<?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-3919042</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:16:01.865-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel Viss</title><subtitle type='html'>"...Sois Anjo, que me tenta, 
e nao me guarda."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>165</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-105697952098007982</id><published>2003-06-30T10:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-30T10:25:20.953-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mudei o endereço do blog. O novo está em:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.angelviss.blogger.com.br&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te vejo por lá.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-105697952098007982?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/105697952098007982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/105697952098007982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105697952098007982' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-95864600</id><published>2003-06-20T12:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-20T12:09:16.210-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tá uma zona! Tudo está uma zona!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Essa coisa de mudança da muito trabalho, eu nem consigo entrar mais no meu quarto, tem caixa pra tudo que é lado!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mas felizmente devemos mudar semana que vem, ai já viu né? Mais um&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-95864600?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/95864600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/95864600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95864600' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-95718167</id><published>2003-06-16T12:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T12:04:32.890-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ppglfd.hpg.ig.com.br/Garfield%20Bolo%20de%20aniversario.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td class="blogtext"&gt;Pra quem não sabe ou esqueceu, sábado foi meu niver. Este ano, com essa confusão toda da casa, decidi não fazer nada pra comemorar. Alguns amigos da facul tentaram fazer um churrasco surpresa pra mim, mas não deu certo pq eu descobri sem querer e pq alguns lerdinhos vieram me perguntar sobre.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, decidiram entam comemorar numa churrascaria, tudo certo até no último minuto lembrarem que lá não tinha outras opções (na verdade tem mas a gente não sabia) e desmarcarem tudo! Rolou o maior stress, vamos, num vamos, até q eu me estressei tb e falei q não iria mais em lugar nenhum. Peguei o meu amorzinho e fomos comemorar sozinhos. E foi o máximo!!!  Eu tava precisando mesmo sair e me divertir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, thanks pra todos que tentaram fazer a surpresa, mas fica pro próximo ano!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-95718167?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/95718167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/95718167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95718167' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-95718119</id><published>2003-06-16T12:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T12:15:30.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.coisasfowfax.blogger.com.br"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.coisasfowfaxgifscutes2.blogger.com.br/music3.gif"Border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Let's Stay Together&lt;br /&gt;by Al Green &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, I'm so in love with you,&lt;br /&gt;whatever you want to do,&lt;br /&gt;is alright with me,&lt;br /&gt;'cause you make me feel&lt;br /&gt;so brand-new,&lt;br /&gt;I want to spend my life with you,&lt;br /&gt;they say it seems, baby,&lt;br /&gt;since we've been together,&lt;br /&gt;loving you forever,&lt;br /&gt;is what I need.&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one you come runnin' to,&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be, ah, untrue,&lt;br /&gt;Ooo baby,Let's... Let's stay together,&lt;br /&gt;loving you whether, whether,&lt;br /&gt;times are good or bad,&lt;br /&gt;happy or sad,&lt;br /&gt;whether time are good or bad,&lt;br /&gt;happy or sad.&lt;br /&gt;Why, somebody?,&lt;br /&gt;Why do people break up,&lt;br /&gt;and turn around and make up?&lt;br /&gt;I just can't see.&lt;br /&gt;You'd never do that to me&lt;br /&gt;(would you baby)?&lt;br /&gt;Being around you,&lt;br /&gt;is all I see.&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I want to do:&lt;br /&gt;Let's... Let's stay together,&lt;br /&gt;loving you whether, whether,&lt;br /&gt;times are good or bad,&lt;br /&gt;happy or sad.&lt;br /&gt;(come on)&lt;br /&gt;Let's... Let's stay together,&lt;br /&gt;loving you whether, &lt;br /&gt;whether,&lt;br /&gt;times are good or bad,&lt;br /&gt;happy or sad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-95718119?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/95718119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/95718119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95718119' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-95592381</id><published>2003-06-12T12:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-12T12:26:03.123-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face="Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" color="#FF0000" size="3"&gt;Feliz Dia dos Namorados!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.coisasfowfax.blogger.com.br"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.coisasfowfaxmensagens.blogger.com.br/imagem3.gif"Border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td class="blogtext"&gt; Com toda a confus&amp;atilde;o q est&amp;aacute; a minha vida, hj nao vai ter comemoracao (ate pq ele ta em epoca de provas, btw quem foi o infeliz q marcou prova esses dias???), e meu namorado vai ter q se contentar com um "cinto"... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E vc? Como vai passar o dia de hj? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-95592381?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/95592381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/95592381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95592381' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-95590042</id><published>2003-06-12T11:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-12T12:13:14.463-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Namorado&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem n&amp;atilde;o tem namorado &amp;eacute; algu&amp;eacute;m que tirou f&amp;eacute;rias n&amp;atilde;o renumeradas de si mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Namorado &amp;eacute; a mais dif&amp;iacute;cil das conquistas. dif&amp;iacute;cil porque namorado de verdade&lt;br /&gt;&amp;eacute; muito raro. necessita de adivinha&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o, de pele, de saliva, l&amp;aacute;grima, nuvem,&lt;br /&gt;quindim, brisa ou filosofia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paquera, gabiru, flerte, caso, transa, envolvimento, at&amp;eacute; paix&amp;atilde;o &amp;eacute; f&amp;aacute;cil, mas&lt;br /&gt;namorado mesmo, &amp;eacute; muito dif&amp;iacute;cil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namorado n&amp;atilde;o precisa ser o mais bonito, mas aquele a quem  se quer proteger e &lt;br /&gt;quando se chega ao lado dele a gente treme, sua frio e quase desmaia pedindo&lt;br /&gt;prote&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o. A prote&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o dele n&amp;atilde;o precisa ser parruda, decidida, ou bandoleira:&lt;br /&gt;Basta um olhar de compreens&amp;atilde;o ou mesmo de afli&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem n&amp;atilde;o tem namorado n&amp;atilde;o &amp;eacute; quem n&amp;atilde;o tem um amor: &amp;eacute; quem n&amp;atilde;o sabe o gosto de&lt;br /&gt;namorar. se voc&amp;ecirc; tem tr&amp;ecirc;s pretendentes, dois paqueras, um envolvimento e dois&lt;br /&gt;amantes, mesmo assim pode n&amp;atilde;o ter namorado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&amp;atilde;o tem namorado quem n&amp;atilde;o sabe o gosto da chuva, cinema sess&amp;atilde;o das duas, medo &lt;br /&gt;do pai, sanduiche de padaria ou drible no trabalho. N&amp;atilde;o  tem  namorado  quem &lt;br /&gt;transa sem carinho, quem acaricia sem vontade de virar sorvete ou lagartixa e&lt;br /&gt;quem ama sem alegria. N&amp;atilde;o tem namorado quem faz pactos de amor apenas com a &lt;br /&gt;infelicidade. Namorar &amp;eacute; fazer pactos com a felicidade, ainda que r&amp;aacute;pida, &lt;br /&gt;escondida, fugida ou imposs&amp;iacute;vel de durar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&amp;atilde;o tem namorado quem n&amp;atilde;o sabe o valor de m&amp;atilde;os dadas; de carinho escondido na&lt;br /&gt;hora em que passa o filme; de flor catada no muro e entregue de repente; de&lt;br /&gt;poesia de Fernando Pessoa, Vinicius de Moraes ou Chico Buarque lida bem &lt;br /&gt;devagar, de gargalhar quando fala junto ou descobre a meia rasgada; de &amp;acirc;nsia&lt;br /&gt;enorme de viajar para a Esc&amp;oacute;cia ou mesmo de metr&amp;ocirc;, bonde, nuvem, cavalo alado,&lt;br /&gt;tapete m&amp;aacute;gico ou foguete interplanet&amp;aacute;rio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&amp;atilde;o tem namorado quem n&amp;atilde;o gosta de dormir agarrado, fazer sesta abra&amp;ccedil;ado,&lt;br /&gt;fazer compra junto. N&amp;atilde;o tem namorado quem n&amp;atilde;o gosta de falar do pr&amp;oacute;prio amor,&lt;br /&gt;nem de ficar horas e horas olhando o mist&amp;eacute;rio do outro dentro dos olhos dele,&lt;br /&gt;abobalhados de alegria pela lucidez do amor. N&amp;atilde;o tem namorado quem n&amp;atilde;o &lt;br /&gt;redescobre a crian&amp;ccedil;a pr&amp;oacute;pria e a do amado e sai com ela para parques, &lt;br /&gt;fliperamas, beira d'agua, show do Milton Nascimento, bosque enluarado, ruas &lt;br /&gt;de sonhos ou musicais da metro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&amp;atilde;o tem namorado quem n&amp;atilde;o tem m&amp;uacute;sica secreta com ele, quem n&amp;atilde;o dedica livros,&lt;br /&gt;quem n&amp;atilde;o recorta artigos, quem n&amp;atilde;o se chateia com o fato de o seu bem ser&lt;br /&gt;paquerado. N&amp;atilde;o tem namorado quem ama sem gostar, quem gosta sem curtir, quem&lt;br /&gt;curte sem aprofundar. N&amp;atilde;o tem namorado quem nunca sentiu o gosto de ser &lt;br /&gt;lembrado de repente no fim-de-semana, na madrugada ou no meio-dia de sol em &lt;br /&gt;plena praia cheia de rivais. N&amp;atilde;o tem namorado quem ama sem se dedicar; quem&lt;br /&gt;namora sem brincar; quem vive cheio de obriga&amp;ccedil;&amp;otilde;es; quem faz sexo sem esperar o &lt;br /&gt;outro ir com ele. N&amp;atilde;o tem namorado quem confunde solid&amp;atilde;o com ficar sozinho, n&amp;atilde;o&lt;br /&gt;ri de si mesmo e quem tem medo de ser afetivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se voc&amp;ecirc; n&amp;atilde;o tem namorado porque descobriu que o amor &amp;eacute; alegre e voc&amp;ecirc; vive&lt;br /&gt;pesando duzentos quilos de grilos e de medo, ponha a roupa mais leve e passeie&lt;br /&gt;de m&amp;atilde;os dadas com o ar. Enfeite-se com margaridas e ternuras, e escove a alma &lt;br /&gt;com leves fric&amp;ccedil;&amp;otilde;es de esperan&amp;ccedil;a. De alma escovada e cora&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o estouvado saia do&lt;br /&gt;quintal de si mesmo e descubra o pr&amp;oacute;prio jardim. Acorde com gosto de caqui e &lt;br /&gt;sorria l&amp;iacute;rios para quem passe debaixo da sua janela.&lt;br /&gt;Ponha inten&amp;ccedil;&amp;otilde;es de quermesse em seus olhos e beba licor de contos de fadas.&lt;br /&gt;Ande como se o ch&amp;atilde;o estivesse repleto de sons de flauta e do c&amp;eacute;u descesse uma&lt;br /&gt;n&amp;eacute;voa de borboletas, cada qual trazendo uma p&amp;eacute;rola falante a dizer frases sutis&lt;br /&gt;e palavras de galanteria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se voc&amp;ecirc; n&amp;atilde;o tem namorado &amp;eacute; porque ainda n&amp;atilde;o enlouqueceu aquele pouquinho &lt;br /&gt;necess&amp;aacute;rio a fazer a vida parar e de repente parecer que faz sentido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enlou-cres&amp;ccedil;a.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-95590042?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/95590042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/95590042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95590042' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-95558841</id><published>2003-06-11T15:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-11T15:30:06.030-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu adoro surpresas, mas acabei estragando uma que seria o m&amp;aacute;ximo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q droga, pq eu tenho q ser tao insegura, "fofoqueira"... Agora to me sentindo culpada, nao queria saber de nada :(&lt;br /&gt;Droga, droga, droga!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-95558841?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/95558841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/95558841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95558841' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-95466887</id><published>2003-06-09T12:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-09T14:11:52.916-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nunca pensei q alugar uma casa fosse dar tanto trabalho...&lt;br /&gt;Minha vida t&amp;aacute; uma correria s&amp;oacute;, vai pra um lugar pro outro, e at&amp;eacute; agora nao conseguimos nada. Toda vez q gostamos de alguma s&amp;oacute;, j&amp;aacute; t&amp;aacute; alugado! Saco, saco, saco!!!  Pior &amp;eacute; q minha mae quer uma casa horrivel, parece uma favela o lugar... Mas vamos torcer pra aparecer outra coisa melhor, bem melhor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O pior de tudo &amp;eacute; q "esqueci" que dia 12 j&amp;aacute; &amp;eacute; agora e nem comprei o presente do meu amor... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-95466887?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/95466887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/95466887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95466887' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-95339068</id><published>2003-06-05T16:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T16:16:27.980-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cada vez mais tenho certeza de que foi mesmo aquele marginal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A um tempo atr&amp;aacute;s eu "perdi" o meu rel&amp;oacute;gio. Na verdade eu achei muito estranho pq tinha certeza de q tinha chegado em casa com ele, mas na &amp;eacute;poca nem imaginei q ele podia ter sido roubado. Agora tenho certeza q de eu n&amp;atilde;o o perdi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha teoria &amp;eacute; q ele tenha entrado, roubado o rel&amp;oacute;gio, (pq tb foi num domingo pra segunda tb, dia em q o pessoal da minha casa dorme cedo), e ficou quieto pra ver se a gente ia perceber ou falar alguma coisa. Como a gente nao falou nada, ele entrou de novo (pra roubar mais coisas ou fazer sei la o q), (se &amp;eacute; q nao entrou outras vezes), mas dessa vez se deu mal pq minha mae tinha acordado e ele com medo tentou se esconder, e foi burro de se esconder justamente no meu quarto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, nao vou ficar falando muito pq hj em dia vc acusar um marginal (q deveria estar em pedacinhos) q sabe onde vc mora, q hs sai, qd volta, etc., &amp;eacute; muito perigoso. Eu nao to voltando pra casa com medo disso, vai q ele resolve se vingar de alguma forma???  Mas q a minha vontade era de v&amp;ecirc;-lo em peda&amp;ccedil;os era, eu ainda ia ter o prazer de falar: "Bem-feito!"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-95339068?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/95339068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/95339068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95339068' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-95240128</id><published>2003-06-03T12:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-03T12:26:54.536-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To desesperada!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao aguento mais contar/lembrar disso, mas como fica todo mundo perguntando, resolvi publicar aqui pq ai s&amp;oacute; conto uma vez. Mas pls, nao perguntem mais detalhes pq toda hora vem aquela imagem na minha cabeca e eu fico tentando lembrar de algum detalhe q me fa&amp;ccedil;a ter certeza de quem era, mas a unica coisa q consigo &amp;eacute; ficar mais traumatizada. &lt;br /&gt;Bem, tirando o fator psicologico, eu estou bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os fatos:&lt;br /&gt;Na madrugada de domingo pra segunda, eu senti alguma coisa encostando do meu p&amp;eacute;, como se fosse um bicho andando, uma barata sei la. Acordei, olhei em volta e nao tinha nada. Mas eu fiquei sismada pq tenho um urso grande de pel&amp;uacute;cia e ele sempre fica no mesmo lugar (tenho essa mania, de colocar as coisas no meu quarto sempre da mesma forma, como se fosse um ritual) e ele tava um pouco pro lado. Levantei o corpo pra ver o que era e quando olhei tinha um cara debaixo da minha cama com a metade do corpo pra fora ao lado do urso. Levei o maior susto, (imagina vc acordar e da de cara com uma pessoa estranha..).  Nao se preocupem, ele nao fez/roubou nada. Eu comecei a gritar, ou melhor, berrar pq gritar era baixo pro escandalo q fiz, e ele saiu correndo. Como eu tava sem lente, nao deu pra ver direito quem era, mas tenho 90% de certeza q era o cara que alugou a casa dos fundos.  