<?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-1397140663247482115</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:22:44.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Filo da Sofia</title><subtitle type='html'>Criei este blog para relatar situações diárias vividas por mim e por pessoas próximas. Colocar minhas posições pessoais (teóricas ou práticas)sobre o tudo.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>.:FILO DA SOFIA:..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377832467207465743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/ScB9KG6ZEqI/AAAAAAAAACc/kjBGu7xTuqU/S220/200453198-001.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397140663247482115.post-7458376559125739275</id><published>2010-08-08T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T13:16:42.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz dia dos pais, aos pais de verdade!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/TF8QKG7jJKI/AAAAAAAAAHU/tqk-Z9an5RU/s1600/gravida2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/TF8QKG7jJKI/AAAAAAAAAHU/tqk-Z9an5RU/s400/gravida2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503135035515151522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:verdana;" class="z19Dle" id="col-z13usf3rhxbvjf5sk23mhhqqroetvlook04" &gt;&lt;span class="zo"&gt;Já pensou vc se separá da mulher da sua vida, ela está grávida e ñ lhe contar pq vc ñ quis  +vê-la? Vc ñ quis +vê-la p/puro capricho di querê "curtir a vida"...  Passar o dia dos pais sem sabê ki seu filho táh crescendo no ventre  dela sem acompanhá-los? Éh, isso acontece e a xance di ser feliz pode  ter passado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz dia dos pais aos pais ki são + do ki pais: são Homens  de coragem ki seguem o caminho certo e lutam pelo o ki querem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEJO ESPECIAL PRO MEU PAI! UM HOMEM D VERDADE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1397140663247482115-7458376559125739275?l=filodasofia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/feeds/7458376559125739275/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1397140663247482115&amp;postID=7458376559125739275' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/7458376559125739275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/7458376559125739275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/2010/08/feliz-dia-dos-pais-aos-pais-de-verdade.html' title='Feliz dia dos pais, aos pais de verdade!'/><author><name>.:FILO DA SOFIA:..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377832467207465743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/ScB9KG6ZEqI/AAAAAAAAACc/kjBGu7xTuqU/S220/200453198-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/TF8QKG7jJKI/AAAAAAAAAHU/tqk-Z9an5RU/s72-c/gravida2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397140663247482115.post-7468990523478603701</id><published>2010-08-01T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T13:21:40.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DE CANTO COM O CORAÇÃO NA MÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/TFXXRTQ-a6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/0Y8_aO3Ogl0/s1600/coracao_sangrando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/TFXXRTQ-a6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/0Y8_aO3Ogl0/s400/coracao_sangrando.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500539212132150178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1397140663247482115-7468990523478603701?l=filodasofia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/feeds/7468990523478603701/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1397140663247482115&amp;postID=7468990523478603701' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/7468990523478603701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/7468990523478603701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/2010/08/de-canto-com-o-coracao-na-mao.html' title='DE CANTO COM O CORAÇÃO NA MÃO'/><author><name>.:FILO DA SOFIA:..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377832467207465743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/ScB9KG6ZEqI/AAAAAAAAACc/kjBGu7xTuqU/S220/200453198-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/TFXXRTQ-a6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/0Y8_aO3Ogl0/s72-c/coracao_sangrando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397140663247482115.post-7924591420719830334</id><published>2010-05-09T18:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T18:58:22.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O q a Vó Tassi diz éh pro bem di todos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S-doEe08oPI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ewyOIKpNY9o/s1600/6541-000274a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S-doEe08oPI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ewyOIKpNY9o/s400/6541-000274a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469454698668663026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Hj a vó disse ki se ñ seguimos o caminho certo, só dáh porcaria!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha vó Tássi dissi pro meu tio ñ compra a moto pq tinha 1 acidente a vista. O teimoso compro há dois meses atrás sem dize nada pra ninguém. Hj si acidento e agora táh todo quebrado! =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela já mi previniu di 1 acidente bem sério, ki terminou com a vida di dois amigos meus e apartir daí, nunk mais dexei di confia nela. Foi a melhor coisa ki fiz! Cada dia tenhu mais confiança nissu! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguindo fazendu o certu e o bem sempri!&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1397140663247482115-7924591420719830334?l=filodasofia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/feeds/7924591420719830334/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1397140663247482115&amp;postID=7924591420719830334' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/7924591420719830334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/7924591420719830334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-q-vo-tassi-diz-eh-pro-bem-di-todos.html' title='O q a Vó Tassi diz éh pro bem di todos!'/><author><name>.:FILO DA SOFIA:..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377832467207465743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/ScB9KG6ZEqI/AAAAAAAAACc/kjBGu7xTuqU/S220/200453198-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S-doEe08oPI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ewyOIKpNY9o/s72-c/6541-000274a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397140663247482115.post-8984959514869995948</id><published>2010-05-08T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T13:12:18.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pés cansados - Sandy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S-XFCr2_DBI/AAAAAAAAAG0/49ypQ_gNsEU/s1600/200494313-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S-XFCr2_DBI/AAAAAAAAAG0/49ypQ_gNsEU/s400/200494313-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468993972435094546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Sandy Leah / Lucas Lima&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiz + do q posso&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi + do q agüento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E a areia dos meus olhos é a mesma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q acolheu minhas pegadas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Depois d tanto caminhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Depois d quase desistir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Os mesmos pés cansados voltam pra vc.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra vc.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu lutei contra tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu fugi do q era seguro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Descobri q éh possível viver só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Mas num mundo sem verdade.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois d tanto caminhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Depois d quase desistir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Os mesmos pés cansados voltam pra vc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pra vc.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sem medo d t pertencer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Voltam pra vc.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Depois d tanto caminhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Depois d quase desistir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Os mesmos pés cansados voltam pra vc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pra vc.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meus pés cansados d lutar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meus pés cansados d fugir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Os mesmos pés cansados voltam pra vc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pra vc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1397140663247482115-8984959514869995948?l=filodasofia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/feeds/8984959514869995948/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1397140663247482115&amp;postID=8984959514869995948' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/8984959514869995948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/8984959514869995948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/2010/05/pes-cansados-sandy.html' title='Pés cansados - Sandy'/><author><name>.:FILO DA SOFIA:..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377832467207465743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/ScB9KG6ZEqI/AAAAAAAAACc/kjBGu7xTuqU/S220/200453198-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S-XFCr2_DBI/AAAAAAAAAG0/49ypQ_gNsEU/s72-c/200494313-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397140663247482115.post-957176592182738518</id><published>2010-05-05T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T19:08:10.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bjo roubado</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S-Ikc1Ipc-I/AAAAAAAAAGs/6Ax8M7H1ykM/s1600/y1pbmelkf46tfmechviimczod3uuv5m1zcofawxus8o5q83h2ecbaig0oua6s1ajnw61vkcct7p-do.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467972975299490786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 348px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S-Ikc1Ipc-I/AAAAAAAAAGs/6Ax8M7H1ykM/s400/y1pbmelkf46tfmechviimczod3uuv5m1zcofawxus8o5q83h2ecbaig0oua6s1ajnw61vkcct7p-do.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&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/1397140663247482115-957176592182738518?l=filodasofia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/feeds/957176592182738518/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1397140663247482115&amp;postID=957176592182738518' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/957176592182738518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/957176592182738518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/2010/05/bjo-roubado.html' title='bjo roubado'/><author><name>.:FILO DA SOFIA:..