150/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769980024186912360&amp;postID=8170725631683912150' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769980024186912360/posts/default/8170725631683912150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769980024186912360/posts/default/8170725631683912150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thensmakemyday.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Missy Thens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524008552807995696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00849345827409692139'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jzc90QZkAzU/R-wG2ViWMJI/AAAAAAAAADw/Zv3UfabhX7U/s72-c/bart%2520comedia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769980024186912360.post-6489732654277509728</id><published>2008-03-25T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T11:15:19.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Que tipo de gente eu sou?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jzc90QZkAzU/R-lBJViWMII/AAAAAAAAADo/iWNvQjfIgUU/s1600-h/20-09-07_0814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181744474922299522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jzc90QZkAzU/R-lBJViWMII/AAAAAAAAADo/iWNvQjfIgUU/s400/20-09-07_0814.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sou do tipo de gente que curte cada momento e cada pessoa que passe pela minha vida, sou do tipo amante fiel companheira ate o final, sou do tipo eclética que adora qualquer tipo de musica, que adora cantar, mesmo que cante mal, gente que gosta de dançar mesmo com toda vergonha do mundo!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou do tipo de gente tímida descolada, que não tem vergonha de dizer que esta com vergonha ou que não sabe fazer.&lt;br /&gt;Sou do tipo de gente que planeja meses, e executa com entusiasmo. Sou do tipo de gente humilde sincera, porém muito desconfiada. Sou do tipo de gente meiga e muito, muito calma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou do tipo de gente que dirige cantando. Sou do tipo de gente que chora em filme triste. Sou do tipo de gente que não gosta de coisas previsíveis sou do tipo de gente que não assiste final de novela . sou do tipo de gente que adora uma surpresa. Sou do tipo de gente que não mede esforços para ver um amigo feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou do tipo de gente sonhadora que preza por coisas mínimas como ganhar flores sou do tipo de pessoa que vive no presente mas ainda acredita nos valores passados sem ser antiquada e claro... Sou do tipo família, amo de mais os meus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou do tipo de gente que sempre acha que as coisas podem melhorar e que adora um elogio sincero. Gente que quer reconhecimento, que detesta um lamento. Sou do tipo de gente que dorme com 2 travesseiros mas do tipo mesmo que acredita em fé em Deus! Mesmo com tudo isso, acho que sou simplesmente Fernanda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769980024186912360-6489732654277509728?l=thensmakemyday.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thensmakemyday.blogspot.com/feeds/6489732654277509728/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769980024186912360&amp;postID=6489732654277509728' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769980024186912360/posts/default/6489732654277509728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769980024186912360/posts/default/6489732654277509728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thensmakemyday.blogspot.com/2008/03/que-tipo-de-gente-eu-sou.html' title='Que tipo de gente eu sou?'/><author><name>Missy Thens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524008552807995696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00849345827409692139'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jzc90QZkAzU/R-lBJViWMII/AAAAAAAAADo/iWNvQjfIgUU/s72-c/20-09-07_0814.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769980024186912360.post-1276082229508611840</id><published>2008-03-17T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T05:58:50.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parece Tristeza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jzc90QZkAzU/R95qiBGABzI/AAAAAAAAADY/dFihTOGRkXA/s1600-h/469935233_932a9171ca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178693754164348722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jzc90QZkAzU/R95qiBGABzI/AAAAAAAAADY/dFihTOGRkXA/s400/469935233_932a9171ca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parece cocaína&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas é só tristeza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talvez tua cidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muitos temores nascem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do cansaço e da solidão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Descompasso, desperdício&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Herdeiros são agora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Da virtude que perdemos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há tempos tive um sonho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não me lembro, não me lembro...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tua tristeza é tão exata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E hoje o dia é tão bonito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já estamos acostumados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A não termos mais nem isso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os sonhos vêm e os sonhos vão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E o resto é imperfeito...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dissestes que se tua voz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tivesse força igual&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;À imensa dor que sentes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teu grito acordaria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não só a tua casa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas a vizinhança inteira...E há tempos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nem os santos têm ao certo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A medida da maldade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E há tempos são os jovens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que adoecem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E há tempos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O encanto está ausente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E há ferrugem nos sorrisos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só o acaso estende os braços&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A quem procura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abrigo e proteção...Meu amor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disciplina é liberdade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Compaixão é fortaleza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ter bondade é ter coragem (Ela disse)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lá em casa tem um poço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas a água é muito limpa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769980024186912360-1276082229508611840?l=thensmakemyday.