Deu a maior confusao, minha mae chamou todos os segurancas da rua, mas como eu nao tinha 100% de certeza e nao tinha provas, era a minha palavra contra a dele, ai, ele ficou s&amp;oacute; ameacado de morte pelos segurancas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu imagino q ele tenha ido tentar me agarrar pq se fosse pra roubar, ele nao ia sair correndo e iria estar armado. Como eu comecei a gritar, ate ele conseguir sair debaixo da cama a casa toda ja estava acordada e a &amp;uacute;nica solucao q ele viu foi sair correndo. Sorte minha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora a gente ta procurando outra casa pra alugar ate vender a nossa, pq ja falei pra minha mae q la eu nao fico mais!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E depois disso decidi tomar coragem e fazer a opera&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o de miopia pq vc nao enxergar direito qd mais precisava ver &amp;eacute; uma m...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-95240128?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/95240128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/95240128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95240128' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-95093653</id><published>2003-05-30T16:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T16:44:45.706-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estava eu aqui no trabalho ouvindo minhas mp3 qd come&amp;ccedil;ou a tocar uma m&amp;uacute;sica do George Michael. &amp;Eacute; engra&amp;ccedil;ado como a gente muda, os sentimentos mudam...  Como pode essa m&amp;uacute;sica significar tanto pra mim na &amp;eacute;poca e hj em dia n&amp;atilde;o significar nada mais que uma m&amp;uacute;sica???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Careless Whisper &lt;br /&gt;by George Michael &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time can never mend careless whispers of a good friend&lt;br /&gt;To the heart and mind, ignorance is kind&lt;br /&gt;There's no comfort in the truth pain is all you'll find&lt;br /&gt;Should've known better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so unsure&lt;br /&gt;As I take your hand and lead you to the dance floor&lt;br /&gt;As the music dies, something in your eyes calls to mind&lt;br /&gt;The silver screen and all its sad good-byes&lt;br /&gt;I'm never gonna dance again guilty feet have got no rhythm&lt;br /&gt;Though it's easy to pretend I know your not a fool&lt;br /&gt;Should've known better than to cheat a friend&lt;br /&gt;And waste the chance that I've been given&lt;br /&gt;So I'm never gonna dance again the way I danced with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time can never mend the careless whispers of a good friend&lt;br /&gt;To the heart and mind ignorance is kind&lt;br /&gt;There's no comfort in the truth pain is all you'll find&lt;br /&gt;I'm never gonna dance again guilty feet have got no rhythm&lt;br /&gt;Though it's easy to pretend I know your not a fool&lt;br /&gt;Should've known better than to cheat a friend&lt;br /&gt;And waste this chance that I've been given&lt;br /&gt;So I'm never gonna dance again the way I danced with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never without your love&lt;br /&gt;Tonight the music seems so loud&lt;br /&gt;I wish that we could lose this crowd&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's better this way&lt;br /&gt;We'd hurt each other with the things we'd want to say&lt;br /&gt;We could have been so good together&lt;br /&gt;We could have lived this dance forever&lt;br /&gt;But noone's gonna dance with me, Please stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm never gonna dance again guilty feet have got no rhythm&lt;br /&gt;Though it's easy to pretend I know your not a fool,&lt;br /&gt;Should've known better than to cheat a friend&lt;br /&gt;And waste the chance that I've been given,&lt;br /&gt;So I'm never gonna dance again the way I danced with you&lt;br /&gt;(Now that you're gone) Now that you're gone&lt;br /&gt;(Now that you're gone) What I did's so wrong that you had to leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-95093653?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/95093653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/95093653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95093653' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-95035336</id><published>2003-05-29T11:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-29T11:40:39.253-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Um conselho:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca aceite ser madrinha de casamento, vc corre um s&amp;eacute;rio risco de ficar que nem eu. Louca andando atr&amp;aacute;s de roupa e n&amp;atilde;o gostar de nada!!!!  Isso sem contar q vc tem q gostar de uma coisa e ter a sua cor, q por sinal podia ser todo mundo de preto! Q inferno, eu tinha q ficar com vinho??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E depois dessa loucura toda, ainda tem que escolher cabelo, maquilagem, bolsa, j&amp;oacute;ias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ihhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-95035336?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/95035336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/95035336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95035336' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-94989882</id><published>2003-05-28T11:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T11:28:27.846-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Caramba! Estou chocada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo meu q virou paulista, mas tudo bem, ele continua sendo gente boa (rsrsrs) estava vindo pro RJ na sexta, quando sofreu um acidente e quase morreu!!! Ele est&amp;aacute; bem, falou que o caminhao passou por cima do carro dele, literalmente, mas ele s&amp;oacute; sofreu alguns arranhoes e que ainda hj se pergunta como sobreviveu. &lt;br /&gt;L&amp;oacute;gico q fiquei chocada com a noticia, eu soube pq fui mandar um email pra desejar feliz anivers&amp;aacute;rio ontem pra ele...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossa! Fico imaginando se ele tivesse morrido, eu nem ia saber!!! Ou saberia muito tempo depois... Ou pior, imagina se eu tivesse visto pela TV...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas vamos parar com essa nostalgia toda pq ele t&amp;aacute; bem! E Muito bem por sinal... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-94989882?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/94989882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/94989882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94989882' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-94938568</id><published>2003-05-27T10:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-27T10:26:48.200-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Esqueci de comentar... Não é que a "vadia" continua ligando!!!&lt;br /&gt;GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-94938568?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/94938568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/94938568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94938568' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-94907719</id><published>2003-05-26T16:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-26T16:47:02.363-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Falta de personalidade... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei como algumas pessoas podem ser tão fúteis... Estava eu conversando com a minha prima (olha q era a minha prima heim!), e não é que ela teve a capacidade de ter o seguinte dialogo comigo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Vc gosta de forro?&lt;br /&gt;Viss: Nao &lt;br /&gt;- Q isso? Toda errada!&lt;br /&gt;Viss: Pq toda errada? Soh pq eu nao gosto de forro?&lt;br /&gt;- É claro!&lt;br /&gt;Viss: Pq eu TENHO gostar?&lt;br /&gt;- Pq está na moda!&lt;br /&gt;Viss: Ahh, fala serio! Quer dizer q tudo q esta na moda eu tenho q gostar?&lt;br /&gt;- Claro! Vc parece uma velha! Tá totalmente ultrapassada!&lt;br /&gt;- Vc precisa atualizar seus gostos e arrumar um namorado rico!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claro q depois dessa achei melhor nem comentar, gostar de tudo q está na moda pra mim é nao ter personalidade, e o pior, namorado rico??? Pra q? Por algum acaso eu vou beijar dinheiro? Eu AMO o meu!!!! &lt;br /&gt;E ela q se diz tao na moda, já passou dos 30 anos e continua solteira...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-94907719?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/94907719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/94907719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94907719' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-94902778</id><published>2003-05-26T14:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-26T14:11:18.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ontem teve comemoração de 3 meses de namoro. Na verdade num deu pra comemorar do jeito que queríamos, mas deixa pro próximo final de semana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.coisasfowfax.blogger.com.br"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.coisasfowfaxmontepalavras.blogger.com.br/anjinho2.gif"Border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.coisasfowfaxmontepalavras.blogger.com.br/anjinhot.gif"Border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.coisasfowfaxmontepalavras.blogger.com.br/anjinhoe.gif"Border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.coisasfowfaxmontepalavras.blogger.com.br/anjinho2.gif"Border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.coisasfowfaxmontepalavras.blogger.com.br/anjinhoa.gif"Border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img 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height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-94902778?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/94902778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/94902778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94902778' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-94752324</id><published>2003-05-22T17:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-22T17:09:20.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;AN&amp;Aacute;LISE QU&amp;Iacute;MICA DA MULHER... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Elemento: Mulher &lt;br /&gt;- S&amp;iacute;mbolo: Mu &lt;br /&gt;- Descobridor: Ad&amp;atilde;o &lt;br /&gt;- Peso At&amp;ocirc;mico: 50 Kg, mas &amp;eacute; sabido que varia de 45 a 90 Kg, em bom estado, na  CNTP - Condi&amp;ccedil;&amp;otilde;es Normais de Temperatura e Press&amp;atilde;o. &lt;br /&gt;- Ocorr&amp;ecirc;ncia: Quantidade excedente em toda a &amp;aacute;rea humana. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;PROPRIEDADES F&amp;Iacute;SICAS: &lt;br /&gt; 1 - Superf&amp;iacute;cie geralmente recoberta por revestimento colorido. &lt;br /&gt; 2 - Ferve por nada, congela sem raz&amp;atilde;o. &lt;br /&gt; 3 - Derrete se submetida a tratamento adequado. &lt;br /&gt; 4 - Amarga se usada incorretamente. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; PROPRIEDADES QU&amp;Iacute;MICAS: &lt;br /&gt; 1 - Possui afinidade com ouro, prata, platina e pedras preciosas. &lt;br /&gt; 2 - Capaz de absorver grande quantidade de materiais caros roupas, jantares, casas, carros. &lt;br /&gt; 3 - Pode explodir espontaneamente. &lt;br /&gt; 4 - Extremamente barulhenta quando encontrada em grupo. &lt;br /&gt; 5 - Insol&amp;uacute;vel em l&amp;iacute;quidos, mas com atividade molecular aumentada por satura&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o em &amp;aacute;lcool. &lt;br /&gt; 6 - Cede a press&amp;atilde;o quando aplicadas em pontos corretos. &lt;br /&gt; 7 - Prazo de validade: consumir ap&amp;oacute;s os 35 anos, antes deste prazo &amp;eacute; ela que te consome. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  UTILIDADES GERAIS: &lt;br /&gt; 1 - Altamente ornamental, especialmente em carros esportes, iates e piscinas. &lt;br /&gt; 2 - O mais poderoso agente redutor de dinheiro que se conhece. &lt;br /&gt; 3 - Pode ser de grande ajuda para relaxamento. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; O QUE FALTA EM SUA ESTRUTURA: &lt;br /&gt; 1 - Bot&amp;atilde;o ON/OFF. &lt;br /&gt; 2 - Bot&amp;atilde;o de volume. &lt;br /&gt; 3 - Manual de instru&amp;ccedil;&amp;otilde;es. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-94752324?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/94752324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/94752324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94752324' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-94582750</id><published>2003-05-19T11:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-22T15:38:18.366-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Segunda-feira, mas parece sexta-feira 13...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra come&amp;ccedil;ar o dia, minha m&amp;atilde;e resolve bater com o carro, t&amp;aacute;, ela falou que a culpa n&amp;atilde;o foi dela, mas tinha que ser numa S10? L&amp;oacute;gico q o carro do cara nem arranhou e acabou com o meu...&lt;br /&gt;Tive que vir pro trab de onibus, tenho pavor de andar de onibus, mas como n&amp;atilde;o tinha mesmo outro jeito... Depois de 2h esperando, peguei o maldito onibus e at&amp;eacute; que tava vazio, sentei no meu canto e estava estudando, at&amp;eacute; q entrou um maldito cara pedindo dinheiro. Achei muito estranho, o cara tava com um trequinho na m&amp;atilde;o (do tamanho de uma bateria), cheio de luzinhas e ia de banco em banco pedindo R$1,00 pra todo mundo e colocando aquele treco na cara das pessoas. Falei q nao tinha e continuei no meu lugar. Ai ele foi l&amp;aacute; pra frente pedir qq coisa e passou de novo com o treco na cara das pessoas, s&amp;oacute; q desta vez n&amp;atilde;o foi no onibus todo. E voltou l&amp;aacute; pra frente pra falar que ele ia pedir R$0,01, assim todo mundo podia ajudar. Ai, qd ele foi passar com o treco de novo na cara das pessoas eu me estressei. N&amp;atilde;o sabia o que era aquilo, e sei l&amp;aacute;, depois o cara falava: "J&amp;aacute; que ningu&amp;eacute;m me ajudou, eu tentei n&amp;atilde;o fazer isso mas, e assaltava todo mundo." Nem pensei 2 vezes, desci do onibus, peguei outro maldito onibus e desci no metr&amp;ocirc; antes q me estressassem ainda mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.udmfrance.com/images2/Toons/garfield_monday1.jpg" width="352" height="164" border="0"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-94582750?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/94582750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/94582750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94582750' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-94390311</id><published>2003-05-15T11:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-15T11:13:35.083-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Caramba, estou muito estressada com a situa&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o aqui no trabalho. Essa coisa de n&amp;atilde;o saber se amanh&amp;atilde; ainda vou ter emprego &amp;eacute; desesperadora! Vc num pode fazer planos, aproveitar a vida sem se preocupar com contas pra pagar, bla bla bla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algu&amp;eacute;m tem um emprego pra mim ae???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-94390311?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/94390311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/94390311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94390311' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-94283602</id><published>2003-05-13T16:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-13T16:53:24.273-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estava eu fazendo uns testes aqui na internet, e n&amp;atilde;o resisti, tive que publicar a resposta desse aqui... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://elle.abril.com.br/livre/180/atitude_teste.html"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seu namoro vai durar?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Pontos: 38 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem v&amp;ecirc; de fora pode achar que voc&amp;ecirc;s est&amp;atilde;o de sacanagem. Posando de casal perfeito, daqueles que ficam o tempo todo se abra&amp;ccedil;ando e rindo, que nem comercial de iogurte. E o pior, ainda que isso mate metade de suas amigas de inveja, &amp;eacute; que voc&amp;ecirc;s s&amp;atilde;o assim mesmo. Fazem tudo juntos e n&amp;atilde;o se cansam da cara do outro. Para que perder tempo? Comecemm j&amp;aacute; a escrever um livro de auto-ajuda no amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-94283602?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/94283602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/94283602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94283602' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-94215407</id><published>2003-05-12T14:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-12T14:58:46.620-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.toontracker.com/magoo/magoo-1.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de um final de semana totalmente ceguinha... Voltei a enxergar, como &amp;eacute; bom isso! rs...&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade eu sou uma pastel, eu sou a &amp;uacute;nica pessoa no mundo que n&amp;atilde;o tem &amp;oacute;culos, ai qd eu n&amp;atilde;o posso usar a lente, fico assim, sem enxergar nada!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi horr&amp;iacute;vel, n&amp;atilde;o pude ir ao cinema com os amigos, s&amp;oacute; mesmo sair pra jantar pq pra isso n&amp;atilde;o precisava enxergar de longe... rs!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-94215407?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/94215407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/94215407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94215407' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-93931051</id><published>2003-05-07T12:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-07T12:16:48.700-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nada &amp;eacute; mais frustrante do que vc ver uma pessoa de quem vc gosta muito sofrendo e vc nao poder fazer nada... D&amp;aacute; uma sensacao de vazio, vc tenta fazer algo, dizer alguma coisa boa, mas sabe que nada do que falar vai adiantar e infelizmente nao ha nada q vc possa fazer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, s&amp;oacute; resta abracar, ouvir, e dar o seu colo para a pessoa chorar....