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377832467207465743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/ScB9KG6ZEqI/AAAAAAAAACc/kjBGu7xTuqU/S220/200453198-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S-Ikc1Ipc-I/AAAAAAAAAGs/6Ax8M7H1ykM/s72-c/y1pbmelkf46tfmechviimczod3uuv5m1zcofawxus8o5q83h2ecbaig0oua6s1ajnw61vkcct7p-do.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397140663247482115.post-5394273798784827085</id><published>2010-05-05T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T08:33:36.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dias sem net</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S-GPvzV5gqI/AAAAAAAAAGk/S4F1t3puF5A/s1600/raiva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 379px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S-GPvzV5gqI/AAAAAAAAAGk/S4F1t3puF5A/s400/raiva.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467809474003174050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ñ tenhu mais humor pra trabalhar sem net! ¬¬&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1397140663247482115-5394273798784827085?l=filodasofia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/feeds/5394273798784827085/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1397140663247482115&amp;postID=5394273798784827085' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/5394273798784827085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/5394273798784827085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/2010/05/dias-sem-net.html' title='Dias sem net'/><author><name>.:FILO DA SOFIA:..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377832467207465743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/ScB9KG6ZEqI/AAAAAAAAACc/kjBGu7xTuqU/S220/200453198-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S-GPvzV5gqI/AAAAAAAAAGk/S4F1t3puF5A/s72-c/raiva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397140663247482115.post-5223961935009058395</id><published>2010-05-01T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T13:23:21.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Só um lembrete de Mário Quintana:</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S9yMckrfBRI/AAAAAAAAAGc/qdgJgC-kL6s/s1600/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466398470231229714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S9yMckrfBRI/AAAAAAAAAGc/qdgJgC-kL6s/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;'A vida é o dever que nós &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;trouxemos para fazer em casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Quando se vê, já são seis horas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Quando se vê, já é sexta-feira...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Quando se vê, já terminou o ano...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Quando se vê, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;perdemos o amor da nossa vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Quando se vê, já passaram-se 50 anos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Agora é tarde demais para ser reprovado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Se me fosse dado, um dia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;outra oportunidade, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;eu nem olhava o relógio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Seguiria sempre em frente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;e iria jogando, pelo caminho, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;a casca dourada e inútil das horas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Desta forma, eu digo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Não deixe de fazer algo que gosta, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;devido à falta de tempo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;pois a única falta que terá,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;será desse tempo que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;infelizmente não voltará mais.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/1397140663247482115-5223961935009058395?l=filodasofia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/feeds/5223961935009058395/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1397140663247482115&amp;postID=5223961935009058395' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/5223961935009058395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/5223961935009058395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-um-lembrete-de-mario-quintana.html' title='Só um lembrete de Mário Quintana:'/><author><name>.:FILO DA SOFIA:..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377832467207465743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/ScB9KG6ZEqI/AAAAAAAAACc/kjBGu7xTuqU/S220/200453198-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S9yMckrfBRI/AAAAAAAAAGc/qdgJgC-kL6s/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397140663247482115.post-7069554080374037384</id><published>2010-04-27T07:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T07:57:02.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S9b7NPTlDQI/AAAAAAAAAGU/n643lOybZvA/s1600/OgAAAHN3pot9NQogHqfJQANYf8wu-PZVtW_zTGS0jscZitQLpFCpY_hYN6_q6QOCiqwOqEQ105rd6GywGykm1pfBXx0Am1T1UC7gtNVINMQUHkT7Q1R32sqK-hJS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S9b7NPTlDQI/AAAAAAAAAGU/n643lOybZvA/s400/OgAAAHN3pot9NQogHqfJQANYf8wu-PZVtW_zTGS0jscZitQLpFCpY_hYN6_q6QOCiqwOqEQ105rd6GywGykm1pfBXx0Am1T1UC7gtNVINMQUHkT7Q1R32sqK-hJS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464831402726198530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Engraçado como nos dias de hoje as pessoas falam de amor sem nem tocar no assunto. Acreditam que amar requer uma adrenalina constante. Querem loucuras, querem momentos, querem paixão. E sabe-se bem que esse já é outro sentimento bem diferente.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Não quero que você atravesse os sete mares, enfrente ferozes dragões ou escale a torre mais alta para estar ao meu lado. Quero apenas que você fique aqui comigo. Quero sentir sua respiração, seu toque, seu carinho.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Não há nada mais emocionante do que ver seu sorriso bem de perto, enquanto escuto seu coração dizer bem forte que me ama." &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Márcia Duarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1397140663247482115-7069554080374037384?l=filodasofia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/feeds/7069554080374037384/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1397140663247482115&amp;postID=7069554080374037384' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/7069554080374037384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/7069554080374037384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/2010/04/engracado-como-nos-dias-de-hoje-as.html' title=''/><author><name>.:FILO DA SOFIA:..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377832467207465743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/ScB9KG6ZEqI/AAAAAAAAACc/kjBGu7xTuqU/S220/200453198-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S9b7NPTlDQI/AAAAAAAAAGU/n643lOybZvA/s72-c/OgAAAHN3pot9NQogHqfJQANYf8wu-PZVtW_zTGS0jscZitQLpFCpY_hYN6_q6QOCiqwOqEQ105rd6GywGykm1pfBXx0Am1T1UC7gtNVINMQUHkT7Q1R32sqK-hJS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397140663247482115.post-9206651076725285156</id><published>2010-04-26T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T07:12:36.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Já passei p/ isso! Shuashuashuashua</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;O pós-sexo revela muita coisa sobre a vida dos dois envolvidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S9WfANvN6SI/AAAAAAAAAGM/bmCG7HiINoI/s1600/fio-terra-00-jb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S9WfANvN6SI/AAAAAAAAAGM/bmCG7HiINoI/s400/fio-terra-00-jb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464448548920486178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="padding-left: 30px; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Meninas, isso não é uma regra. &lt;strong&gt;A maioria dos homens não gostam de fio-terra&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="padding-left: 30px; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;A menos que o cara curta &lt;strong&gt;NX Zero&lt;/strong&gt;. Nesse caso, pode mandar bala que ele vai &lt;strong&gt;A-D-O-R-A-R&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-left: 30px; color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;by: http://www.jacarebanguela.com.br/2010/04/18/novas-sensacoes/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jacarebanguela.com.br/2010/04/18/novas-sensacoes/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1397140663247482115-9206651076725285156?l=filodasofia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/feeds/9206651076725285156/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1397140663247482115&amp;postID=9206651076725285156' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/9206651076725285156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/9206651076725285156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/2010/04/ja-passei-p-isso-shuashuashuashua.html' title='Já passei p/ isso! Shuashuashuashua'/><author><name>.:FILO DA SOFIA:..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377832467207465743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/ScB9KG6ZEqI/AAAAAAAAACc/kjBGu7xTuqU/S220/200453198-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S9WfANvN6SI/AAAAAAAAAGM/bmCG7HiINoI/s72-c/fio-terra-00-jb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397140663247482115.post-5845980647671096973</id><published>2010-04-25T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T21:09:42.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Belo Domingo! Qm diria?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S9T-uJ9gxLI/AAAAAAAAAF8/LYQzhLfxZCw/s1600/a3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S9T-uJ9gxLI/AAAAAAAAAF8/LYQzhLfxZCw/s320/a3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464272316808610994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Euzinha arrumando o findi inteiro a nossa nova casa e qm éh ki me liga?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ai, o casal +lindu ki conheço! Tavam d niver d casamento ontem e resolveram me convidar pra festinha hj! Uma noite a3 regada d amizade, 1 jantar romântico, morangos, uvas, risos, champagne, velas, aromas, banheira d hidro,carinhos, sintonia... Uma noite inesperada e mto prazeirosa! Me senti tão viva, adorada e feliz! Tava precisando disso! Salvaram meu domingo! \o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1397140663247482115-5845980647671096973?l=filodasofia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/feeds/5845980647671096973/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1397140663247482115&amp;postID=5845980647671096973' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/5845980647671096973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/5845980647671096973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/2010/04/belo-domingo-qm-diria.html' title='Belo Domingo! 