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thensmakemyday.blogspot.com/feeds/1276082229508611840/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769980024186912360&amp;postID=1276082229508611840' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769980024186912360/posts/default/1276082229508611840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769980024186912360/posts/default/1276082229508611840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thensmakemyday.blogspot.com/2008/03/parece-cocana-mas-s-tristeza-talvez-tua.html' title='Parece Tristeza'/><author><name>Missy Thens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524008552807995696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00849345827409692139'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jzc90QZkAzU/R95qiBGABzI/AAAAAAAAADY/dFihTOGRkXA/s72-c/469935233_932a9171ca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769980024186912360.post-8966076020909492970</id><published>2008-03-17T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T05:51:17.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Não te amo mais.&lt;br /&gt;Estarei mentindo dizendo que&lt;br /&gt;Ainda te quero como sempre quis.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho certeza que&lt;br /&gt;Nada foi em vão.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto dentro de mim que&lt;br /&gt;Você não significa nada.&lt;br /&gt;Não poderia dizer jamais que&lt;br /&gt;Alimento um grande amor.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto cada vez mais que&lt;br /&gt;JÁ TE ESQUECI!&lt;br /&gt;E jamais usarei a frase&lt;br /&gt;EU TE AMO!&lt;br /&gt;Sinto, mas tenho que dizer a verdade&lt;br /&gt;É tarde demais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769980024186912360-8966076020909492970?l=thensmakemyday.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thensmakemyday.blogspot.com/feeds/8966076020909492970/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769980024186912360&amp;postID=8966076020909492970' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769980024186912360/posts/default/8966076020909492970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769980024186912360/posts/default/8966076020909492970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thensmakemyday.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-te-amo-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Missy Thens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524008552807995696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00849345827409692139'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769980024186912360.post-7407560646553425384</id><published>2008-03-13T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T14:52:56.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ainda lembro&lt;br /&gt;(1994) Composição: Marisa Monte e Nando Reis Interpretação: Marisa Monte e Ed Motta Ainda lembro o que passouEu você em qualquer lugarDizendo "aonde você for eu vou"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando eu pergunteiOuvi você dizerQue eu era tudo o que você sempre quisMesmo triste eu estava felizE acabei acreditando em ilusões&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu nem pensava em terque esquecer vocêAgora vem você dizer"amor", eu errei com vocêe só assim pude entender,que o grande mal que eu fizfoi a mim mesmo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem você dizer"amor", eu não pude evitar"E eu te dizendo"Liga o some apaga a luz".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda lembro o que passouEu você em qualquer lugarDizendo "aonde você for eu vou"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando eu pergunteiOuvi você dizerQue eu era tudo o que você sempre quisMesmo triste eu estava felizE acabei acreditando em ilusões&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu nem pensava em terque esquecer vocêAgora vem você dizer"amor", eu errei com vocêe só assim pude entender,que o grande mal que eu fizfoi a mim mesmo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem você dizer"amor", eu não pude evitar"E eu te dizendo"Liga o some apaga a luz".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda lembro o que passou&lt;br /&gt;Ainda lembro o que passou&lt;br /&gt;Ainda lembro o que passou&lt;br /&gt;Ainda lembro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769980024186912360-7407560646553425384?l=thensmakemyday.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thensmakemyday.blogspot.com/feeds/7407560646553425384/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769980024186912360&amp;postID=7407560646553425384' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769980024186912360/posts/default/7407560646553425384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769980024186912360/posts/default/7407560646553425384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thensmakemyday.blogspot.com/2008/03/ainda-lembro-1994-composio-marisa-monte.html' title=''/><author><name>Missy Thens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524008552807995696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00849345827409692139'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769980024186912360.post-3866063402961048846</id><published>2008-03-08T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T05:11:43.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEM AR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jzc90QZkAzU/R9KPdBGAByI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XKImy8Hk7yY/s1600-h/solidao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175356650474702626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jzc90QZkAzU/R9KPdBGAByI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XKImy8Hk7yY/s400/solidao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meus pés não tocam mais o chão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meus olhos não vêem a minha direção&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Da minha boca saem coisas sem sentido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Você era meu farol e hoje estou perdido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O sofrimento vem à noite sem pudor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somente o sono ameniza a minha dor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas e depois? E quando o dia clarear?