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-93931051?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/93931051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/93931051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93931051' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-93868903</id><published>2003-05-06T13:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-06T13:03:13.686-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Depois de 24 longas e dolorosas presta&amp;ccedil;&amp;otilde;es (maior loucura isso), finalmente terminei de pagar o meu carro!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-93868903?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/93868903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/93868903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93868903' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-93814385</id><published>2003-05-05T15:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T15:47:47.210-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Esse feriad&amp;atilde;o, (que n&amp;atilde;o foi feriad&amp;atilde;o pra mim pq tive que trabalhar na sexta), aconteceu uma coisa que me deixou muito p da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava eu com o meu bichinho, tudo indo as mil maravilhas at&amp;eacute; que uma qualquer resolveu ligar pra ele. At&amp;eacute; ai tudo bem, num me incomodo que ele fale com outras mulheres, mas qd a pessoa &amp;eacute; oferecida num rola! Acreditam que ela teve a coragem de ROUBAR o numero do tel dele? E qd ele perguntou como ela tinha o tel, ela na maior cara de pau falou q roubou o celular da prima (amiga dele) e anotou o numero. E o pior de tudo, &amp;eacute; que ela teve a capacidade de perguntar se ele era fiel, quando ele falou que estava namorando??? E ainda dizer: "Que pena..." quando ele respondeu que sim...  Bem, n&amp;atilde;o satisfeita, a sujeita teve a coragem de ligar 2 dias depois pra ter a certeza que ele n&amp;atilde;o tinha mudado de id&amp;eacute;ia... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai que &amp;oacute;dio!!!!!  Como pode ter algu&amp;eacute;m t&amp;atilde;o oferecido assim no mundo????? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, j&amp;aacute; ia esquecendo, a infeliz ainda se chama Viviane...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-93814385?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/93814385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/93814385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93814385' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-93807692</id><published>2003-05-05T13:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T13:29:51.046-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tive que formatar a minha maquina e perdi todos os meus contatos do icq... Bem, se me virem online, pls, me mandem um oiiiiiiieeeeeeeee para eu poder cadastrar de novo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-93807692?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/93807692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/93807692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93807692' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-93411529</id><published>2003-04-28T14:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-28T16:03:07.466-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pooo, t&amp;aacute; todo mundo falando que essa m&amp;uacute;sica &amp;eacute; a minha cara... Num sei pq j&amp;aacute; q nunca brinquei de adoleta e nem o meu bichinho tem 17 anos, muito menos deixar de sair pra estudar... Mas t&amp;aacute; bom, t&amp;aacute; bom! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adoleta&lt;br /&gt;by Kelly Key &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me ganhou com esse jeito de menino&lt;br /&gt;T&amp;atilde;o alegre, t&amp;atilde;o meigo e distraido&lt;br /&gt;Eu n&amp;atilde;o sei aonde este amor vai me levar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que voc&amp;ecirc; &amp;eacute; mais novo &amp;eacute; verdade&lt;br /&gt;Mas n&amp;atilde;o quero saber da sua idade&lt;br /&gt;N&amp;atilde;o vou mais fugir&lt;br /&gt;eu vou deixar rolar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te chamo pro cinema &lt;br /&gt;Voc&amp;ecirc; tem que estudar&lt;br /&gt;E quando a gente sai&lt;br /&gt;sempre tem hora pra voltar&lt;br /&gt;N&amp;atilde;o ve que eu to na sua&lt;br /&gt;Louca pra te beijar&lt;br /&gt;Se liga na id&amp;eacute;ia que eu vou te mandar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao quero mais brincar&lt;br /&gt;brincar de adoleta&lt;br /&gt;N&amp;atilde;o quero mais brincar&lt;br /&gt;brincar de adoleta&lt;br /&gt;Lepeti- peti pola&lt;br /&gt;Le caf&amp;eacute; com chocola&lt;br /&gt;Lepeti- peti pola&lt;br /&gt;Le caf&amp;eacute; com chocola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 anos pr&amp;eacute;-vestibular&lt;br /&gt;Pra encher o saco tem que estudar&lt;br /&gt;J&amp;aacute; tive esta idade sei como &amp;eacute; que &amp;eacute;&lt;br /&gt;Mas tu t&amp;aacute; lidando com uma mulher&lt;br /&gt;Ve se me obedece tem que respeitar&lt;br /&gt;Voc&amp;ecirc; &amp;eacute; gatinho mas assim n&amp;atilde;o d&amp;aacute;&lt;br /&gt;Quero atitude quero aten&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o&lt;br /&gt;Tem que dar valor &lt;br /&gt;Ao que tu tem na m&amp;atilde;o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-93411529?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/93411529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/93411529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93411529' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-93258296</id><published>2003-04-25T16:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-25T16:54:22.656-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sabe aquele dia em que vc acorda e d&amp;aacute; tudo errado? Vc pensa: Nossa, eu nao devia ter sa&amp;iacute;do da cama... Bem, Hj ta sendo um desses dias, o dia das coisas darem todas erradas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra come&amp;ccedil;ar, tive que bolar um "plano B" para a minha comemora&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o de niver de namoro, pq o "plano A" foi pro espa&amp;ccedil;o. Vim pro trabalho, e acabou meu bilhete do metro, logico q esqueci de comprar qd cheguei aqui (agora vou ter q enfrentrar a maior fila). Mas at&amp;eacute; ai tava tudo indo mais ou menos bem, at&amp;eacute; eu descobri que meu celular entrou de greve, isso mesmo, resolveu n&amp;atilde;o funcionar! N&amp;atilde;o consigo ligar e nem receber liga&amp;ccedil;&amp;otilde;es (droga de antena!).  N&amp;atilde;o consigo ligar para o meu amor (como eu ODEIO celulares), vou ter q ficar sem saber o q vamos fazer. &lt;br /&gt;Como eu to aqui meio q sem fazer nada, fui entrar num site de tetris online (muito divertido por sinal) e n&amp;atilde;o &amp;eacute; q t&amp;aacute; fora do ar??? Isso tudo foi me estressando, at&amp;eacute; que entrei no meu blog e pra completar, o mural de recados e o Haloscan (os coment&amp;aacute;rios) t&amp;atilde;o fora do ar novamente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitivamente hj num &amp;eacute; o meu dia! To at&amp;eacute; com medo do q ainda vai acontecer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-93258296?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/93258296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/93258296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93258296' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-93256019</id><published>2003-04-25T16:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-25T16:07:41.886-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Match for Leo and Gemini &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Gemini and Leo come together, the partnership is playful and high-spirited. There is a lot of movement and optimism in this relationship. Leo has a spirit of creativity that is attractive to Gemini, who enjoys mental stimulation. But arguments may arise if Leo takes Gemini's flirtatious nature too seriously or if Gemini feels that Leo wants total control of the relationship. They are well matched, though Leo wants to experience things firsthand and Gemini would rather examine them from several different angles. Together they can discover and understand more than they would alone.&lt;br /&gt;Both Leo and Gemini have a lot of energy, and working together they can come up with great ideas and common goals. Neither Sign is a slugabed! Leo likes the freedom to jump into projects and give the orders. Gemini wants intellectual freedom, and is able to look at all sides of an argument and see Leo's reasons for choosing which projects to support. When Geminis vacillate, Leo can help them make decisions, but they also need to be careful to allow Gemini intellectual space and not be too overbearing or bossy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo is ruled by the Sun, and Gemini is ruled by the Planet Mercury. These Planets represent communication and individual expression. Due to the compatible nature of these planetary energies Leo and Gemini work well together as unit -- they are skilled at getting their point across in different ways. They may also have heated debates, but where Gemini does it for fun and intellectual challenge, Leo takes it more seriously. The Twins need to learn how seriously their partner takes such repartee and be careful not to cross boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gemini is an Air Sign and Leo is a Fire Sign. Air fuels Fire and keeps it going; Gemini can keep up with the creativity and energy of Leo and the Lion's tendency to see a plan through to completion. Gemini is able to follow Leo's action-oriented lead and jump into multiple projects with an intellectual outlook. Both Signs have wide-ranging interests, and Leo's desire to be at the center of an activity gives them great experiences to talk about later with the more mentally stimulated Gemini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo is a Fixed Sign and Gemini is a Mutable Sign. Leo is the leader of projects and ideas, and Gemini will accept these ideas as long as they don't feel pressured. When they work together, they won't bicker over who gets to take the credit for their achievements. Leo's vain nature likes glory, and Gemini is happy to be less conspicuous. Leo can see something through to the end whereas Gemini will become bored if there is a lack of mental stimulation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best aspect of the Gemini-Leo relationship is their youthful, even childlike view of the world. They can truly understand and value each other's input to the world. Together they can discover aspects of life that they would have missed separately. Together, this duo will be a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-93256019?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/93256019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/93256019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93256019' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-93187146</id><published>2003-04-24T14:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-24T14:09:48.513-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Decidi entrar na dieta! Depois de ter engordado uns 10kg nessa p&amp;aacute;scoa... T&amp;aacute; bom! T&amp;aacute; bom! &amp;Eacute; um exagero, mas...&lt;br /&gt;Eu s&amp;oacute; gostaria de saber pq qd vc decide fazer dieta, vc tem umas vontades loucas de comer coisas q vc jamais comeria....  Vai entender!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-93187146?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/93187146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/93187146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93187146' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-93186882</id><published>2003-04-24T14:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-24T14:05:19.006-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Voltei!  Depois de umas "f&amp;eacute;rias for&amp;ccedil;adas" do blog, estou de volta com pique total! Bem, ainda nao to podendo escrever muito, ainda tenho 7 dias de fisioterapia pela frente, mas j&amp;aacute; estou bem melhor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ent&amp;atilde;o vamos as novidades:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu feriad&amp;atilde;o foi o m&amp;aacute;ximo! Filmes, beijinhos, mais filmes, milhares de beijos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blockbuster.com.br/handlers/filme/files/B84D73B3-A3FA-49B3-93E15EC56F1AECE4.Imagem_da_Capa.jpg" width="100" height="150" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blockbuster.com.br/handlers/filme/files/9761A552-BA32-48C1-A9ECEF3102402854.Imagem_da_Capa.jpg" width="100" height="150" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blockbuster.com.br/handlers/filme/files/E688C96B-275D-4A69-8E1FFC6A2C75668C.Imagem_da_Capa.jpg" width="100" height="150" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blockbuster.com.br/handlers/filme/files/0318A769-C3C2-495B-B8BB6DE69ED92A4F.Imagem_da_Capa.jpg" width="100" height="150" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blockbuster.com.br/handlers/filme/files/5E43C3E8-874D-4B41-84C0D29D76794ED0.Imagem_da_Capa.jpg" width="100" height="150" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cinema:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cinemark.com.br/filmes/307/photo1.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cinemark.com.br/filmes/313/photo4.jpg" width="80" height="110" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ufa! Mas esse eu realmente recomendo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cinemark.com.br/filmes/314/photo1.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;Eacute; muito engra&amp;ccedil;ado, e sem contar que eu e o meu bichinho nos vimos no filme, s&amp;oacute; falta a gente casar e ir passar a lua-de-mel em Paris pra ficar perfeito! ;P&lt;br /&gt;Bem, a gente decidiu n&amp;atilde;o viajar e aproveitar melhor cada segundo juntos. E foi maravilhoso, s&amp;aacute;bia decis&amp;atilde;o essa minha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-93186882?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/93186882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/93186882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93186882' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-92796423</id><published>2003-04-17T17:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-17T17:10:15.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bem, mesmo sem poder escrever muito, passei aqui pra desejar &lt;b&gt; Boa P&amp;aacute;scoa &lt;/b&gt; para todos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E n&amp;atilde;o podia deixar de postar isso, depois que a gente cresce &amp;eacute; que percebe a verdade ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De olhos vermelhos, &lt;br /&gt;    (O bicho tava doid&amp;atilde;o)&lt;br /&gt;De p&amp;ecirc;lo branquinho, &lt;br /&gt;    (Deve ser coroa tamb&amp;eacute;m)&lt;br /&gt;De pulo bem leve, &lt;br /&gt;    (boiola)&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou o coelhinho, &lt;br /&gt;    (Aqui ele faz g&amp;ecirc;nero, coitadinho)&lt;br /&gt;Sou muito assustado, &lt;br /&gt;     (uuuuuuuuh... nooossa!)&lt;br /&gt;Por&amp;eacute;m sou guloso, &lt;br /&gt;     (tipinho c&amp;iacute;nico)&lt;br /&gt;Por uma cenoura... &lt;br /&gt;     (hehehe... t&amp;ocirc; sabendo...)&lt;br /&gt;J&amp;aacute; fico manhoso &lt;br /&gt;     (definitivamente boiola)&lt;br /&gt;Eu pulo pra frente&lt;br /&gt;Eu pulo pra tr&amp;aacute;s &lt;br /&gt;     (versos altamentes er&amp;oacute;ticos)&lt;br /&gt;Dou 1000 cambalhotas &lt;br /&gt;     (Kama Sutra perde)&lt;br /&gt;Sou forte demais! &lt;br /&gt;     (pit-bicha!)&lt;br /&gt;Comi uma cenoura &lt;br /&gt;     (agora chegou onde eu queria)&lt;br /&gt;Com casca e tudo &lt;br /&gt;     (ao natural, integral)&lt;br /&gt;T&amp;atilde;o grande ela era... &lt;br /&gt;     (aiiii... como era grande... uiuiui...)&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei barrigudo!!! &lt;br /&gt;     (Aahhh bom, era coelha!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ya.com.br/postcard-direct/images/pascoa5.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-92796423?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/92796423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/92796423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92796423' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-92590970</id><published>2003-04-14T13:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-14T13:35:54.390-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa tendinite t&amp;aacute; me matando... Quando eu ficar boa eu volto a contar as novidades...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-92590970?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/92590970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/92590970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92590970' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-92221144</id><published>2003-04-08T11:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-08T11:13:08.076-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mais um temp&amp;atilde;o... Ent&amp;atilde;o vamos as novidades:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra come&amp;ccedil;ar, estou tendo que aprender a fazer tudo com uma m&amp;atilde;o s&amp;oacute;. &amp;Eacute;, num teve jeito, to com tendinite mesmo! S&amp;oacute; que desta vez t&amp;aacute; super forte, cheguei ontem com a m&amp;atilde;o toda inchada e t&amp;aacute; at&amp;eacute; agora assim. Fora que d&amp;oacute;i quando fa&amp;ccedil;o qualquer coisa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Segunda&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de muita indecis&amp;atilde;o, resolvi fazer mesmo o curso da Oracle. Foi a minha primeira aula, e adorei. Acho que vai valer a pena a grana toda investida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oracle.