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S84VFkPqqxI/AAAAAAAAAF0/snuQbu9hLpw/s320/feliz2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462326583419906834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Saiba tratar bem aos outros e a você mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Não acreditar em tudo que lhe dizem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Não desacreditar em tudo que afirmam ser mentira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Quando disser "desculpa", olhar a outra pessoa diretamente nos olhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Acreditar em amor a primeira vista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Acreditar em empatia à primeira vista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Nunca puxar o tapete dos outros:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;geralmente você está em cima dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Viver apaixonadamente, com todos os&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;ferimentos que isso acarretar: vale a pena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Se perguntarem algo indiscreto, sorrir e dizer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Por quê você quer saber isso???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;(A conversa geralmente para por aí...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Lembrar que um grande amor e uma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;grande conquista significam grandes riscos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Quando errar não esquecer a lição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;E corrigir o que for possível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Lembrar sempre de três coisas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;respeito por você mesmo, pelos outros e por seus atos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ficar sozinho de vez em quando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;(Mas apenas de vez em quando...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ler mais ver menos TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Fica bem mais fácil passar aos seus filhos o que aprendeu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Saber que o silêncio pode ser uma resposta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Orar, o poder da oração é infinito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Viver uma vida que lhe permita olhar para trás e sorrir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Em discussões com pessoas amadas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;concentrar-se no presente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;e não trazer feridas do passado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Quando viajar, visitar um lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;onde ninguém mais da turma foi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Este lugar será seu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Você pode ter qualquer coisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Mas não pode ter tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Lembre-se que o seu caráter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;é um espelho do seu destino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Aproveitar a sorte, quando está a seu favor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Se precisar disparar a flecha da verdade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;primeiro molhe sua ponta no mel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Peça ajuda. E saiba reconhecê-la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Aprender todas as regras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;e transgredir algumas, assim que for possível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Escolha seus amigos. E escolha seus inimigos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;não dê a qualquer um a honra de enfrentá-lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Quando alguém começar a agredi-lo verbalmente não interrompa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;(Verá que a agressão se esvazia por si mesma...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Lembre-se que ninguém vence sozinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Tenha gratidão no coração e reconheça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;prontamente aqueles que o ajudam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Nunca subestime o poder de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;uma palavra ou de uma ação gentil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1397140663247482115-6807574941914445310?l=filodasofia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/feeds/6807574941914445310/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1397140663247482115&amp;postID=6807574941914445310' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/6807574941914445310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/6807574941914445310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/2010/04/ser-feliz.html' title='SER FELIZ'/><author><name>.:FILO DA SOFIA:..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377832467207465743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/ScB9KG6ZEqI/AAAAAAAAACc/kjBGu7xTuqU/S220/200453198-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S84VFkPqqxI/AAAAAAAAAF0/snuQbu9hLpw/s72-c/feliz2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397140663247482115.post-8617499434540997044</id><published>2010-04-16T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T07:16:50.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AFASTE-SE DE PESSOAS SIRÍS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S8hwxLF6eDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/1pvdq4JSt3M/s1600/3521998742_607d1b4aec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S8hwxLF6eDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/1pvdq4JSt3M/s320/3521998742_607d1b4aec.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460738538280220722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Como diria minha vó: "Afaste-se de pessoas sirís!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A primeira vez que ela me falou disso, ñ entendi nada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Depois ela explicou o seguinte:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Para cozinhar sirís, não é necessário colocar tampa na panela; os sirís não conseguem sair. Se um deles, por acaso se aproxima da borda os outros naturalmente agarram-o e o trazem de volta para a morte coletiva."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;O que eu entendi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Quando uma pessoa sirí está na merda, faz de tudo para trazer seus amigos para a merda também! Te puxa pra não morrer sozinho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Fica a dica! Afaste-se de pessoas sirís!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1397140663247482115-8617499434540997044?l=filodasofia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/feeds/8617499434540997044/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1397140663247482115&amp;postID=8617499434540997044' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/8617499434540997044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/8617499434540997044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/2010/04/afaste-se-de-pessoas-siris.html' title='AFASTE-SE DE PESSOAS SIRÍS'/><author><name>.:FILO DA SOFIA:..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377832467207465743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/ScB9KG6ZEqI/AAAAAAAAACc/kjBGu7xTuqU/S220/200453198-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S8hwxLF6eDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/1pvdq4JSt3M/s72-c/3521998742_607d1b4aec.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397140663247482115.post-902707090794866956</id><published>2010-04-15T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T05:12:43.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Albert Einstein...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S8cnzOWpwKI/AAAAAAAAAFc/2T-ByUpvJLM/s1600/einstein.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S8cnzOWpwKI/AAAAAAAAAFc/2T-ByUpvJLM/s320/einstein.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460376834189934754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div   style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:arial;font-size:10pt;"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Albert Einstein foi a uma festa e, como não conhecia ninguém, foi logo tentando se misturar aos convidados:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Oi, como vai? - perguntou ele.&lt;br /&gt;- Vou bem!&lt;br /&gt;- Qual é o seu Q.I.?&lt;br /&gt;- 250.&lt;br /&gt;Então logo começou a conversar sobre física quântica, teoria da  relatividade, bombas de hidrogênio,&lt;br /&gt;Deus, o Universo etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andou mais um pouco e encontrou outra pessoa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Qual seu Q.I..?&lt;br /&gt;- 150.&lt;br /&gt;Então, novamente começou a conversar, só que desta vez sobre desigualdade  social, justiça, questões internacionais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andou mais um pouco e encontrou uma terceira pessoa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Oi, como vai? - perguntou ele.&lt;br /&gt;- Tudo bem!&lt;br /&gt;- Qual o seu Q.I.?&lt;br /&gt;- 100.&lt;br /&gt;Então começou a conversar sobre desemprego, reforma agrária, aumento dos combustíveis, Mensalão, Bin Laden, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andou mais um pouco e encontrou outra pessoa:&lt;br /&gt;- Como está, tudo bem?&lt;br /&gt;- Tudo ótimo.&lt;br /&gt;- Qual é o seu Q.I.?&lt;br /&gt;- 50.&lt;br /&gt;Então começou a falar sobre A Casa dos Artistas, Big Brother, novelas e minisséries, música baiana, pagode, religião, Adriane Galisteu, Luciana Gimenez, Hebe, Sandy e Júnior, Roseana Sarney, FHC, Jader Barbalho, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deu mais uma volta e encontrou outra pessoa e perguntou:&lt;br /&gt;- Qual o seu Q.I.?&lt;br /&gt;- 10.&lt;br /&gt;- E aí mano, firmeza? E este ano, vamo vota no LULA de novo"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1397140663247482115-902707090794866956?l=filodasofia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/feeds/902707090794866956/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1397140663247482115&amp;postID=902707090794866956' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/902707090794866956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/902707090794866956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/2010/04/albert-einstein.html' title='Albert Einstein...'/><author><name>.:FILO DA SOFIA:..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377832467207465743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/ScB9KG6ZEqI/AAAAAAAAACc/kjBGu7xTuqU/S220/200453198-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S8cnzOWpwKI/AAAAAAAAAFc/2T-ByUpvJLM/s72-c/einstein.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397140663247482115.post-5723769238554517225</id><published>2010-04-11T18:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T18:36:49.