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quero viver do teu sorriso, teu olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu corro pro mar pra não lembrar você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E o vento me traz o que eu quero esquecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Entre os soluços do meu choro eu tento te explicar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nos teus braços é o meu lugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Contemplando as estrelas, minha solidão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aperta forte o peito, é mais que uma emoção&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Esqueci do meu orgulho pra você voltar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Permaneço sem amor, sem luz, sem ar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perdi o jogo, e tive que te ver partir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E a minha alma, sem motivo pra existir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Já não suporto esse vazio quero me entregar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ter você pra nunca mais nos separar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Você é o encaixe perfeito do meu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O teu sorriso é chama da minha paixão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas é fria a madrugada sem você aqui,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Só com você no pensamento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu corro pro mar pra não lembrar você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E o vento me traz o que eu quero esquecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Entre os soluços do meu choro eu tento te explicar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nos teus braços é o meu lugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Contemplando as estrelas, minha solidão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aperta forte o peito, é mais que uma emoção&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Esqueci do meu orgulho pra você voltar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Permaneço sem amor, sem luz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meu ar, meu chão é você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mesmo quando fecho os olhos:Posso te ver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu corro pro mar pra não lembrar você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E o vento me traz o que eu quero esquecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Entre os soluços do meu choro eu tento te explicar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nos teus braços é o meu lugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Contemplando as estrelas, minha solidão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aperta forte o peito é mais que uma emoção&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Esqueci do meu orgulho pra você voltar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Permaneço sem amor, sem luz, sem ar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769980024186912360-3866063402961048846?l=thensmakemyday.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thensmakemyday.blogspot.com/feeds/3866063402961048846/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769980024186912360&amp;postID=3866063402961048846' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769980024186912360/posts/default/3866063402961048846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769980024186912360/posts/default/3866063402961048846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thensmakemyday.blogspot.com/2008/03/sem-ar.html' title='SEM AR'/><author><name>Missy Thens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524008552807995696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00849345827409692139'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jzc90QZkAzU/R9KPdBGAByI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XKImy8Hk7yY/s72-c/solidao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769980024186912360.post-862375967342175184</id><published>2008-02-27T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T06:03:19.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jzc90QZkAzU/R8VtYfhzJgI/AAAAAAAAADA/tlqHJ6ObAqU/s1600-h/ira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171660014652433922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jzc90QZkAzU/R8VtYfhzJgI/AAAAAAAAADA/tlqHJ6ObAqU/s400/ira.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jzc90QZkAzU/R8VtCPhzJfI/AAAAAAAAAC4/P-yAo_D_amU/s1600-h/raiva.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabes? Não entendi o “porquê” da tua decisão;Ainda tinha uma esperança no meu coração,Que superássemos as nossas diferenças,Que contornássemos as nossas desavenças.&lt;br /&gt;Já não te vejo com amor ou mesmo simpatia,E chego a maldizer o ter te conhecido, um dia!Quando, com desamor, tu vens dizer-me “adeus”,Eu acredito ter pago todos os pecados meus.&lt;br /&gt;És incapaz de amar - e isto é tão flagrante!Não vês em mim a mulher, nem vês a amante.Sou hoje um objeto, que pensas, descartável,&lt;br /&gt;E tentas me dizer, da forma mais amável,Que “precisas de um tempo” pra poder pensar…Ora, eu quero é que você se dane… vá pastar! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** MÍRIAN WARTTUSCH ***&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/6769980024186912360-862375967342175184?l=thensmakemyday.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thensmakemyday.blogspot.com/feeds/862375967342175184/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769980024186912360&amp;postID=862375967342175184' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769980024186912360/posts/default/862375967342175184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769980024186912360/posts/default/862375967342175184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thensmakemyday.blogspot.com/2008/02/sabes-no-entendi-o-porqu-da-tua.html' title=''/><author><name>Missy Thens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524008552807995696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00849345827409692139'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jzc90QZkAzU/R8VtYfhzJgI/AAAAAAAAADA/tlqHJ6ObAqU/s72-c/ira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769980024186912360.post-7160525641411308841</id><published>2008-02-21T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T09:46:36.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRISTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jzc90QZkAzU/R7246_hzJeI/AAAAAAAAACY/r6tuSq8QnuI/s1600-h/170_g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169491270916318690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jzc90QZkAzU/R7246_hzJeI/AAAAAAAAACY/r6tuSq8QnuI/s400/170_g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HA... AGORA ACCABOU, MAS NAO VO FIKAR CHORANDO NEM SOFRENDO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora eu decidi que tudo o que me fizer sofrer, na realidae me dará mais força! eu preciso ser forte!