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.gcm.com.br/images/oaec-peq.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Domingo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuva, chuva, chuva e muita chuva!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;S&amp;aacute;bado&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia agitado! Niver do amigo Carr&amp;eacute; e depois da minha sobrinha. Festa de crian&amp;ccedil;a &amp;eacute; sempre a mesma coisa, mesmas pessoas, as mesmas brincadeiras sem gra&amp;ccedil;a... Enfim, um saco! S&amp;oacute; valeu pq o meu amor estava do meu lado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.momentus.com.br/users/letras/cartoes/aniversario/aniversario01.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-92221144?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/92221144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/92221144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92221144' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-91993380</id><published>2003-04-04T14:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-04T14:38:24.246-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Segunda vai come&amp;ccedil;ar o meu curso da Oracle pra DBA. Isso mesmo, vou virar "Help desk de desenvolvedor" rs...&lt;br /&gt;To super empolgada, mas ao mesmo tempo com medo, o curso &amp;eacute; caro pra caramba. Vou estudar uma semana e pagar durante 4 meses... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, s&amp;oacute; espero que realmente valha a pena!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom Finde para vcs...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-91993380?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/91993380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/91993380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91993380' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-91718802</id><published>2003-03-31T14:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-02T10:27:51.060-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Droga! Droga! Droga!&lt;br /&gt;To com tendinite de novo!&lt;br /&gt;Bem, pelo menos dessa vez nao preciso fazer fisioterapia, q &amp;eacute; um saco!. S&amp;oacute; vai precisar se o rem&amp;eacute;dio nao adiantar, o que eu espero que adiante!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-91718802?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/91718802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/91718802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91718802' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-91429836</id><published>2003-03-26T16:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T16:52:54.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ihhhh, to em crise!!!&lt;br /&gt;To pensando seriamente em trancar a facul e ir fazer uns cursos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-91429836?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/91429836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/91429836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91429836' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-91353921</id><published>2003-03-25T13:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-25T13:51:50.780-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gente, quanto tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, como esse blog j&amp;aacute; virou uma mela&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o mesmo e hoje fa&amp;ccedil;o 1 m&amp;ecirc;s de namoro (num &amp;eacute; lindo???). Fiquei aqui pensando em escrever coisas rom&amp;acirc;nticas, mas a &amp;uacute;nica coisa que veio na minha cabe&amp;ccedil;a foi essa m&amp;uacute;sica que eu adoro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nothing's Gonna Change My Love For You&lt;br /&gt;by Glenn Medeiros&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had to live my life without you near me&lt;br /&gt;The days would all be empty&lt;br /&gt;The nights would seem so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with you I see forever oh so clearly&lt;br /&gt;I might have been in love before&lt;br /&gt;But it never felt this strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dreams are young and we both know&lt;br /&gt;They'll take us where we want to go&lt;br /&gt;Hold me now, touch me now&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to live without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my love for you&lt;br /&gt;You ought to know by now how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;One thing you can be sure of&lt;br /&gt;I'll never ask for more than your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my love for you&lt;br /&gt;You ought to know by now how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;You'll only change my whole life through&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my love for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the road ahead is not so easy&lt;br /&gt;Our love will lead a way for us&lt;br /&gt;Like a guiding star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you if you should need me&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to change a thing&lt;br /&gt;I love you just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come with me and share the view&lt;br /&gt;I'll help you see forever too&lt;br /&gt;Hold me now, touch me now&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to live without you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-91353921?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/91353921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/91353921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91353921' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-91066733</id><published>2003-03-20T13:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-20T13:45:43.373-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Super fofo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://charges.globo.com/bobagens/indigestao.jpg" height="250" border="0"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-91066733?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/91066733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/91066733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91066733' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-91057691</id><published>2003-03-20T10:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-20T10:55:53.576-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Vida&lt;br /&gt;By Fabio Jr&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelas ruas da cidade pessoas andam num vai e vem &lt;br /&gt;N&amp;atilde;o ve&amp;ecirc;m o cair da tarde v&amp;atilde;o nos seus passos como ref&amp;eacute;ns &lt;br /&gt;De uma vida sem sa&amp;iacute;da vida sem vida mal ou bem &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelos bancos desses parques, ningu&amp;eacute;m se toca sem perceber &lt;br /&gt;Que onde o sol se esconde, o horizonte tenta dizer &lt;br /&gt;Que h&amp;aacute; sempre um novo dia, a cada dia em cada ser &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&amp;atilde;o &amp;eacute; preciso uma verdade nova, uma aventura &lt;br /&gt;Pra encontrar nas luzes que se acendem um brilho eterno &lt;br /&gt;E dar as m&amp;atilde;os e dar de si al&amp;eacute;m do pr&amp;oacute;prio gesto &lt;br /&gt;E descobrir feliz que o amor esconde outro universo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelos becos, pelos bares pelos lugares que ningu&amp;eacute;m v&amp;ecirc; &lt;br /&gt;H&amp;aacute; sempre algu&amp;eacute;m querendo uma esperan&amp;ccedil;a, sobreviver &lt;br /&gt;Cada rosto &amp;eacute; um espelho de um desejo de ser de ter &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez quem sabe por essa cidade passe um anjo &lt;br /&gt;E por encanto abra suas asas sobre os homens &lt;br /&gt;E d&amp;ecirc; vontade de se dar aos outros sem medida &lt;br /&gt;Na qualidade de poder viver&lt;br /&gt;vida, vida...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-91057691?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/91057691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/91057691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91057691' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-91057284</id><published>2003-03-20T10:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-20T10:49:02.170-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;Eacute; pessoal, n&amp;atilde;o teve jeito... Come&amp;ccedil;ou essa guerra est&amp;uacute;pida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, s&amp;oacute; nos resta deixar um pedido de paz!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.educared.org.ar/cal_edu/imagenes/09_20paz/paz.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-91057284?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/91057284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/91057284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91057284' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-90990391</id><published>2003-03-19T11:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T11:01:59.936-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mundofox.com.br/index.html/nodeID/6EBF32A5-E469-4FAD-AC06-052EEDF700D1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.mundofox.com/images/mundo/banners/2003/2003_02/banner_2003_angel_s04_01_pt+xy_120x60.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra quem gosta de Angel, a nova temporada (Temporada 4) estreiou ontem e t&amp;aacute; o m&amp;aacute;ximo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Resumindo:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cordelia desapareceu, Wesley &amp;eacute; carta fora do baralho e Lorne se mandou para um show em Las Vegas, Angel conta apenas com Charles Gunn, um renegado ca&amp;ccedil;ador de vampiros, e Winifred Fred Burkle, que foi resgatada de uma outra dimens&amp;atilde;o e se tornou uma fiel amiga, al&amp;eacute;m de um prov&amp;aacute;vel novo amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-90990391?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/90990391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/90990391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90990391' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-90929979</id><published>2003-03-18T13:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T11:14:54.840-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="100%" cellspacing="20"&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td class="blogtext"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Droga! Tem 2 dias que nao para de chover aqui...&lt;br /&gt;T&amp;aacute; certo que chuva de vez &amp;eacute; quando &amp;eacute; boa, as plantinhas agradecem, mas 2 dias j&amp;aacute; &amp;eacute; demais n&amp;eacute;?! ;)&lt;br /&gt;Isso sem contar que a cidade fica toda alagada, vc nem pode sair de casa. A nao ser q vc tenha um bote!&lt;br /&gt;Se bem que pra namorar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.livrariaexotica.com.br/ha_na_chuva_beija_mj_mexedo.jpg" align="center" width="180" height="160" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-90929979?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/90929979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/90929979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90929979' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-90831812</id><published>2003-03-16T23:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-16T23:56:06.746-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Depois de um final de semana maravilhoso, s&amp;oacute; tenho uma coisa pra dizer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Meu bichinho, aonde vc andava que n&amp;atilde;o estava na minha vida antes heim?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;S&amp;oacute; Voc&amp;ecirc;&lt;br /&gt;by F&amp;aacute;bio J&amp;uacute;nior &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demorei muito pra te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu quero s&amp;oacute; voc&amp;ecirc;.&lt;br /&gt;Seu jeito todo especial de ser,&lt;br /&gt;Fico louco com voc&amp;ecirc;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te abra&amp;ccedil;o e sinto&lt;br /&gt;Coisas que n&amp;atilde;o sei dizer,&lt;br /&gt;S&amp;oacute; sinto com voc&amp;ecirc;.&lt;br /&gt;Meu pensamento voa&lt;br /&gt;De encontro ao teu,&lt;br /&gt;Ser&amp;aacute; que &amp;eacute; sonho meu??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava cansado de me preocupar,&lt;br /&gt;Tantas vezes eu dancei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tantas vezes que eu s&amp;oacute; fiquei,&lt;br /&gt;Chorei, chorei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu quero &lt;br /&gt;Ir fundo l&amp;aacute; na emo&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o,&lt;br /&gt;Mexer teu cora&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o,&lt;br /&gt;Salta comigo alto,&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo v&amp;ecirc;&lt;br /&gt;Que eu quero s&amp;oacute; voc&amp;ecirc;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-90831812?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/90831812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/90831812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90831812' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-90591734</id><published>2003-03-12T12:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T12:56:22.496-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi all,&lt;br /&gt;Meu blog tá de cara nova, vcs devem ter reparado... Ele num ficou fofo? ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-90591734?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/90591734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/90591734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90591734' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-90459437</id><published>2003-03-10T12:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-10T16:33:20.750-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Existe coisa melhor do que ser acordada com um "Bom Dia"?????&lt;br /&gt;Hummm, na verdade existe sim, mas isso &amp;eacute; outra hist&amp;oacute;ria... rs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz! Feliz! Feliz!&lt;br /&gt;E triste por estar morrendo de saudades... E ainda &amp;eacute; segunda-feira!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-90459437?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/90459437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/90459437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90459437' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-90457593</id><published>2003-03-10T11:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T11:16:32.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Resumo do final de semana:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S&amp;aacute;bado:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="80%" cellspacing="5"&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="blogtext"&gt;cinema...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cinemark.com.br/filmes/284/photo1.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td class="blogtext"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caramba! Algu&amp;eacute;m pode me contar de que se trata o filme? Eu nao entendi nada! Absolutamente nada!&lt;br /&gt;Quase sai do meio do filme e fui pra casa. Um lixo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domingo:&lt;br /&gt;Como &amp;eacute; gostoso acordar ganhando milhares de beijos... A tarde invadimos a casa do amigo Tom Tom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, nem preciso dizer q fiquei o tempo todo com o meu amor, n&amp;eacute;?&lt;br /&gt;Pena que final de semana passa muito r&amp;aacute;pido... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-90457593?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/90457593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/90457593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90457593' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-90318176</id><published>2003-03-07T17:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-07T17:04:37.546-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Olha o q eu achei navegando na internet... Algu&amp;eacute;m lembra disso?&lt;br /&gt;Eu era bem baby qd eles faziam sucesso, mas eu cheguei a gostar deles. rs... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho q to ficando mesmo louca! ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.boysnotband.hpg.ig.com.br/menudo.jpg" alt="Menudos" width="220" height="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-90318176?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/90318176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/90318176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90318176' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-90300293</id><published>2003-03-07T11:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-07T11:10:59.606-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nossa, essa m&amp;uacute;sica &amp;eacute; muito boa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;By Bon Jovi &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I? Could I?&lt;br /&gt;Have said the wrong things right a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;If I could just rewind, I see it in my mind&lt;br /&gt;If I could turn back time, you'd still be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cried, I died&lt;br /&gt;I should have shut my mouth, things headed south&lt;br /&gt;As the words slipped off my tongue, they sounded dumb&lt;br /&gt;If this old heart could talk, it'd say you're the one&lt;br /&gt;I'm wasting time when I think about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have drove all night, I would have run all the lights&lt;br /&gt;I was misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled like my words, Did the best I could&lt;br /&gt;Damn, misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could I? Should I?