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lua Minguante</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S8J4-unnJlI/AAAAAAAAAFU/5XuOMWS8TJg/s1600/3386684187_564d047e50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S8J4-unnJlI/AAAAAAAAAFU/5XuOMWS8TJg/s320/3386684187_564d047e50.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459058717387859538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É a lua que nos purifica. Limpa tudo de ruim que há a nossa volta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1397140663247482115-5723769238554517225?l=filodasofia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/feeds/5723769238554517225/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1397140663247482115&amp;postID=5723769238554517225' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/5723769238554517225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/5723769238554517225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/2010/04/lua-minguante.html' title='Lua Minguante'/><author><name>.:FILO DA SOFIA:..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377832467207465743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/ScB9KG6ZEqI/AAAAAAAAACc/kjBGu7xTuqU/S220/200453198-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S8J4-unnJlI/AAAAAAAAAFU/5XuOMWS8TJg/s72-c/3386684187_564d047e50.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397140663247482115.post-8953672984620199496</id><published>2010-04-11T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T17:55:19.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Final de Semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S8JvWpenpxI/AAAAAAAAAFM/V3bWOiLopTo/s1600/m_imagem_012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S8JvWpenpxI/AAAAAAAAAFM/V3bWOiLopTo/s320/m_imagem_012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459048133208549138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Vixi! Fazia tempo ki ñ me divertia em Garibaldi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;brigada primos! amo vo6!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1397140663247482115-8953672984620199496?l=filodasofia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/feeds/8953672984620199496/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1397140663247482115&amp;postID=8953672984620199496' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/8953672984620199496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/8953672984620199496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/2010/04/final-de-semana.html' title='Final de Semana'/><author><name>.:FILO DA SOFIA:..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377832467207465743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/ScB9KG6ZEqI/AAAAAAAAACc/kjBGu7xTuqU/S220/200453198-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S8JvWpenpxI/AAAAAAAAAFM/V3bWOiLopTo/s72-c/m_imagem_012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397140663247482115.post-7058514787615954714</id><published>2010-04-02T13:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T13:27:58.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MILHO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S7ZSp6kMziI/AAAAAAAAAFE/excuLYlCBT0/s1600/50_30_6_2009_083233milho1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S7ZSp6kMziI/AAAAAAAAAFE/excuLYlCBT0/s320/50_30_6_2009_083233milho1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455638878655139362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:36pt;"  &gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;no após ano, um  fazendeiro bem sucedido ganhava o troféu “Milho Gigante”, numa feira de agricultura de seu município. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ele chegava na feira com uma  amostra do milho e saía vencedor com uma faixa azul atravessada em seu peito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;O milho que aquele  fazendeiro produzia era melhor a cada ano. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mais um ano, mais um troféu.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;O fazendeiro ganhou  novamente a faixa e, ao subir no palanque para recebê-la, um repórter quis saber como ele costumava cultivar o seu qualificado e valioso produto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);font-family:Verdana;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;O fazendeiro, então, respondeu: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- Eu compartilho a semente  do milho gigante com os meus vizinhos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;O repórter continuou sem  entender e perguntou mais: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- Mas como o senhor pode  compartilhar a sua melhor semente com seus vizinhos, sabendo que eles vão competir  com o senhor aqui na feira, a cada ano?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;O fazendeiro ficou em silêncio por alguns minutos e, então, respondeu: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- Você não sabe? O vento  carrega o pó do milho maduro de um campo para o outro. Se meus vizinhos cultivarem um  milho inferior, a polinização vai piorar continuamente a qualidade da minha plantação. Se eu quiser cultivar um milho bom, eu tenho que ajudar os  meus vizinhos a também cultivarem um milho bom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;LIÇÃO DE VIDA: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;" class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Na prática da nossa vida também é assim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Aqueles que escolhem estar  em paz devem fazer com que seus vizinhos estejam em paz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Aqueles que querem viver bem  têm que ajudar os outros para que também vivam bem&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;E, aqueles que querem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;ser  felizes, têm que ajudar os outros a encontrar a felicidade, po&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;is o bem-estar de  cada um está ligado ao bem-estar de todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 102);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1397140663247482115-7058514787615954714?l=filodasofia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/feeds/7058514787615954714/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1397140663247482115&amp;postID=7058514787615954714' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/7058514787615954714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/7058514787615954714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/2010/04/milho.html' title='MILHO'/><author><name>.:FILO DA SOFIA:..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377832467207465743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/ScB9KG6ZEqI/AAAAAAAAACc/kjBGu7xTuqU/S220/200453198-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S7ZSp6kMziI/AAAAAAAAAFE/excuLYlCBT0/s72-c/50_30_6_2009_083233milho1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397140663247482115.post-7547175000427090841</id><published>2010-04-01T05:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T05:07:45.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pai, vc fará a coisa mais certa na sua vida!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 204, 0);"&gt;Pai, vc fará a c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://static3.orkut.com/img/smiley/r_heart.png" width="14px" height="14px" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 204, 0);"&gt;isa mais certa na sua vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;O caminh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://static3.orkut.com/img/smiley/r_heart.png" width="14px" height="14px" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; é esse! Vai a luta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;***Assim como foi com a mãe, amanhã pode ser tarde D+!***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Tô &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://static3.orkut.com/img/smiley/r_heart.png" width="14px" height="14px" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;rando por todo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;s os&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://static3.orkut.com/img/smiley/r_heart.png" width="14px" height="14px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static3.orkut.com/img/smiley/r_heart.png" width="14px" height="14px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static3.orkut.com/img/smiley/r_heart.png" width="14px" height="14px" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;rações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://static3.orkut.com/img/smiley/r_heart.png" width="14px" height="14px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static3.orkut.com/img/smiley/r_heart.png" width="14px" height="14px" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static3.orkut.com/img/smiley/r_heart.png" width="14px" height="14px" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;q merecem o perdão verdadeir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://static3.orkut.com/img/smiley/r_heart.png" width="14px" height="14px" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; 1 do outr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://static3.orkut.com/img/smiley/r_heart.png" width="14px" height="14px" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;PAZ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://static3.orkut.com/img/smiley/r_heart.png" width="14px" height="14px" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;As coisas foram feitas pra usar e as pessoas pra amar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://static3.orkut.com/img/smiley/r_heart.png" width="14px" height="14px" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;. Mais, pq amamos as coisas e usamos as pessoas? Se 1único homem atingir a plenitude do amor, neutraliza o ódio d milhões.&lt;br /&gt;Ñ fazemos aquilo ki qremos e, no entanto, somos responsáveis por aquilo ki somos. Mtos são os caminhos ki trazem alegrias mas, somente as pessoas ki estiverem com o &lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://static3.orkut.com/img/smiley/r_heart.png" width="14px" height="14px" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;aberto para as receber poderão desfrutar deste prazer.&lt;br /&gt;Tamos distantes da felicidade em razão d tarmos afastados das boas coisas, das belezas ki sem mto esforço iluminam nossos olhos pra ki a grandeza da vida possa fazer parte d nossa existência. Cabe a nós o direito d escolha, cabe a nós determinar o caminho ki devemos seguir, o ki pretendemos experimentar e ki flores sentir desabrochar. Se sua luta é dura, então torne a vida +bela, simplesmente permitindo seu amor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img src="http://static3.orkut.com/img/smiley/r_heart.png" width="14px" height="14px" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1397140663247482115-7547175000427090841?l=filodasofia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/feeds/7547175000427090841/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1397140663247482115&amp;postID=7547175000427090841' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/7547175000427090841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/7547175000427090841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/2010/04/pai-vc-fara-coisa-mais-certa-na-sua.html' title='Pai, vc fará a coisa mais certa na sua vida!'