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu ouvi uma musica de Arnaldo Antunes bacana.... mas sem recentimentos acabou? Acabou! EntÃo já era!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Arnaldo Antunes - Pedido De Casamento Arnaldo Antunes&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que a gente ia ser feliz juntinho&lt;br /&gt;Pra todo dia dividir carinho&lt;br /&gt;Tenho certeza de que daria certo&lt;br /&gt;Eu e você, você e eu por perto&lt;br /&gt;Eu só queria ter o nosso cantinho&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo junto ao seu mais um pouquinho&lt;br /&gt;Tenho certeza de que daria certo&lt;br /&gt;Nós dois sozinhos num lugar deserto&lt;br /&gt;Se você não quiser&lt;br /&gt;Me viro como der&lt;br /&gt;Mas se quiser me diga, por favor&lt;br /&gt;Pois se você quiser&lt;br /&gt;Me viro como for&lt;br /&gt;Para que seja bom como já é&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que eu ia te fazer feliz&lt;br /&gt;Dos pés até a ponta do nariz&lt;br /&gt;Da beira da orelha ao fim do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Sugando o sangue de cada segundo&lt;br /&gt;Te dou um filho, te componho um hino&lt;br /&gt;O que você quiser saber eu ensino&lt;br /&gt;Te dou amor enquanto eu te amar&lt;br /&gt;Prometo te deixar quando acabar&lt;br /&gt;Se você não quiser&lt;br /&gt;Me viro como der&lt;br /&gt;Mas se quiser me diga, meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Pois se você quiser&lt;br /&gt;Me viro como for&lt;br /&gt;Para que seja bom como já é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769980024186912360-7160525641411308841?l=thensmakemyday.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thensmakemyday.blogspot.com/feeds/7160525641411308841/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769980024186912360&amp;postID=7160525641411308841' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769980024186912360/posts/default/7160525641411308841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769980024186912360/posts/default/7160525641411308841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thensmakemyday.blogspot.com/2008/02/triste.html' title='TRISTE'/><author><name>Missy Thens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524008552807995696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00849345827409692139'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jzc90QZkAzU/R7246_hzJeI/AAAAAAAAACY/r6tuSq8QnuI/s72-c/170_g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6769980024186912360.post-5622287483127797725</id><published>2008-02-11T03:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T04:34:43.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ENROLANDO NE....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jzc90QZkAzU/R7A__fhzJdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/zQZCmVLbXqY/s1600-h/compromisso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165699132621530578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jzc90QZkAzU/R7A__fhzJdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/zQZCmVLbXqY/s400/compromisso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AI... É tão bom quando eu estou pensando em voce, ai voce me liga! É um sinal de que voce tabe esta pensando em mim!!! Mas daí marcar que vai me ligar se for sair mais cedo trabalho, não ligar... não atender o celular.. e depois de milhares de tentativas em todos possiveis numeros, voce me atender para dizer: -Alô... alô... desliga na minha cara. Pô! Ai e sacanagem das pesadas!!!! Ai to ficando desmotivada... Nosso caso tá dificil. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;POXA!!! Como eu queria escrever algo que realmente expresse o que eu to pensando... tudo o que aconteceu desde o inicio.... o quê podera acontecer..... achei uma musica da Alcione que expressa em parte o que eu sinto:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sou dôce, dengosa, polida fiel como um cão, sou capaz de te darMinha vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mas olha não pise na bola, se pular a cêrca eu detono... comigo não rola...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Amor prá mim só vale assim sem precisar pedir perdão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Debaixo da pele de gata eu escondo uma loba...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Quando estou amando eu sou mulher de um homem só!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Desço do meu saltoFaço o que te der prazer....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mas, oh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Meu rei a minha lei você tem que saber...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sou mulher de te deixar se você me trair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;E arranjar um novo amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Só pra me distrair...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me balança mas não me destrói&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Porque chumbo trocado não dói&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Eu não como na mão de quem brinca com a minha emoção...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sou mulher capaz de tudo prá te ver feliz mas também sou de cortar o mal pela raiz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Não divido você com ninguém...Não nasci prá viver num harém!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Não me deixe saber ou será bem melhor prá você me esquecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOSSA FALOU E DISSE!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6769980024186912360-5622287483127797725?l=thensmakemyday.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thensmakemyday.blogspot.com/feeds/5622287483127797725/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6769980024186912360&amp;postID=5622287483127797725' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769980024186912360/posts/default/5622287483127797725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6769980024186912360/posts/default/5622287483127797725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thensmakemyday.blogspot.com/2008/02/enrolando-ne.html' title='ENROLANDO NE....'/><author><name>Missy Thens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15524008552807995696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00849345827409692139'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jzc90QZkAzU/R7A__fhzJdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/zQZCmVLbXqY/s72-c/compromisso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>