&lt;br /&gt;Apologize for sleeping on the couch that night&lt;br /&gt;Staying out too late with all my friends&lt;br /&gt;You found me passed out in the yard again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cried, I tried&lt;br /&gt;To stretch the truth, but didn't lie&lt;br /&gt;It's not so bad when you think about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intentions good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's you and I, just think about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have drove all night&lt;br /&gt;I would have run all the lights&lt;br /&gt;I was misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled like my words, did the best I could&lt;br /&gt;I 'm hanging outside your door&lt;br /&gt;I've been here before&lt;br /&gt;Misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled like my words, did the best I could&lt;br /&gt;Damn, misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;Intentions good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-90300293?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/90300293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/90300293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90300293' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-90241321</id><published>2003-03-06T12:23:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-06T12:37:18.123-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Domingo:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui viajar com o meu bichinho. Conheci a fam&amp;iacute;lia dele toda. Nossa, nunca fiquei t&amp;atilde;o nervosa pra conhecer algu&amp;eacute;m, n&amp;atilde;o conseguia parar de pensar: "Ser&amp;aacute; q a m&amp;atilde;e dele vai gostar de mim?". Acho q fiquei um pouco traumatizada com o meu &amp;uacute;ltimo namorado. Lembro q qd fui apresentada pra m&amp;atilde;e dele, ela me olhou de longe como quem pensa: "Essa q &amp;eacute; a namorada dele? N&amp;atilde;o acredito! Meu filho pirou", falou um simples oi e foi logo mudando de assunto com o filho. Depois &amp;eacute; q fui entender a rea&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o dela. Antes de me conhecer ela j&amp;aacute; me odiava e conhecendo ent&amp;atilde;o n&amp;atilde;o podia ser diferente. Bem, ela devia ser louca mesmo, e pensar q eu nem tinha culpa... Tudo pq qd eu conheci meu ex, ele tinha acabado de terminar o noivado dele e a louca da m&amp;atilde;e dele achava q eu era a culpada. Q foi por causa de mim q ele terminou com a outra. Mas como eu podia ter culpa se eu nem conhecia ele? E o pior, s&amp;oacute; fui saber dessa hist&amp;oacute;ria muito tempo depois... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, eu estava nervosa mas acho q me sai bem. Conheci m&amp;atilde;e, pai, irm&amp;atilde;o, "cunhada", tia e namorado, av&amp;oacute;, amigo "Ca&amp;eacute;" (menino, apesar de vc trocar o meu nome de 5 em 5 minutos, vc &amp;eacute; muito legal!). Ufa! E tudo de uma vez s&amp;oacute;! &lt;br /&gt;O importante foi que todo mundo me tratou super bem. E se a m&amp;atilde;e dele gostou de mim eu n&amp;atilde;o sei, pelo menos fala comigo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-90241321?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/90241321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/90241321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90241321' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-90241354</id><published>2003-03-06T12:23:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-06T12:23:59.950-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bem, como prometi, vamos as novidades...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sexta-feira:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noite maravilhosa ao lado do meu bichinho, com direito a "pedido oficial" pra ser a sua namorada. Nossa, num &amp;eacute; lindo? Me senti a pessoa mais feliz do mundo. Ningu&amp;eacute;m nunca tinha me perguntado isso, e eu sempre esperei ouvir isso de algu&amp;eacute;m. E foi perfeito, pq foi numa hora q eu n&amp;atilde;o esperava. &lt;b&gt;ADORO surpresas&lt;/b&gt;. Sempre desejei encontrar uma pessoa como ele, carinhosa, grudenta, inteligente, fofo, enfim, melhor parar por aqui n&amp;eacute;? ;)&lt;br /&gt;S&amp;oacute; espero q ele continue assim, inventando surpresas a cada dia...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-90241354?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/90241354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/90241354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90241354' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-90241342</id><published>2003-03-06T12:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-06T12:23:48.060-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;S&amp;aacute;bado:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cineminha. Fomos ver &lt;b&gt;Navio Fantasma&lt;/b&gt;. O filme &amp;eacute; mais ou menos, achei muito nojento. Fica aparecendo as pessoas morrendo cortando cabe&amp;ccedil;a, pedacinhos de estomago pra tudo q &amp;eacute; lado. Hummm, &amp;eacute;ca, &amp;eacute;ca, &amp;eacute;ca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ghostshipmovie.warnerbros.com/images/ship.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ghostshipmovie.warnerbros.com/images/ship.jpg" width="180" height="200" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-90241342?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/90241342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/90241342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90241342' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-90240716</id><published>2003-03-06T12:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-06T12:37:47.246-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Segunda e Ter&amp;ccedil;a&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hummmm... Como &amp;eacute; bom dormir juntinho e acordar com milhares de beijos... Falando em milhares de beijos, meu carnaval foi assim, sol, praia, piscina e muito, muito, mas muito beijos mesmo! Agora somos o casal &lt;b&gt;BPS - Beijos por Segundo.&lt;/b&gt; rs... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quarta&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depress&amp;atilde;o! Hora de voltar pra casa, voltar pra realidade, voltar a trabalhar, faculdade, e voltar a ficar longe do meu amor... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-90240716?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/90240716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/90240716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90240716' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-90235945</id><published>2003-03-06T10:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-06T10:24:18.670-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Depois de um carnaval MARAVILHOSO, minha quinta-feira mal come&amp;ccedil;ou e est&amp;aacute; uma droga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra come&amp;ccedil;ar, to doente, resfriado (acho). Sabia q isso ia acontecer, ando sentindo um sono muito grande, dormindo super cedo e acordando muito tarde... Dor de cabe&amp;ccedil;a...  Acordar hj foi terr&amp;iacute;vel, eu j&amp;aacute; nem dormi direito pq morri de saudades do meu bichinho do meu lado e to p pq tinha q vir trabalhar. Saco! Mas tudo bem. Enrolei, enrolei, acordei e vim. Chegando no metro, qd fui passar para a linha 1, s&amp;oacute; vejo todo mundo correndo, e escuto o aviso: "Esta esta&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o est&amp;aacute; sendo evacuada." N&amp;atilde;o entendi nada, e pensei, deve ter tido alguma confus&amp;atilde;o, algu&amp;eacute;m brigando, algo assim. Como conhe&amp;ccedil;o o metro, sabia q ia voltar a funcionar. Fiquei esperando e acabei "descobrindo" q a confus&amp;atilde;o foi pq algu&amp;eacute;m caiu, ou se jogou, sei l&amp;aacute;, na linha. N&amp;atilde;o deu pra ver o corpo, mas vi um guardinha com um tamanco na m&amp;atilde;o, outro com uma caixinha embrulhada num saco preto, e outros na linha lavando. SINISTRO! Fiquei completamente apavorada. &amp;Eacute; uma coisa muito ruim, imaginar como a pessoa morreu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossa, to at&amp;eacute; sem vontade de escrever as novidades do carnaval. Mais tarde qd j&amp;aacute; tiver melhor eu conto. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo q eu queria agora, era um colo e muito, muito, muito carinho...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-90235945?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/90235945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/90235945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90235945' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-89901311</id><published>2003-02-28T11:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-28T11:19:25.623-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Carnaval&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda &amp;eacute; sexta-feira, mas desde ontem a cidade j&amp;aacute; estava um inferno por causa do carnaval. Voc&amp;ecirc; n&amp;atilde;o escuta outra coisa a n&amp;atilde;o ser aquela famosa pergunta: "O que vc vai fazer no carnaval?" Chega a ser estressante... Ainda mais pra mim que n&amp;atilde;o gosto de multid&amp;atilde;o e ainda n&amp;atilde;o decidi se vou viajar ou n&amp;atilde;o... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas como vc &amp;eacute; obrigado a "respirar" carnaval, descobri essa mat&amp;eacute;ria na internet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nem fantasia, nem todo-dia; a hora &amp;eacute; de uma roupinha mais atrevida, mais desencanada, mais sexy, mas que deixe voc&amp;ecirc; livre para dan&amp;ccedil;ar, pular e ficar horas de p&amp;eacute; sem passar aperto ou calor. E linda, &amp;eacute; claro."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chic.com.br/emalta/emalta_mat_4277_1.asp#" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.chic.com.br/emalta/emalta_mat_4277_1.asp#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A surpresa foi ver a foto (abaixo). Fala s&amp;eacute;rio, ser&amp;aacute; que algu&amp;eacute;m acha q vestindo isso vai ficar linda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.chic.com.br/fotos/76887_menor.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-89901311?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/89901311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/89901311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89901311' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-89854697</id><published>2003-02-27T16:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-27T16:38:28.606-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Depois de ter chutado completamente o balde, ter ido almo&amp;ccedil;ar com um amigo e demorar 2h, ficar enrolando, enrolando... Acabei de ter a certeza de que estou completamente louca!!! T&amp;ocirc; ouvindo Sandy &amp; J&amp;uacute;nior. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algu&amp;eacute;m tem uma camisa de for&amp;ccedil;a ai? rs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When You Need Somebody &lt;br /&gt;by Sandy &amp; Junior&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There&amp;rsquo;s a cloud hanging over me&lt;br /&gt;But I&amp;rsquo;m not gonna let it bring me down&lt;br /&gt;To be true, true to you, I&amp;rsquo;ve had better days&lt;br /&gt;But I&amp;rsquo;ll hold my head up high anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever times are hard you&amp;rsquo;re there for me&lt;br /&gt;And I&amp;rsquo;ve been there too many times&lt;br /&gt;If there&amp;rsquo;s someone I can count on, yeah&lt;br /&gt;That someone is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you need somebody to hold you&lt;br /&gt;When you need somebody to care&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;rsquo;m the one, I&amp;rsquo;ll always be&lt;br /&gt;By your side eternally&lt;br /&gt;When the world is folding around you&lt;br /&gt;When you feel like no-one is there&lt;br /&gt;Love is never wrong, forever on and on&lt;br /&gt;And carries us along&lt;br /&gt;When you need someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every second, every day gone by&lt;br /&gt;If you feel you&amp;rsquo;re losing time&lt;br /&gt;Take a listen to your heart now, please don&amp;rsquo;t fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Cause you&amp;rsquo;re never alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever times are hard you&amp;rsquo;re there for me&lt;br /&gt;And I&amp;rsquo;ve been there too many times&lt;br /&gt;If there&amp;rsquo;s someone I can count on, yeah&lt;br /&gt;That someone is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you need, need somebody&lt;br /&gt;Need a hand, a hand to guide you&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;rsquo;ll be there waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;(I&amp;rsquo;ll be waiting for you)&lt;br /&gt;When the world folds around you&lt;br /&gt;Turn around I&amp;rsquo;m right behind you&lt;br /&gt;And together we&amp;rsquo;ll get by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-89854697?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/89854697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/89854697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89854697' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-89774115</id><published>2003-02-26T10:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-26T10:42:47.466-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry people, a HaloScan t&amp;aacute; de "greve" de novo! Oh saco! Nunca vi um site pra ficar t&amp;atilde;o fora do ar como esse. To pensando em trocar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto isso, tenham paci&amp;ecirc;ncia que j&amp;aacute; j&amp;aacute; funciona e vcs podem comentar de novo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-89774115?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/89774115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/89774115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89774115' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-89773546</id><published>2003-02-26T10:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-26T10:41:24.326-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pra quem estava com medo de ser feliz, to me saindo muito bem.&lt;br /&gt;N&amp;atilde;o &amp;eacute; que vale a pena arriscar!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&amp;ocirc; muito feliz, feliz, feliz, felizzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-89773546?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/89773546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/89773546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89773546' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-89709457</id><published>2003-02-25T10:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-25T10:32:11.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Caramba, o carnaval &amp;eacute; s&amp;oacute; semana que vem, mas aqui no trabalho (centro) j&amp;aacute; tem uns malucos com carro de som tocando um infeliz samba!!! Saco! Saco! Saco! E olha que hoje ainda &amp;eacute; ter&amp;ccedil;a-feira. Imagina quinta/sexta? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser&amp;aacute; que eu sou a &amp;uacute;nica pessoa do mundo que ODEIA Carnaval??? Aquela confus&amp;atilde;o toda, gente suada encostando em vc, tumulto, engarrafamentos intermin&amp;aacute;veis (vai pra regi&amp;atilde;o dos lagos pra vc ver), b&amp;ecirc;bados te cantando, fora que se vc &amp;eacute; mulher e t&amp;aacute; solteira, j&amp;aacute; era! Pode ter certeza de que se vc n&amp;atilde;o sair com uma turma grande, vai ser agarrada. Nossa! S&amp;oacute; de pensar j&amp;aacute; fico estressada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carnaval pra mim &amp;eacute; uma &amp;eacute;poca pra vc fugir do stress do trabalho, da cidade e relaxar.  Esse ano eu me recusei a viajar pra qq lugar q tenha multid&amp;atilde;o. Devo ficar no RJ "acampada" dentro de casa vendo filmes, isso se meu bichinho concordar. Ele ainda n&amp;atilde;o se decidiu se fica ou viaja. Mas eu j&amp;aacute; tenho tudo planejado, se ele ficar l&amp;oacute;gico que eu tb fico, se ele for viajar, vou pra Paty (ouviu Dri? Pode "reservando" a casa ai pra mim :) ). Mas, vcs devem estar se perguntando: "pq vcs n&amp;atilde;o viajam juntos?". Bem, a resposta &amp;eacute;: Ainda t&amp;aacute; muito cedo pra isso, temos que ir com calma, muita calma. N&amp;atilde;o quero precion&amp;aacute;-lo e muito menos me sentir precionada. Ent&amp;atilde;o, tem que acontecer no seu tempo para que d&amp;ecirc; certo.  ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-89709457?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/89709457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/89709457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89709457' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-89641635</id><published>2003-02-24T10:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-24T10:49:49.356-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Meu final de semana foi maravilhoso! Passei o s&amp;aacute;bado e domingo todo "agarradinha" com o meu bichinho... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, algu&amp;eacute;m j&amp;aacute; teve medo de ser feliz???&lt;br /&gt;&amp;Eacute; loucura isso, eu sei, mas fazer o q? Eu tenho medo de ser feliz!!!  As coisas est&amp;atilde;o dando t&amp;atilde;o certo que eu tenho medo de estar sonhando, sei l&amp;aacute;. Eu devia deixar de ser boba, parar de pensar nessas coisas, e simplismente ser feliz, mas nao! Eu to me sentindo radiante e ao mesmo tempo apavorada!  Eu devia deixar esse sentimento dentro de mim surgir, mas nao posso! E se eu me apaixonar realmente??? A verdade &amp;eacute; q ontem conversamos muito e decidi deixar rolar. Vamos aproveitar cada momento, e se eu tiver q ser feliz, q seja!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai, ainda &amp;eacute; segunda!!! Como o tempo demora a passar... J&amp;aacute; to morrendo de saudades!