/><author><name>.:FILO DA SOFIA:..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377832467207465743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/ScB9KG6ZEqI/AAAAAAAAACc/kjBGu7xTuqU/S220/200453198-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397140663247482115.post-5861012696560527011</id><published>2010-04-01T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T04:38:27.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOJE É SEU DIA! FELIZ DIA DOS BOBOS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;O ki éh 1 bobo pra mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Aqle ki tenta se enganar pensando ki ñ precisa dos outros pra ser feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;(Se fosse assim, viveríamos sozinhos cada 1 em seu mundo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Aqle ki tenta se enganar deixando pra trás 1 futuro brilhante pela frente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Aqle ki ñ faz nada pra sentir orgulho d si nem dos outros!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;(Como gritar pra todos ouvir o qto ama uma mulher! Mas prefere perdê-la pra sempre!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso pai, sinto orgulho d vc!!!!!!!!!!! Vc é o cara!!!!!!!!!!  Te amoooooo!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1397140663247482115-5861012696560527011?l=filodasofia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/feeds/5861012696560527011/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1397140663247482115&amp;postID=5861012696560527011' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/5861012696560527011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/5861012696560527011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/2010/04/hoje-e-seu-dia-feliz-dia-dos-bobos.html' title='HOJE É SEU DIA! FELIZ DIA DOS BOBOS!'/><author><name>.:FILO DA SOFIA:..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377832467207465743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/ScB9KG6ZEqI/AAAAAAAAACc/kjBGu7xTuqU/S220/200453198-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397140663247482115.post-5134385400548074204</id><published>2010-03-30T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T18:24:56.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>É isso aí véio!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Pai, vc fará a coisa mais certa na sua vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Depois d eu ter nascido éh claro!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Cuida do hj!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Cuida bem do seu amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;(Num esqueça ki se na briga ela te ofendeu é pq vc a pegou de surpresa e ela kiria se defender! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;RELEVE!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mande as flores seguro de si e do ki vc qr: ela pra sempre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ela vai se derreter todinha!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;PELOAMORDEDEUS: Ñ iluda ela!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;A peça essa mulher em casamento logo!&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;Num repita as mesmas bestices!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ela vai voltar e vcs serão MUITO felizes! Como no início, lembra? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Vai com tudo ki eu te apóio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ah, já ia me esquecendo... Me escuta! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Num demora mto pq ela é gata e vai arranjar um brotinho fácil, fácil!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;*Depois q voltarem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; NUNCA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;esqueça q uma flor de vez enquando é mto importante, ainda + qndo ela menos esperar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; (Lembra qntas vezes ela paquerou flores lá no super! Pois é essa foi a dica dela ki vc nem percebeu, mais eu vi!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;*Vcs tem ki entrar em acordo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;vcs 2 tem ki assumir ki erraram e q se querem ser felizes, 1 tem ki ser o ombro de apoio do outro, cúmplices! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Um tá chateado, desabafa um com o outro MAIS não briguem por isso! Num tem nada a ver! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;*Conversem, discutam a relação mais Ñ terminem MAIS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;*VC sabe ki &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;A EVOLUÇÃO É NECESSÁRIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;, meu paizinho querido! Ñ pense! Faça!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;***Assim como foi com a mãe, amanhã pode ser tarde D+!***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Tô orando por todos os corações que merecem o perdão verdadeiro um do outro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;PAZ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1397140663247482115-5134385400548074204?l=filodasofia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/feeds/5134385400548074204/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1397140663247482115&amp;postID=5134385400548074204' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/5134385400548074204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/5134385400548074204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/2010/03/e-isso-ai-veio.html' title='É isso aí véio!'/><author><name>.:FILO DA SOFIA:..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377832467207465743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/ScB9KG6ZEqI/AAAAAAAAACc/kjBGu7xTuqU/S220/200453198-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397140663247482115.post-7768491749773729289</id><published>2010-03-29T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T04:53:32.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flores e um pedido de casamento!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Pai, eu sei ki vc num vai ler issu! Mais serve d desabafo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;*E num serve só pra ele! Serve para todos! Até pra mim! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Caia na real!&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;A mãe num vai voltar! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A sua chance tava logo qndo vcs terminaram! Qndo ela axou outra pessoa já num dava &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;! Mto menos agora ki ela já tá lá no céu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Cuide do hj!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ñ dexa acontecer o mesmo ki aconteceu com a mãe! Cuide bem do seu amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(Lem&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;bre-se ki se na briga ela te ofendeu é pq vc a pegou de surpresa e ela kiria se defender!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;RELEVE!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Dexa uns dias passar pra vc e a Carine esfriarem a cabeça e cicatrizarem os corações, mande flores&lt;/span&gt;, conversem, vê a reação dela (Ela vai amolecer!) e a peça em casamento! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Num faça nada disso no dia dos bobos-loucos, néh! Ela vai se ofender! Te liga neguinho! Espera+1pouco!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S7FmRS9V10I/AAAAAAAAAE8/fsOPByGrXpw/s1600/flores_-5049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S7FmRS9V10I/AAAAAAAAAE8/fsOPByGrXpw/s320/flores_-5049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454253071055312706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ela vai voltar e vcs serão felizes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Depois me dá um maninho (COM ELA)! Juízo véio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah, já ia me esquecendo... Me escuta! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Num demora mto pq ela é gata e vai arranjar um brotinho fácil, fácil!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;Lições ki aprendi com a minha psicóloga e a tia Suelin.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Depois q voltarem, nunca esqueça q uma flor de vez enquando é mto importante, ainda + qndo ela menos esperar. (&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Lembra qntas vezes ela paquerou flores lá no super! Pois é essa foi a dica dela ki vc nem percebeu, mais eu vi!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Vcs tem ki entrar em acordo: vcs 2 tem ki assumir ki erraram e q se querem ser felizes, 1 tem ki ser o ombro de apoio do outro, cúmplices! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um tá chateado, desabafa com o outro MAIS não briguem por isso! Num tem nada a ver! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;VC sabe que tem ki AMADURECER&lt;/span&gt;! Pergunta pra vó, ela sempre fala nisso! (Fora ki ela qr + 1 netinho! hihihihi) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Conversem, discutam a relação mais Ñ terminem MAIS&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;VC sabe ki A EVOLUÇÃO É NECESSÁRIA&lt;/span&gt;, meu paizinho querido! Ñ pense! Faça!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Assim como foi com a mãe, amanhã pode ser tarde D+!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tô orando por todos os coração que merecem o perdão verdadeiro um do outro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;PAZ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1397140663247482115-7768491749773729289?l=filodasofia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/feeds/7768491749773729289/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1397140663247482115&amp;postID=7768491749773729289' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/7768491749773729289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/7768491749773729289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/2010/03/flores-e-um-pedido-de-casamento.html' title='Flores e um pedido de casamento!'/><author><name>.:FILO DA SOFIA:..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377832467207465743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/ScB9KG6ZEqI/AAAAAAAAACc/kjBGu7xTuqU/S220/200453198-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S7FmRS9V10I/AAAAAAAAAE8/fsOPByGrXpw/s72-c/flores_-5049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397140663247482115.post-2894790353294714354</id><published>2010-03-29T09:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T18:38:53.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fim de Relacionamento</title><content type='html'>Ñ agüentei + as lamúrias do meu pai enquanto assistíamos bbb e me bandiei pra a casa da minha madrinha (fica do lado). Foi tão bom sabe? Sempre converso com ela sobre a minha mãezinha. Discutimos sobre o término d relacionamento d meu pai e minha mãe. Ela me contou ki minha mãe sempre comparava finais d relacionamentos com suicídio:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ki num é fácil viver, todos os dias temos metas a cumprir, problemas, coisas frustrantes, pressão no trabalho e cometer o suicídio é seria a fuga +fácil. Uma fuga pra dize ki a vida é ruim e ñ eu ki eu ki eu errei. Pq na verdade, a gente tem ki lutar pra ser feliz e nunca desistir. Ser pessoas melhores, aprender com qm tá do seu lado. Pq no termino de 1 relacionamento acabamos carregando os mesmos erros pq achávamos ki era a outra pessoa o problema e na verdade, nós é ki namorávamos do mesmo jeito só ki pessoas diferentes. Cometendo sempre os mesmo erros. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso ki a princípio a minha mãe num quis terminar com o meu pai e kis acertar as coisas. Mais meu pai sempre foi cabeção, daí táh xorando as pitangas.&lt;br /&gt;Foda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gente tem ki enfrentar nossos problemas e ñ fugir deles. Fugir é fácil, é pros fracos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1397140663247482115-2894790353294714354?l=filodasofia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/feeds/2894790353294714354/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1397140663247482115&amp;postID=2894790353294714354' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/2894790353294714354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/2894790353294714354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/2010/03/fim-de-relacionamento.html' title='Fim de Relacionamento'/><author><name>.:FILO DA SOFIA:..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377832467207465743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/ScB9KG6ZEqI/AAAAAAAAACc/kjBGu7xTuqU/S220/200453198-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397140663247482115.post-7798683573874906748</id><published>2010-03-29T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T06:06:08.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tenha a humildade pra voltar atrás, mesmo ki vc ainda ache ki táh certo e a outra pessoa táh errada</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S7CjpQOZNiI/AAAAAAAAAEU/oxGj3FF3Plo/s1600/46604_Papel-de-Parede-Jovens-Cabras-da-Montanha_1280x960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S7CjpQOZNiI/AAAAAAAAAEU/oxGj3FF3Plo/s320/46604_Papel-de-Parede-Jovens-Cabras-da-Montanha_1280x960.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454039077870974498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;...Observava duas cabras caminhando numa trilha estreita numa montanha íngreme dos Alpes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uma tava subindo a trilha e a outra tava descendo. Notou-se ki elas tinham ki passar num determinado local da trilha ki era tão estreito ki só cabia uma cabra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;     Os animais chegaram num local da trilha ki os pôs d frente 1com o outro. Eles andaram pra trás como se estivessem prontos pra atacar 1ao outro, e depois a coisa +espantosa aconteceu! A cabra ki tava subindo si ajoelhou na trilha e a cabra ki vinha d cima passou por cima das suas costas. Depois, o animal ki estava subindo, si levantou e continuou a sua jornada pela trilha acima. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A coisa +nobre ki se pode fazer numa discussão é ter a humildade d ser aqle ki volta atrás. Ñ tenha medo d dizer algo assim: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Vamos parar, pq tou dizendo coisas ki na verdade eu ñ qro dizer e eu ñ qro ki isso aconteça!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;"Honroso é para o homem o desviar-se de questões mas o tolo não pára de discutir."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Provérbios 20:3.&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/1397140663247482115-7798683573874906748?l=filodasofia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/feeds/7798683573874906748/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1397140663247482115&amp;postID=7798683573874906748' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/7798683573874906748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/7798683573874906748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/2010/03/tenha-humildade-pra-voltar-atras-mesmo.html' title='Tenha a humildade pra voltar atrás, mesmo ki vc ainda ache ki táh certo e a outra pessoa táh errada'/><author><name>.:FILO DA SOFIA:..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377832467207465743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/ScB9KG6ZEqI/AAAAAAAAACc/kjBGu7xTuqU/S220/200453198-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S7CjpQOZNiI/AAAAAAAAAEU/oxGj3FF3Plo/s72-c/46604_Papel-de-Parede-Jovens-Cabras-da-Montanha_1280x960.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397140663247482115.post-4182787249896620674</id><published>2010-03-28T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T14:10:37.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu luto p/qm eu amo! E vc? O que que táh esperando?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S6_FN2IdUCI/AAAAAAAAAEM/VixpBeUrgm4/s1600/1173910305_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S6_FN2IdUCI/AAAAAAAAAEM/VixpBeUrgm4/s320/1173910305_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453794515428921378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E dou 1 baile em mto neguinho q táh por aí só lamentando!&lt;br /&gt;(Meu pai é o ki + lamenta! 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A +pura verdade!&lt;br /&gt;Cuide bem de seu amor!&lt;br /&gt;O texto é lindu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"De coração para coração"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que separa corações não é a distância, é a&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; indiferença&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há pessoas juntas estando separadas por milhares de quilômetros e outras separadas vivendo lado-a-lado.&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes nos importamos com o que acontece no mundo, nos sensibilizamos e &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;pensamos até em fazer alguma coisa, mas nos esquecemos do que se passa ao nosso lado,&lt;/span&gt; na nossa casa, na nossa família e mesmo na vizinhança. Colocamos, sem querer, barreiras entre os corações que nos cercam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;A indiferença mata lentamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; anula qualquer sentimento; e assim criamos distâncias quando estamos tão próximos. As pessoas se habituam tanto àquelas que convivem com elas que elas &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;passam a não notá-las mais, a não dar mais importância. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas, se quisermos transformar o mundo, comecemos por transformar a nós mesmos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Se quisermos entrar em combates para melhorar algo para o futuro, que esse combate comece dentro da nossa própria casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Precisamos olhar os que estão ao nosso lado sempre com olhos novos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Comunicar mais, destruir mais barreiras e construir mais pontes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Precisamos nos dar de coração a coração. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;A melhor maneira de acabar com a indiferença de uma pessoa em relação a nós é amá-la. O amor transforma tudo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Não permita que pessoas ao seu lado morram de solidão!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Não permita que elas &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;sintam-se melhor fora de casa que dentro dela! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Dê atenção, dê do seu próprio&lt;/span&gt; tempo! &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:220%;" &gt;Comunique-se!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Assista menos televisão e converse mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Riam juntos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Há quanto tempo você não diz para a pessoa que vive ao seu lado que gosta dela?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;A gente não recupera tempo perdido. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Mas podemos decidir não perder mais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Vamos amar os corações que nos cercam e tentar alcançar novamente aqueles que se distanciaram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Há sempre tempo para se amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;E se não houvesse, o próprio amor seria capaz de inventar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Letícia Thompson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EiaBy4fNyIg&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EiaBy4fNyIg&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1397140663247482115-49023492823031801?l=filodasofia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/feeds/49023492823031801/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1397140663247482115&amp;postID=49023492823031801' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/49023492823031801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/49023492823031801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/2010/03/de-coracao-para-coracao.html' title='De coração para coração'/><author><name>.:FILO DA SOFIA:..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377832467207465743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/ScB9KG6ZEqI/AAAAAAAAACc/kjBGu7xTuqU/S220/200453198-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397140663247482115.post-6994252646243314644</id><published>2010-03-26T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T05:00:23.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MÃE</title><content type='html'>Sabem, p/ esses dias bateu uma saudades quase q insuportável d minha mãe. Ela me cuidava muito! Ajudava em meus estudos, era amorosa com o meu pai. Fazia café da manhã todo dia pra nós. Nos amava. É tão bom ter alguém pra nos cuidar. Ela só ñ fazia o almoço e a janta, pq trabalhava o dia todo e tinha aula em algumas noites. Ela era fantástica! Meu pai, ao meu ver, se estressava com ela por coisas poucas até q ele resolveu fazer a besteira d ter 1 caso com uma estagiária do banco. Daí a insegurança reinou nosso lar. Ela era uma mulher tranquila, calma e quando meu pai começou com essas coisas, ela começou a ficar stressada. Não era mais ela. Eles se separaram. Ela quis voltar mas ele ñ. Achou q poderia ter uma nova vida com outra pessoa e quando percebeu q os defeitos da mãe eram bobeiras da cabeça dele, quis voltar. Mas a minha mãe já estava em outra história. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S6ycrxg4cNI/AAAAAAAAADs/9uR6uw4MFl0/s1600/mc3a3e20e20filha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 315px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S6ycrxg4cNI/AAAAAAAAADs/9uR6uw4MFl0/s320/mc3a3e20e20filha.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452905524678389970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha mãe tocou sua vida numa boa assim como ela sempre foi. Nunca encomodou meu pai qndo estavam separados. Era uma mulher equilibrada q se adaptaria facilmente em qlqr outro relacionamento. E foi o q aonteceu. Casou-se só q d verdade! (Digo, ela morava com o meu pai, não foram casados mesmo.) E olha, ela se tronou +radiante ainda pq meu padastro era apaixonado por ela e ela, por conseqüência, por ele! Não tinha como ser diferente!&lt;br /&gt;E meu pai, só derrota! Uma mulher pior atrás da outra. Queriam brigar com a minha mãe p/nada! Minha mãe, como uma dama, ficava quieta só olhando as provocações delas. E eu pai ficava mais encantado p/ ela ainda.&lt;br /&gt;Ele pecou bastante pra o relacionamento deles ñ ter dado certo, sabem. Ñ deu flores de vez enquando, esqueceu datas especiais, ñ pediu ela em casamento. Acho q essa última foi q pesou +pra ela ñ qrer voltar. Ele têm ciência disso, pois fala nisso quase todo dia.Q tinha q ter pedido ela em casamento pra voltarem. Até pra ele ter crédito d confiança dela.E eu acho q ela voltaria! E certamente tudo seria lindo como no começo. Talvez ñ tivesse meu irmãozinho mas ela estaria viva pra nós hoje!&lt;br /&gt;É ruim conviver com uma pessoa frustrada assim! Se eu pudesse trazer ela de volta e traria!&lt;br /&gt;bjo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1397140663247482115-6994252646243314644?l=filodasofia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/feeds/6994252646243314644/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1397140663247482115&amp;postID=6994252646243314644' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/6994252646243314644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/6994252646243314644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/2010/03/mae.html' title='MÃE'/><author><name>.:FILO DA SOFIA:..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377832467207465743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/ScB9KG6ZEqI/AAAAAAAAACc/kjBGu7xTuqU/S220/200453198-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S6ycrxg4cNI/AAAAAAAAADs/9uR6uw4MFl0/s72-c/mc3a3e20e20filha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397140663247482115.post-4643886975747426956</id><published>2010-03-24T23:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T06:48:00.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homenagem ao Amor de Verdade!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S6sBGt749PI/AAAAAAAAADk/umWSb4CBm5Y/s1600/Gerberas%2520vase%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S6sBGt749PI/AAAAAAAAADk/umWSb4CBm5Y/s320/Gerberas%2520vase%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452452988783752434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje relembrei esta música [q eu amu-amu] ao ver no perfil da Prof.Fanta durante a tarde. A música abaixo, pessoalmente, representa o q d especial passa por nós e não vemos: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;na busca ilusória d 1 amor perfeito, o perdemos por entre os dedos e terminamos nos arrependendo tarde d+. &lt;/span&gt; Sei disso pelo meu pai q lamenta todo santíssimo dia. Ele é um homem frustrato por ter deixado a mulher "+tudo d bom" partir da vida dele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda neste dia, em uma outra situação, conversando com um amigo no msn, também acredito q me deparei com o mesmo problema do meu pai. É triste d+ conviver com este arrependimento, ver essa dor nos olhos de meu pai. Se eu pudesse fazer algo eu faria! Então eu preciso dizer: Se alguém pode reverter isso, faça!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escutem, é linda d++++++++++!&lt;br /&gt;A tradução então, é d arrepiar!&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO MANY TIMES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fKrYdb1JaBM&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fKrYdb1JaBM&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tradução)&lt;br /&gt;Tantas Vezes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gadjo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantas vezes&lt;br /&gt;Eu observei você&lt;br /&gt;E agora eu me sinto&lt;br /&gt;Apaixonada por você&lt;br /&gt;Tantas vezes&lt;br /&gt;Tantas vezes&lt;br /&gt;E agora eu me sinto&lt;br /&gt;Apaixonada por você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você sai todas as noites&lt;br /&gt;Tentando achar o amor perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Você perdeu a fé em você&lt;br /&gt;Você está se tornando sozinho&lt;br /&gt;O mundo é cheio de mágica&lt;br /&gt;Não vê?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou seu anjo da guarda&lt;br /&gt;Confie em mim&lt;br /&gt;Tantas vezes eu observei você&lt;br /&gt;E agora eu me sinto apaixonada por você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando seu coração se sente sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Pense em seu sonho mais doce&lt;br /&gt;Feche os olhos e me siga&lt;br /&gt;E eu levo você em meu destino&lt;br /&gt;Eu penso em você o tempo todo&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu guardo meu amor pra você é um crime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantas vezes&lt;br /&gt;Eu observei você&lt;br /&gt;E agora eu me sinto&lt;br /&gt;Apaixonada por você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1397140663247482115-4643886975747426956?l=filodasofia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/feeds/4643886975747426956/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1397140663247482115&amp;postID=4643886975747426956' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/4643886975747426956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/4643886975747426956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/2010/03/homenagem-fanta-e-todos-que-amam-ela.html' title='Homenagem ao Amor de Verdade!'/><author><name>.:FILO DA SOFIA:..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377832467207465743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/ScB9KG6ZEqI/AAAAAAAAACc/kjBGu7xTuqU/S220/200453198-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S6sBGt749PI/AAAAAAAAADk/umWSb4CBm5Y/s72-c/Gerberas%2520vase%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397140663247482115.post-5328722768777535211</id><published>2010-03-23T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T18:09:33.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conclusões femininas:</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem gosta de comer um traseiro, deveria dar o seu para outro, para saber o quanto é bom ou ruim! Fora que, HOMEM que é HOMEM de VERDADE gosta mesmo é de PERERECA! (+Lésbicas e Bisexuais, é claro!)Por trás é só descarga! Atrás é para SAIR NOSSOS LIXOS! Nada de entrar coisas! Comer traseiros é coisa pra rapazes que gostam de rapazes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S6ljL0LgF8I/AAAAAAAAADc/evt4kwPYXNI/s1600-h/4420076852_52e40ee3a8_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S6ljL0LgF8I/AAAAAAAAADc/evt4kwPYXNI/s320/4420076852_52e40ee3a8_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451997878545291202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/1397140663247482115-5328722768777535211?l=filodasofia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/feeds/5328722768777535211/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1397140663247482115&amp;postID=5328722768777535211' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/5328722768777535211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/5328722768777535211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/2010/03/conclusoes-femininas.html' title='Conclusões femininas:'/><author><name>.:FILO DA SOFIA:..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377832467207465743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/ScB9KG6ZEqI/AAAAAAAAACc/kjBGu7xTuqU/S220/200453198-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S6ljL0LgF8I/AAAAAAAAADc/evt4kwPYXNI/s72-c/4420076852_52e40ee3a8_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397140663247482115.post-546562083379906434</id><published>2010-03-21T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T16:53:12.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>É fato!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S6asqzT31hI/AAAAAAAAADU/1aed63CS1d4/s1600-h/ATgAAAB8OIbqxrq-3BxBYODHgbWvbMUzWAsPlky6_wzq_WmJ-oWIe2yzn8Ex8uHlgjJk9t5AvgmPuxW7g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 168px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S6asqzT31hI/AAAAAAAAADU/1aed63CS1d4/s320/ATgAAAB8OIbqxrq-3BxBYODHgbWvbMUzWAsPlky6_wzq_WmJ-oWIe2yzn8Ex8uHlgjJk9t5AvgmPuxW7g.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451234250306606610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me lembrei hoje de um fato que aconteceu com uma prima-irmã minha, esta que está na foto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como podem perceber, ela é uma menina linda! E não é só isso: sempre foi extrovertida, independente(já morava sozinha), inteligente, cheia de vida e muitos amores! Acredito que este último foi o problema!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela sempre estava entre dois namorados, e quando brigava com um, arranjava o terceiro. Só confusão! Tinha um rapaz mais "fixo" e este era apaixonadíssimo por ela, sofria feito um cachorro sarnento, pois ela não o respeitava mesmo ele sendo um rapaz bonito, bem apessoado, tranqüilo, da paz, inteligente e trabalhador. Ela vivia encontrando outros encondida. Na verdade, nem tão escondida assim: por vezes levava eles em sua casa, inclusive na mesma cama que dormia com o namorado! Anos a fio namorando com ele, acho que namoraram uns 5 ou 6 anos e nada de casar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessa bagunça toda, ela engravida e sem ter certeza do pai do filho que esperava,o "namorado fixo" resolveu assumir, achando que era seu. Ele ficou faceiro! Teria um filho com a mulher que ama! Mas ela continuou saindo com os outros. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em meio a essa confusão toda, ela comprou uma moto, mesmo sem ter carteira. Em uma manhã de quarta-feira, após uma noitada com o seu "namorado-fixo" saíram para trabalhar juntos na moto e o que acontece? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É... um grave acidente! São atropelados por um caminhão. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela bate com a cabeça, perde o bebê e quase morre. Seu apaixonado "namorado-fixo" morre na hora... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem um de seus amantes foi visitá-la no hospital, muito menos em sua casa após alta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora ela não anda, não fala, não vive... está semi-vegetativa. Depende de seus pais para banhar-se, alimentar-se, para tudo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral da história?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acredito fielmente que aqui se faz, aqui se paga! Não foi por nada que ela está onde está e como está!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S6arniJ01PI/AAAAAAAAADM/Jj4Mn2vvt5A/s1600-h/roxooooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S6arniJ01PI/AAAAAAAAADM/Jj4Mn2vvt5A/s320/roxooooo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451233094649828594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&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/1397140663247482115-546562083379906434?l=filodasofia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/feeds/546562083379906434/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1397140663247482115&amp;postID=546562083379906434' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/546562083379906434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/546562083379906434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/2010/03/e-fato.html' title='É fato!'