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-89641635?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/89641635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/89641635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89641635' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-89581968</id><published>2003-02-23T01:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-23T01:28:45.916-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Ai de mim que sou inconstante como a lua... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inconstante como a lua??? Isso me fez lembrar de um trecho de Romeu e Julieta de Shakespeare (nem preciso dizer que é meu autor favorito, né?!), em que Romeu sente necessidade de jurar seu amor a um elemento da natureza, escolhendo assim a lua. Julieta, por ser racional, discorda dizendo que a lua é inconstante, diferente de seu amor infinito e portanto pede que jure por si mesmo, personagem do amor no qual ela acredita. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segue o trecho do livro:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Romeu: Eu juro, pela lua abençoada, que banha em prata as copas do pomar...&lt;br /&gt;Julieta: Não jure pela lua, que é inconstante, e muda, todo o mês, em sua órbita. Pro seu amor não ser também instável&lt;br /&gt;Romeu: Por que devo jurar? &lt;br /&gt;Julieta: Não jure nunca. Ou, se o fizer, jure só por si mesmo. Único deus de minha idolatria. Que eu acredito. &lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num é lindo???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-89581968?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/89581968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/89581968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89581968' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-89378955</id><published>2003-02-19T14:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-19T14:54:39.646-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Pensamento do Dia &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vers&amp;atilde;o Masculina&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;Eacute; melhor ser feio como o Belo e comer a Viviane Ara&amp;uacute;jo do que ser bonito como o Gianechinni e comer a Marilia Gabriela...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vers&amp;atilde;o Feminina&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De que adianta ser bonita e s&amp;oacute; dar para o Belo?!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;Eacute; melhor ter a cara da Mar&amp;iacute;lia Gabriela e dar para o Gianechini.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-89378955?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/89378955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/89378955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89378955' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-89368971</id><published>2003-02-19T10:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-19T10:52:21.430-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finalmente terminei de ler &lt;b&gt; A Tempestade do Shakespeare &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostei. Foi o primeiro livro dele que li, que n&amp;atilde;o morre ningu&amp;eacute;m! rs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem novidades, apenas "suspirando" cada vez mais, e morrendo de vontade que o tempo passe logo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-89368971?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/89368971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/89368971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89368971' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-89246475</id><published>2003-02-17T13:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-23T01:27:36.133-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nossa! As vezes eu me assusto comigo mesma. Eu me apaixono e desapaixono com uma facilidade... &amp;Eacute; como se eu dormisse e qd acordasse fosse uma pessoa totalmente diferente da que fui ontem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, depois do final de semana MARAVILHOSO, na companhia de pessoas que eu adoro, percebi que n&amp;atilde;o quero mais o Little. Ele &amp;eacute; muito complicado e de complicado j&amp;aacute; basta eu. Na verdade acho que j&amp;aacute; tinha desistido a muito tempo, s&amp;oacute; estava naquele fogo de que teria que t&amp;ecirc;-lo de qq maneira. Sei q ficar&amp;iacute;amos juntos uma vez e nada mais aconteceria, somos muito diferentes, temos objetivos diferentes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, conheci um carinha muito legal, super fofo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-89246475?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/89246475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/89246475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89246475' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-89216983</id><published>2003-02-17T00:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-23T00:35:55.576-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nossa, nunca fiquei tanto tempo sem escrever aqui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas vamos ao resumo:&lt;br /&gt;As aulas na facul t&amp;atilde;o um saco! Matei aula na sexta e no s&amp;aacute;bado, pra ficar conversando com o pessoal. Droga! Quem foi o infeliz q disse q iria dar certo eu ter aula no s&amp;aacute;bado as 7AM? rs...&lt;br /&gt;O final de semana foi maravilhoso! Vi um monte de filmes com o pessoal da facul... BTW, cai na besteira de ver &lt;b&gt; Vanilla Sky&lt;/b&gt;. Algu&amp;eacute;m poderia me explicar o filme? Q loucura! N&amp;atilde;o entendi nada!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-89216983?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/89216983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/89216983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89216983' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-88968672</id><published>2003-02-12T09:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-12T09:28:24.050-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>J&amp;aacute; tinha lido isso num outro blog e achei o m&amp;aacute;ximo! Ai, hj recebi esse texto de novo por email. Bem, resolvi colocar aqui, pois &amp;eacute; muuuuito maneiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A vida seria bem melhor assim....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A coisa mais injusta sobre a vida &amp;eacute; a maneira como ela termina. Eu acho que o verdadeiro ciclo da vida est&amp;aacute; todo de tr&amp;aacute;s para frente.&lt;br /&gt;N&amp;oacute;s dever&amp;iacute;amos morrer primeiro, nos livrar logo disso.&lt;br /&gt;Da&amp;iacute; viver no asilo, at&amp;eacute; ser chutado para fora de l&amp;aacute; por estar muito novo.&lt;br /&gt;Ganhar um rel&amp;oacute;gio de ouro e ir trabalhar.&lt;br /&gt;Ent&amp;atilde;o voc&amp;ecirc; trabalha 40 anos at&amp;eacute; ficar novo o bastante para poder aproveitar sua aposentadoria.&lt;br /&gt;A&amp;iacute; voc&amp;ecirc; curte tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Bebe bastante &amp;aacute;lcool, faz festas e se prepara para a faculdade.&lt;br /&gt;Voc&amp;ecirc; vai para o col&amp;eacute;gio, tem v&amp;aacute;rias namoradas, vira crian&amp;ccedil;a, n&amp;atilde;o tem nenhuma responsabilidade, se torna um bebezinho de colo, volta para o &amp;uacute;tero da m&amp;atilde;e, passa seus &amp;uacute;ltimos nove meses de vida flutuando...&lt;br /&gt;E termina tudo com um &amp;oacute;timo orgasmo!!!&lt;br /&gt;N&amp;atilde;o seria perfeito?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles Chaplin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-88968672?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/88968672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/88968672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88968672' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-88907527</id><published>2003-02-11T09:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-11T09:38:35.433-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finalmente decidi meu hor&amp;aacute;rio da facul. Depois de ficar paran&amp;oacute;ica, acreditam que sonhei com isso, acordei de madrugada e n&amp;atilde;o consegui mais dormir. Fiquei pensando: "Fa&amp;ccedil;o f&amp;iacute;sica ou DB2? Fa&amp;ccedil;o IA ou deixo ter&amp;ccedil;a sem nada? Ou melhor ainda, deixo tudo como est&amp;aacute;? Mas o problema &amp;eacute; que preciso melhorar o meu CR 7,9 &amp;eacute; muito baixo e se eu deixar todas essas mat&amp;eacute;rias sinistras juntas eu vou pirar e nem vou ter tempo de estudar..."  E por ai foi o meu pensamento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assisti a aula de f&amp;iacute;sica ontem, e percebi que n&amp;atilde;o vai ser complicado, &amp;eacute; s&amp;oacute; estudar um pouquinho que d&amp;aacute; pra levar. Intelig&amp;ecirc;ncia Artificial eu vou tirar mesmo, &amp;eacute; muito avan&amp;ccedil;ado e eu ainda nem aprendi C. Ia ter que estudar muito e n&amp;atilde;o vou ter tempo pra isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, se eu n&amp;atilde;o mudar de id&amp;eacute;ia at&amp;eacute; o final da semana (prazo final para altera&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o), vai ser isso mesmo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-88907527?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/88907527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/88907527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88907527' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-88848515</id><published>2003-02-10T10:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-11T09:10:34.713-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nossa, ontem fui ver &lt;b&gt;Femme Fatale&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O filme &amp;eacute; muito louco, qual foi a mente doentia que escreveu aquilo? Nem preciso dizer que os meninos adoraram o filme, por causa das cenas de nudez da bela Rebecca Romijn-Stamos (que trabalhava no seriado Party of Five) mas fala s&amp;eacute;rio, pra mim nem valeu nem pelo Antonio Bandeiras (que no filme est&amp;aacute; muito GAY)! O filme &amp;eacute; sem p&amp;eacute; nem cabe&amp;ccedil;a do inicio ao fim! Quando vc pensa que terminou, ahhh, &amp;eacute; apenas o come&amp;ccedil;o! Realmente n&amp;atilde;o aconselho pra ningu&amp;eacute;m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, tirando o filme trash, o final de semana foi &lt;b&gt;MARAVILHOSO&lt;/b&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;To apaixonada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Ainda n&amp;atilde;o decidi meu hor&amp;aacute;rio da facul...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-88848515?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/88848515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/88848515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88848515' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-88704587</id><published>2003-02-07T10:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-07T10:57:55.483-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>N&amp;atilde;o consigo me decidir, j&amp;aacute; alterei meu hor&amp;aacute;rio da facul milhares de vezes, e hj vou tentar alterar de novo. Eheheh, daqui a pouco o pessoal da coordena&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o vai me matar...  ;)&lt;br /&gt;Mas que eu posso fazer se sou super indecisa e mudo de opni&amp;atilde;o toda hora?!?!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-88704587?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/88704587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/88704587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88704587' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-88652678</id><published>2003-02-06T12:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-06T13:02:01.843-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pls, n&amp;atilde;o me chamem mais pra churrasco! To virando vegetariana!&lt;br /&gt;Rs... Eu num to louca! num to louca nao! &amp;Eacute; q saiu o resultado (parcial) do meus exames de alergia. Eu tenho alergia a carne de boi. Isso mesmo, a carne e como eu nao como aves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A facul t&amp;aacute; legal, essa semana to indo mesmo s&amp;oacute; pra conversar com o pessoal, pq aula q &amp;eacute; bom n&amp;atilde;o tem. S&amp;oacute; to com saudades do meu little...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-88652678?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/88652678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/88652678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88652678' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-88481735</id><published>2003-02-03T14:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-07T10:54:31.010-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To toda "furada"... Bem, deixa eu explicar...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui fazer uns testes de alergia hoje, tive que tirar sangue, e receber 7 picadas de agulhas com subst&amp;acirc;ncias diferentes no braco. Ai ai ai ai!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mas nao achei essa a pior parte n&amp;atilde;o, j&amp;aacute; que to "acostumada" por causa da mesoterapia, o pior &amp;eacute; uma faixa de esparadrapo enorme que tive que colocar no bra&amp;ccedil;o, com um monte de subst&amp;acirc;ncias e n&amp;atilde;o posso tirar, s&amp;oacute; na quarta-feira! Essa &amp;eacute; a pior parte, t&amp;ocirc; t&amp;atilde;o bonitinha!!!!  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje ainda come&amp;ccedil;am as minhas aulas na facul. O legal &amp;eacute; que vou poder rever o meu little boy... A gente se afastou muito, n&amp;atilde;o sei se foi por causa das f&amp;eacute;rias, ou se foi o destino mesmo, ou talvez incompatibilidades tipo: Eu sou muito ansiosa, quero que as coisas aconte&amp;ccedil;am imediatamente, gosto de cair de cabe&amp;ccedil;a, mesmo que s&amp;oacute; dure alguns minutos e ele j&amp;aacute; &amp;eacute; o contr&amp;aacute;rio, j&amp;aacute; pensa 50mil vezes antes, quer ir com muita calma. E o que acaba acontecendo, eu fico irritada pelas coisas andarem muito devagar e acabo fazendo press&amp;atilde;o e ele se frusta por isso, ou ent&amp;atilde;o ele num t&amp;aacute; a fim e fica enrolando. Bem, o que tiver que ser ser&amp;aacute;!  Ahhh, to evitando escrever muito, eu devia estar ficando muito chata, ningu&amp;eacute;m mais comenta isso aqui!!!  &lt;br /&gt;snif, snif, snif :*(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-88481735?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/88481735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/88481735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88481735' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-88359825</id><published>2003-02-01T00:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-01T00:20:36.656-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ando um pouco atolada e sem saco pra escrever, mas l&amp;aacute; vai o resumo de hoje:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Niver de uma amiga&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comemora&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o num rodizio de pizza, super maneiro, conheci v&amp;aacute;rias pessoas super legais! Acho que ela adorou tb.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de muita zoa&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o, n&amp;atilde;o &amp;eacute; que soltaram:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"N&amp;atilde;o coma atum!!!  Ajude a preservar os golfinhos!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epa! Pera&amp;iacute;?! Que tem haver golfinho com atum???  &amp;Eacute; pq segundo a aniversariante, atum &amp;eacute; carne de golfinho! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hammmmmmmmm, Bem, essa vai ficar pra hist&amp;oacute;ria e n&amp;atilde;o podia ficar fora do blog!&lt;br /&gt;Brincadeirinha amiga!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pra quem tamb&amp;eacute;m n&amp;atilde;o sabe a diferen&amp;ccedil;a:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="55%"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.fishing-in-rio.com/images/peixes/atum_am.jpg" border="0" width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Atum&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="45%"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.pamzinha.hpg.com.br/figuras/Golfinho.jpg" border="0" width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Golfinho&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-88359825?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/88359825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/88359825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88359825' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-88219407</id><published>2003-01-29T15:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-30T15:12:51.773-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vi essa foto e não pude deixar de postar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Frodo has failed...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://album.br.inter.net/links/427771/402/Frodo%20has%20failed.jpg" align="center" border="0" width=400&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One ring to rule them all, One ring to find them. One ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them." &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-88219407?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/88219407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/88219407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88219407' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-88165801</id><published>2003-01-28T14:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-28T14:55:21.676-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dicionário Português-Mulherês&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aliança o.i.e. 1. Garantia financeira.&lt;br /&gt;amante f.m.a. 1. Homem que faz tudo aquilo que o marido nunca faz.&lt;br /&gt;amor impossível m.l.h. 1. Um pretendente pobre.&lt;br /&gt;batom e.s.q. 1. Poderosa arma feminina que deixa marcas fatais.&lt;br /&gt;bolsa s.t.a. 1. Membro essencial no funcionamento do corpo feminino.&lt;br /&gt;cansaço s.o.s. 1. Vontade de ficar sozinha.&lt;br /&gt;carteira s.v.e. 1. Principal órgão masculino.&lt;br /&gt;certeza p.t.p. 1. Quase certeza.&lt;br /&gt;confiança m.s.m. 1. Ação incompatível com os homens.&lt;br /&gt;dor de cabeça c.e.x. 1. Falta de vontade.&lt;br /&gt;extravasar d.a.r. 1. Galinhar.&lt;br /&gt;falta de atenção e.l.a. 1. Falta de presentes.&lt;br /&gt;fracasso e.h. 1. Perder um homem pra uma mulher mais magra.&lt;br /&gt;gravidez a.m.r. 1. Investimento a longo prazo.&lt;br /&gt;minutos m.h.a. 1. Horas. Principalmente antes de sair.&lt;br /&gt;maquiagem g.t. 1. Realce da beleza natural e disfarce de feiúra original.&lt;br /&gt;meia-calça i.n.a. 1. Camada de acabamento das pernas.&lt;br /&gt;namorado e.u.a. 1. Desculpa usada para despistar homens indesejados.&lt;br /&gt;nunca m.o.a. 1. Por enquanto não...&lt;br /&gt;pílula r.n.t. 1. Medicamento usado no momento certo e suspendido no momento oportuno.&lt;br /&gt;problemas conjugais w.t.c. 1. Ausência de orgasmo.&lt;br /&gt;satisfação b.l.d. 1. Verbete desconhecido no dicionário feminino.&lt;br /&gt;seios t.r.r. 1. Sinônimo de maçaneta, pois também abrem muitas portas.&lt;br /&gt;talvez p.r.r. 1. Sim.&lt;br /&gt;terapia de grupo c.p.q. 1. Shopping com as amigas.&lt;br /&gt;valorização f.i.m. 1. Flores no dia seguinte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-88165801?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/88165801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/88165801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88165801' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-88050917</id><published>2003-01-26T13:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-26T14:01:03.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Resolvi colocar uma foto minha "loira" (por acidente) para os curiosos...&lt;br /&gt;UFA! Mas j&amp;aacute; estou voltando a ser inteligente!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://br.photos.yahoo.com/bc/viviane_siqueira/vwp?.dir=/Minhas+fotos&amp;.dnm=Foto+2.gif&amp;.src=ph&amp;.view=t&amp;.hires=t"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://album.br.inter.net/links/427771/435/Picture%20041.gif" align="center" alt="Eu loira" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu "loira" e o c&amp;atilde;o da Drica!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-88050917?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/88050917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/88050917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88050917' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-88018157</id><published>2003-01-25T18:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-26T10:59:45.593-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dizem que uma vez &amp;eacute; acaso, da segunda &amp;eacute; coincid&amp;ecirc;ncia, da terceira, &amp;eacute; tem algo errado...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Primeira vez...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H&amp;aacute; um tempo atr&amp;aacute;s, eu estava conversando com um amigo e ele veio com uma proposta indecente: queria que eu fosse acampar com ele e a namorada. Bem, n&amp;atilde;o preciso nem explicar o que ele tinha em mente. Fiquei totalmente chocada na hora, chamei o cara de louco, e l&amp;oacute;gico que disse N&amp;Atilde;O, N&amp;Atilde;O, N&amp;Atilde;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Segunda/Terceira vez...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa semana, conversando com um ex amigo colorido, n&amp;atilde;o &amp;eacute; que ele me fez a mesma proposta! Qd a gente tava juntos, ele j&amp;aacute; tinha comentado que tinha essa vontade, mas sempre recusei.  Confesso, que dessa vez eu n&amp;atilde;o fiquei chocada, n&amp;atilde;o sei descrever o que senti, achei estranho pq ele sabia que eu iria recusar, ainda mais sendo com a atual namorada dele que foi o porqu&amp;ecirc; de eu ter preferido voltar a ser somente amiga dele... Mas mesmo depois de ter negado, o cara n&amp;atilde;o para de insistir! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pooo, j&amp;aacute; falei: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinceramente n&amp;atilde;o sei por que me fazem esse tipo de proposta!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-88018157?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/88018157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/88018157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88018157' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-87903298</id><published>2003-01-23T12:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-23T12:54:57.360-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nunca pensei q fosse gostar tanto de trabalhar no Centro... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem almocei com um amigo colorido em Botafogo, com a vista maravilhosa do PAX, e ainda consegui ir e voltar rapidinho.  Lindinho o almoço estava perfeito, a companhia então... Nem preciso falar nada né?! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje almocei com umas amigas por aqui mesmo, milhares de opções, é até difícil de escolher onde se vai comer... Já vi q isso vai ser um problema pra mim! rs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o importante é que sai do fim do mundo e estou de volta a civilização!!! E o melhor é q finalmente estou conseguindo dar atenção e almoçar com os meus amigos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-87903298?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/87903298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/87903298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87903298' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-87837626</id><published>2003-01-22T09:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-25T18:48:15.643-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>J&amp;aacute; era, to viciada em The Sims!!!  N&amp;atilde;o consigo parar de jogar, jogar, jogar, mas ainda tenho muito que aprender, j&amp;aacute; que em 2 dias meu bonequinho j&amp;aacute; morreu 2 vezes e ainda matou 1 amigo (colocou fogo na casa)... Acho que preciso criar personagens mais "calmos"... Ehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra quem tamb&amp;eacute;m &amp;eacute; viciado, l&amp;aacute; vai dicas de sites legais:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tsba.kit.net/"&gt;http://www.tsba.kit.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.simsplus.com"&gt;http://www.simsplus.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valeu Drica!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-87837626?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/87837626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/87837626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87837626' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-87778369</id><published>2003-01-21T09:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-23T12:56:32.533-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ter&amp;ccedil;a-feira, e l&amp;aacute; se foi o feriad&amp;atilde;o...  Para resumir:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;S&amp;aacute;bado&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de muita enrola&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o, de vamos, num vamos, liga pra um, liga pra outro, espera, n&amp;atilde;o espera... Saiu o churrasco do IT, bem, muita gente furou, talvez por causa do lugar (era longe), talvez por causa do feriado (viajaram), mas o importante foi que finalmente tivemos nosso primeiro churrasco, o primeiro de uma s&amp;eacute;rie de outros... O churrasco foi legal, apesar do pessoal ter passado mais tempo dirigindo do que l&amp;aacute;, mas valeu a pena. Matar as saudades, rever pessoas que eu n&amp;atilde;o via a muito tempo, enfim, foi muito maneiro. Resolvi ficar por l&amp;aacute; e aproveitar o feriad&amp;atilde;o...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Domingo&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Muito sol, piscina, sol, piscina, at&amp;eacute; que resolveram vir embora, e como eu estava de carona nem pude falar muito. Fiquei p da vida, eu sempre me dou mal e n&amp;atilde;o aprendo a n&amp;atilde;o confiar nas pessoas. Mas tudo bem, fiz uma nova promessa de ano novo: &lt;b&gt;Vou parar com a palha&amp;ccedil;ada de n&amp;atilde;o dirigir!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabou que eu esqueci a minha carteira l&amp;aacute;! Agora eu vejo como se sente o pessoal que perde tudo ou &amp;eacute; roubado. Bem, eu to sem dindin, n&amp;atilde;o tenho cart&amp;atilde;o pra sacar, nem cheque, nem carteira de motorista, enfim, to ferrada! Bem, a carteira t&amp;aacute; vindo via Sedex, espero que chegue! To rezando, rezando, rezando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Segunda&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&amp;aacute; no RJ, fiquei jogando The Sims, &amp;eacute; muuuuuuito legal!!!!!!!!!  A noite fui ver 007, muita mentira, mas deu pra se divertir. Bem, a companhia era agrad&amp;aacute;vel, mas como eu ODEIO homem que n&amp;atilde;o sabe se vestir! Pooo, vc se arruma toda, faz uma super produ&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o, e quando ele chega, vc olha e pensa "n&amp;atilde;o acredito que ele vai assim do meu lado!!!!". Pra mim homem tinha que andar de terno e gravata pra não ter erro! E olha q ainda assim tem alguns q conseguem errar, mas ai mereciam a morte... Rs... Brincadeirinha. Ficamos s&amp;oacute; no cinema mesmo, porque eu tava "morrendo de vergonha" de estar ali com ele. Eu sei que tenho que parar com essas palha&amp;ccedil;adas, parar de me preocupar com que os outros pensam, mas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PS: &lt;/b&gt; Eu quero um carro igual ao do James Bond!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jamesbond.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smartlease.co.uk/images/Aston%20martin.jpg" width="350"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;James Bond 007: Aston Martin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-87778369?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/87778369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/87778369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87778369' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-87726589</id><published>2003-01-20T10:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-20T10:41:23.743-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.richarcher.co.uk/random/love1.gif" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-87726589?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/87726589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/87726589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87726589' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-87597401</id><published>2003-01-17T14:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-17T14:11:10.736-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sexta-feira, segunda é feriado... Hummm&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente mudamos o local do escritório... (Já posso cumprir a promessa de almoçar com todo mundo!)&lt;br /&gt;Sábado tem churrasco do "Suporte" na casa da Drica...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, eu não podia estar mais feliz hoje, na verdade podia, mas...  ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-87597401?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/87597401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/87597401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87597401' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-87450457</id><published>2003-01-14T23:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-14T23:26:30.773-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rematricula! Caramba, nunca pensei que fosse t&amp;atilde;o dif&amp;iacute;cil escolher que mat&amp;eacute;ria fazer! Depois de montar e desmontar mil vezes minha grade, ainda n&amp;atilde;o cheguei a conclus&amp;atilde;o nenhuma!&lt;br /&gt;GRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;Que saudades do tempo de col&amp;eacute;gio em que o hor&amp;aacute;rio j&amp;aacute; vinha pronto, vc n&amp;atilde;o tinha escolha, era aquilo ou aquilo! Pelo menos eu n&amp;atilde;o ficava indecisa, ansiosa, insegura, etc, etc, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hj tb t&amp;aacute; chovendo, sabe aquele tempo em que te convida a ficar na cama, de prefer&amp;ecirc;ncia com uma boa companhia? &amp;Eacute;, esse tempo me bate uma saudade, saudade do meu menino, tanto tempo que a gente n&amp;atilde;o se ve, quase n&amp;atilde;o temos nos falado, e agora ele t&amp;aacute; t&amp;atilde;o loooonge de mim... :(&lt;br /&gt;As vezes eu ainda paro e me pergunto como eu fui me interessar por algu&amp;eacute;m t&amp;atilde;o diferente de mim, n&amp;atilde;o diferente no modo de pensar, mas no de agir, ele &amp;eacute; totalmente o meu oposto! Vai ver q foi isso, a hist&amp;oacute;ria de que os opostos se atraem... Mas, enfim, isso n&amp;atilde;o importa mais! Eu prometi a mim mesma que n&amp;atilde;o ia ficar deixando de viver a minha vida por causa dele...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-87450457?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/87450457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/87450457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87450457' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-87416009</id><published>2003-01-14T10:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-14T10:37:35.073-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Agora sim!!!&lt;br /&gt;Depois de nao ter conseguido postar ontem, tava recebendo uma mensagem de falta de espaço, será que eu acabei com o espaço do Blogger? Btw, recriei o meu blog de testes no .br e tudo voltou a funcionar... Fala sério! Q doidera!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-87416009?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/87416009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/87416009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87416009' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-87320476</id><published>2003-01-12T19:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-12T19:06:13.520-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.ringfaq.com/img/legolas.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho q to apaixonada...  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-87320476?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/87320476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/87320476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87320476' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-87311175</id><published>2003-01-12T14:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-12T14:49:53.520-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Testes, testes, testes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bluedestiny.hpg.ig.com.br/quiz/quizgirls01.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bluedestiny.hpg.ig.com.br/quiz/sakura.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size=1&gt;Que tipo de garota voc&amp;ecirc; &amp;eacute;?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-87311175?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/87311175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/87311175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87311175' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-87279149</id><published>2003-01-11T19:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-11T19:29:54.780-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>N&amp;atilde;o preciso nem dizer que to P da vida hj! Muuuuuuuuuito p da vida!!!! Nem vou sair, vou ficar na internet at&amp;eacute; de madrugada, programa de NERD mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, isso tudo &amp;eacute; porque ningu&amp;eacute;m quer ir ao show do Kid Abelha e eu ODEIO ter que sair sozinha, prefiro ficar em casa mesmo! Se o meu gatinho n&amp;atilde;o estivesse viajando, eu ia fazer ele ir comigo na marra, mas... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Droga, droga, droga! Nessas horas eu queria ser uma daquelas pessoas que n&amp;atilde;o est&amp;atilde;o nem ai, se arrumam e saem sozinhas na boa, se divertem muito, conhecem pessoas legais, bla bla bla... Mas infelizmente eu sou totalmente o contr&amp;aacute;rio, sou totalmente dependente, eu tenho pavor de ter que almo&amp;ccedil;ar sozinha, imagina ir a um show?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-87279149?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/87279149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/87279149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87279149' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-87278034</id><published>2003-01-11T18:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-11T19:01:55.920-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finalmente!!! Ontem entrei para academia!&lt;br /&gt;Minha primeira aula foi um desastre total, imagina euzinha fazendo lambaer&amp;oacute;bica, dan&amp;ccedil;ando funk!!!! T&amp;iacute;mida do jeito que sou, toda sem coordena&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o...  Me fez lembrar do friend Araujo fazendo aulas de step... Lembra disso Drica???  LOL  &lt;br /&gt;Mas eu num ligo n&amp;atilde;o, tenho at&amp;eacute; o final do m&amp;ecirc;s para aprender pelo menos um passo!  Ainda bem que tem uma amiga minha pra pagar mico comigo.   :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-87278034?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/87278034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/87278034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87278034' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-87226266</id><published>2003-01-10T14:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-11T19:24:47.993-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>N&amp;Atilde;O &amp;eacute; poss&amp;iacute;vel que eu seja a &amp;uacute;nica pessoa desse mundo que goste do Kid Abelha!&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero ir no show!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;PLS, Algu&amp;eacute;m vai comigo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-87226266?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/87226266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/87226266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87226266' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-87173462</id><published>2003-01-09T14:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-09T14:35:32.330-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Anjos Distraídos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era uma vez um anjinho chamado Amorel muito distraído que recebeu uma incumbência de Deus: "Amorel, acabo de inventar os humanos, eles estão classificados como HOMEM e MULHER. Cada um tem seu par e já estão todos alinhados. Pegue este grupo de humanos e leve para que eles habitem a Terra."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amorel, ficou contente com tão nobre trabalho. O anjinho reuniu o grupo e ao virar uma esquina lá no céu, trombou com uma anjinha chamada Amanda. Eles deram um encontrão e todos os casais de humanos se misturaram. Amorel e Amanda ficaram desesperados e foram contar para Deus. "Vocês derrubaram, vocês juntarão!" falou Deus. Porém, parece que Deus se esqueceu que os anjinhos eram distraídos. Mas eles trabalharam incessantemente para que os casais originais se encontrassem. O trabalho é muito difícil e, por muitas vezes, eles juntam casais errados. Quando os humanos se mostram muito desesperados, os anjinhos unem dois desesperados, mas logo depois, percebem o engano e os separam. Por muitas vezes, esta separação é brusca, pois não há tempo a perder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E os anjinhos mandam um recado:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Se você é humano, queremos pedir desculpas pela nossa distração, pois errar não é só humano! Estamos trabalhando com empenho, porém, sempre contando com a ajuda de vocês. Não se desesperem mas também não se isolem, tentem mostrar realmente quem é cada um! À medida que cada um mostrar o que é de verdade, vai tornar o nosso trabalho mais fácil. Aproveitamos a oportunidade, para nos desculpar por tantas separações... Sabemos que elas geram transtornos, mas se nós o separamos de alguém, é por que em algum canto vimos alguém bem mais parecido com você e, por isso, precisamos isola-los para facilitar o encontro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-87173462?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/87173462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/87173462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87173462' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-87170005</id><published>2003-01-09T13:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-09T13:11:06.653-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Muita coisa para contar.... Engraçado como essas coisas inesperadas fazem a gente feliz...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava eu no Escritório novo, desesperada porque a minha companhia para almoçar tinha furado e pensando: "e agora? Vou ter que almoçar sozinha?!?!? Não acredito, que eu vou fazer? ODEIO almoçar sozinha!" Quando o meu celular toca. Era uma pessoa especial me convidando para almoçar... Como será que ele advinhou? ;) &lt;br /&gt;Mas, enfim, o importante foi que o almoço foi maravilhoso e a companhia então, nem se fala!  ADOREI!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-87170005?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/87170005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/87170005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87170005' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-87169662</id><published>2003-01-09T13:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-09T14:01:15.553-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ontem, finalmente, fui ver &lt;b&gt;O Senhor dos Anéis&lt;/b&gt;!!!!!.  O filme é muito bom, apesar de eu ter gostado muito mais do primeiro. O chato é que quando acaba você pensa: "Como assim acabou? Ahhh, não acredito que vou ter que esperar até o "Ano que Vem" para ver o resto!!!!" Teve algumas coisas que eu não entendi, como: Por que o Gandalf mudou de cor? Por que os Elfos tem flechas infinitas? Por que todas as mulheres do filme se apaixonam pelo Aragorn? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, falando em Elfos, não posso deixar de comentar, &lt;B&gt;Legolas&lt;/b&gt; é o máximo! Adorei a parte dele descendo a escada atirando flechas... LINDO, LINDO, LINDO!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tá bom, tá bom, eu confesso, o Aragorn é maravilhoso também, mas o que seriam dos loiros se todos preferissem os morenos? Na verdade ele é moreno, é horrível na vida real, mas quem se importa com isso? ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="blogtext"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legolas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.lordoftherings.net/images/fi_pho_cast5.jpg" align="center" alt="Legolas" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orlando Bloom - "Legolas" e Sean Astin - "Sam"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.fortunecity.co.uk/obfan/pictures/orlando174.jpg" align="center" alt="Orlando Bloom - "Legolas" e Sean Astin - "Sam"" border="0" whidth="30%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-87169662?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/87169662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/87169662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87169662' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-87108798</id><published>2003-01-08T09:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-08T09:15:19.893-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Engraçado, sempre ouvi dizer que as loiras fazem muito mais sucesso, mas nunca tinha sentido isso na pele. Depois que fiquei loiras, as pessoas passam na rua e ficam me olhando com muito mais frequencias, só ainda não descobri se elas olham porque acham que to horrível ou se é porque realmente ficou legal, mas enfim, já estou conseguindo me acostumar, a me olhar no espelho novamente...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-87108798?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/87108798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/87108798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87108798' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-87059109</id><published>2003-01-07T10:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-08T00:06:16.996-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nossa! Odeio ter que decidir alguma coisa! Eu sou a pessoa mais indecisa do mundo, sempre fico pensando "e se..." e acabo n&amp;atilde;o conseguindo decidir nada! Fui ver a academia ontem, eu gostei do lugar, mas s&amp;oacute; tem lambaer&amp;oacute;bica e localizada, agora imagina eu, toda t&amp;iacute;mida e n&amp;atilde;o sabendo coreografia de nenhuma m&amp;uacute;sica, btw, eu nem sei as m&amp;uacute;sicas, fazendo lambaer&amp;oacute;bica??? Ai que trag&amp;eacute;dia que vai ser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora to pensando: "Entrar ou n&amp;atilde;o entrar? Eis a quest&amp;atilde;o!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Eu acho que essa coisa de ficar "loira" j&amp;aacute; t&amp;aacute; afetando o tico e teco :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-87059109?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/87059109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/87059109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87059109' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-87006083</id><published>2003-01-06T10:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-07T10:49:36.156-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E a semana começa com chuva!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;Bem, por um lado é bom, eu tinha esquecido como é legal andar na chuva, sentir aquele cheirinho de terra molhada... Mas por outro, me deixa deprimida, com saudades de tudo, saudades, saudades, saudades...  Mas será que sentir saudades não é ruim? Dizem que só sente saudades quando você percebe que tudo que você fez valeu a pena, mas eu sinto saudades do meu menino, e como posso saber se vale a pena se não fiz nada? Enfim, só sei que num posso deixar de viver a minha vida por causa dessas coisas, não posso ficar esperando até o dia em que aconteça algo, se é que algum dia vai acontecer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, chega de depressão! Hoje entro na academia sem falta!!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-87006083?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/87006083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/87006083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87006083' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-86983307</id><published>2003-01-05T22:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-05T22:40:18.050-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Sunny Came Home by Paula Cole &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny came home to her favourite room&lt;br /&gt;Sunny sat down in the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;She opened a book and a box of tools&lt;br /&gt;Sunny came home with a mission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says days go by I'm hypnotized&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking on a wire&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and fly out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;Into the fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny came home with a list of names&lt;br /&gt;She didn't believe in transcendence&lt;br /&gt;It's time for a few repairs she said&lt;br /&gt;Sunny came home with a vengeance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says days go by I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking on a wire&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and fly out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;Into the fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get the kids and bring a sweater&lt;br /&gt;Dry is good and wind is better&lt;br /&gt;Count the years, you always knew it&lt;br /&gt;Strike a match, go on and do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days go by I'm hypnotized&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking on a wire&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and fly out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;Into the fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light the sky and hold on tight&lt;br /&gt;The world is burning down&lt;br /&gt;She's out there on her own and she's alright&lt;br /&gt;Sunny came home&lt;br /&gt;Sunny came home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-86983307?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/86983307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/86983307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86983307' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-86979310</id><published>2003-01-05T20:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-05T20:53:53.536-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Resolvi parar de investir em problemas sem solução, deixar que as coisas aconteçam quando tiverem que acontecer... Como o que aconteceu na sexta, foi totalmente inesperado e muito bom (apesar de tudo)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pena que tudo na vida tem que ter um fim, assim como o sol que tem o seu "fim" quando chega a lua, mas, aprendi que se a gente souber aproveitar cada momento, do sol e da lua, viver pode ficar maravilhoso!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-86979310?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/86979310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/86979310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86979310' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-86931036</id><published>2003-01-04T16:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-05T20:48:42.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ano Novo, o Blog tinha que estar de cara nova também!!! &lt;br /&gt;Finalmente terminei, achei que ficou super legal, agora sim ele tem a minha cara (só olhar a bonequinha, não parece comigo? rs...), bem, a única coisa chata foi perder o histórico dos comentários. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Alguém sabe como se tira essa  droga de banner????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-86931036?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/86931036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/86931036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86931036' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-86929842</id><published>2003-01-04T16:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-04T16:19:33.856-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Noite maravilhosa, companhia maravilhosa.... Well, quase tudo perfeito ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas estou feliz, muito feliz!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-86929842?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/86929842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/86929842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86929842' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-86875049</id><published>2003-01-03T10:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-03T16:17:43.330-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lembrei de uma música que fala exatamente como estou me sentindo hoje...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday I'm In Love by The Cure &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if monday's blue&lt;br /&gt;tuesday's grey and wednesday too&lt;br /&gt;thursday I don't care about you&lt;br /&gt;it's friday i'm in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday you can fall apart&lt;br /&gt;tuesday wednesday break my heart&lt;br /&gt;thursday doesn't even start&lt;br /&gt;it's friday i'm in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday wait&lt;br /&gt;and sunday always comes too late&lt;br /&gt;but friday never hesitate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if monday's black&lt;br /&gt;tuesday wednesday heart attack&lt;br /&gt;thursday never looking back&lt;br /&gt;it's friday i'm in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday you can hold your head&lt;br /&gt;tuesday wednesday stay in bed&lt;br /&gt;or thursday watch the walls instead&lt;br /&gt;it's friday i'm in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dressed up to the eyes&lt;br /&gt;it's a wonderful surprise&lt;br /&gt;to see your shoes and your spirits rise&lt;br /&gt;throwing out your frown&lt;br /&gt;and just smiling at the sound&lt;br /&gt;and as sleek as a shriek&lt;br /&gt;spinning round and round&lt;br /&gt;always take a big bite&lt;br /&gt;it's such a gorgeous sight&lt;br /&gt;to see you in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;you can never get enough&lt;br /&gt;enough of this stuff&lt;br /&gt;it's friday&lt;br /&gt;i'm in love &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-86875049?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/86875049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/86875049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86875049' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-86825775</id><published>2003-01-02T09:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-02T09:33:28.680-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Primeiro post do ano, deixa eu contar como foram os 2 dias de comemoração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;31/12&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, decidi ir visitar uma amiga minha que está morando em Macaé, eu queria aventura, queria começar o ano fazendo "loucuras"... A comemoração foi na praia, assistindo o show do Hamornia do Samba (éca, éca, éca), o show foi super fraco, o cara é muito desanimado, mas como eu era a única mulher da casa que não acha o Xandy "fofo", fui voto vencido! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;01/01&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praia, praia, praia... Depois chegou a pior hora, a hora de voltar pra casa, ai, como eu odeio isso, sempre fico deprimida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, resumindo, valeu a pena, foi super legal, me diverti muito!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E vc? Como foi seu ano novo? ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-86825775?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/86825775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/86825775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86825775' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919042.post-86639445</id><published>2002-12-28T20:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-28T20:57:29.290-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bem, chega de testes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente eu vi "&lt;b&gt;O Diário de Briget Jones&lt;/b&gt;". Engraçado, não achei o filme tão maravilhoso assim como todas as minhas amigas falam! É engraçado, tem situações em que você se ve espelhada, mas... Acho que fantasiei demais... Bem, isso é normal, eu sempre faço isso, vivo fantasiando tudo na vida e quando se tornam realidade, perdem a graça... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919042-86639445?l=angelviss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/86639445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919042/posts/default/86639445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelviss.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86639445' title=''/><author><name>Viviane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02019598166949577588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