/><author><name>.:FILO DA SOFIA:..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377832467207465743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/ScB9KG6ZEqI/AAAAAAAAACc/kjBGu7xTuqU/S220/200453198-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S6asqzT31hI/AAAAAAAAADU/1aed63CS1d4/s72-c/ATgAAAB8OIbqxrq-3BxBYODHgbWvbMUzWAsPlky6_wzq_WmJ-oWIe2yzn8Ex8uHlgjJk9t5AvgmPuxW7g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397140663247482115.post-8851891048089477677</id><published>2010-03-18T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T07:10:00.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Táh merecendo um corno!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S6LGrHT4PWI/AAAAAAAAADE/TsLOvji8MHw/s1600-h/brilho.agua.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 121px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S6LGrHT4PWI/AAAAAAAAADE/TsLOvji8MHw/s320/brilho.agua.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450136943070821730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A estupidez humana é algo incomensurável. O cara namora uma gata tudo-de-bom e o que ele faz? Se inscreve em sitezinhos de relacionamentos bagaceiros e o que ele coloca lá em seu perfil? Que mora sozinho e não cita se tem namorada, se é casado ou solteiro. Cara! Ele está pedindo para levar uns chifres! E na boa! Ele merece! Vá se fudê! Aqui se faz, Aqui se paga! &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/1397140663247482115-8851891048089477677?l=filodasofia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/feeds/8851891048089477677/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1397140663247482115&amp;postID=8851891048089477677' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/8851891048089477677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/8851891048089477677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/2010/03/tah-merecendo-um-corno.html' title='Táh merecendo um corno!'/><author><name>.:FILO DA SOFIA:..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377832467207465743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/ScB9KG6ZEqI/AAAAAAAAACc/kjBGu7xTuqU/S220/200453198-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/S6LGrHT4PWI/AAAAAAAAADE/TsLOvji8MHw/s72-c/brilho.agua.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397140663247482115.post-6772984649783112451</id><published>2009-10-25T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T05:20:45.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/SuRB-YtyiXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/bLrII7aKPjs/s1600-h/bebecommalaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/SuRB-YtyiXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/bLrII7aKPjs/s320/bebecommalaaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396510793538898290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É, tudo não está igual. Brigamos, ficamos um mês de enrolação, voltamos e o relacionamento que era para dar mais um passo para frente, deu outro para trás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É sempre assim. Cansa. O Sexo que era o melhor que já tive está sendo sufocado pela ausência, pelo sentimento de estar só.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Daí sou assediada por um cara com um que comprou sua mulher e por  outro, que é chato pra caramba e que se acha o melhor homem do mundo por se descrever e se mostrar um grude (Argh...).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Talvez eu não esteja não mal assim: por essas, ficar sozinha não é o pior sentimento.&lt;/span&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/1397140663247482115-6772984649783112451?l=filodasofia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/feeds/6772984649783112451/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1397140663247482115&amp;postID=6772984649783112451' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/6772984649783112451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/6772984649783112451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/2009/10/e-tudo-nao-esta-igual.html' title=''/><author><name>.:FILO DA SOFIA:..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377832467207465743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/ScB9KG6ZEqI/AAAAAAAAACc/kjBGu7xTuqU/S220/200453198-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/SuRB-YtyiXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/bLrII7aKPjs/s72-c/bebecommalaaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397140663247482115.post-2698324543173469096</id><published>2009-02-11T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T12:01:00.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:100%;" &gt;Como as coisas são... não?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:100%;" &gt;Passei anos imaginando que ela iria mudar, assim como revelou em prome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:100%;" &gt;ssas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:100%;" &gt;.  Mas nada acontece. As “piadinhas machistas” são as mesmas, as conversas não nos levam para frente. Falo o que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:100%;" &gt; sinto e SEMPRE ela  revida , reverte a situação e eu acabo mais triste do que estava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:100%;" &gt;Daí então me questiono veementemente a cada intervalo de minhas ocupações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/SZMtkShc4FI/AAAAAAAAACI/NEjisGJwqbE/s1600-h/nuvensazuizeamarelas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/SZMtkShc4FI/AAAAAAAAACI/NEjisGJwqbE/s320/nuvensazuizeamarelas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301631287815888978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:100%;" &gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:100%;" &gt;Será que estou sendo exigente demais? Será que não pos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:100%;" &gt;so ter uma pessoa a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:100%;" &gt;o meu lado que me ame, que  queira  ficar juntinho, casar , ter filhos... construir uma família? Será que é impossível ter isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:100%;" &gt; em uma pessoa  bonita, espontânea, comunicativa e boa de cama?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:100%;" &gt;Pois é, a cada instante fica difícil de acreditar que exista a pessoa que eu desejo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:100%;" &gt;Sim, o sexo até pode ser ótimo, mas se torna um lixo se não me sinto respeitada em momentos anteriores: quando estamos com amigos , quando estou em uma situação desconfortável, ou quando me coloca em uma situação desagradável...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:100%;" &gt;Talve&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;z eu tenha deixado chegar a este ponto. Dentre tantas faltas de considerações, sofri mas não fiz nada de mais a respeito, e o respeito se foi ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:100%;" &gt;Não sei se há o que mudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Tenho medo de continuar nisso e também de colocar um ponto final.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1397140663247482115-2698324543173469096?l=filodasofia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/feeds/2698324543173469096/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1397140663247482115&amp;postID=2698324543173469096' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/2698324543173469096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/2698324543173469096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/2009/02/como-as-coisas-sao.html' title=''/><author><name>.:FILO DA SOFIA:..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377832467207465743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/ScB9KG6ZEqI/AAAAAAAAACc/kjBGu7xTuqU/S220/200453198-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/SZMtkShc4FI/AAAAAAAAACI/NEjisGJwqbE/s72-c/nuvensazuizeamarelas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397140663247482115.post-8875175602917972233</id><published>2008-09-09T07:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T07:38:40.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/SMaJxIgxoVI/AAAAAAAAABc/VraSPEEoQ5o/s1600-h/72084402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/SMaJxIgxoVI/AAAAAAAAABc/VraSPEEoQ5o/s320/72084402.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244030293311070546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele não se dá conta que eu o quero para sempre... Não sei se ele se faz de bobo, se está acostumado com o nosso relacionamento assim como está, ou se eu não sou o bastante para que ele me peça para morar com ele...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1397140663247482115-8875175602917972233?l=filodasofia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/feeds/8875175602917972233/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1397140663247482115&amp;postID=8875175602917972233' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/8875175602917972233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/8875175602917972233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>.:FILO DA SOFIA:..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377832467207465743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/ScB9KG6ZEqI/AAAAAAAAACc/kjBGu7xTuqU/S220/200453198-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/SMaJxIgxoVI/AAAAAAAAABc/VraSPEEoQ5o/s72-c/72084402.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397140663247482115.post-3276842782673341573</id><published>2008-06-11T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:31:10.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/SFCZr9fOqTI/AAAAAAAAABU/x3NVzKl6eyw/s1600-h/roxooooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/SFCZr9fOqTI/AAAAAAAAABU/x3NVzKl6eyw/s320/roxooooo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210833749386635570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tão complicado.Quero tantas coisas.Quero ele do meu jeito.Buscando em mim suas inspirações.A evolução é necessária.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1397140663247482115-3276842782673341573?l=filodasofia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/feeds/3276842782673341573/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1397140663247482115&amp;postID=3276842782673341573' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/3276842782673341573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/3276842782673341573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/2008/06/to-complicado.html' title=''/><author><name>.:FILO DA SOFIA:..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377832467207465743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/ScB9KG6ZEqI/AAAAAAAAACc/kjBGu7xTuqU/S220/200453198-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/SFCZr9fOqTI/AAAAAAAAABU/x3NVzKl6eyw/s72-c/roxooooo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397140663247482115.post-4108128309089097474</id><published>2008-05-06T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:31:10.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maldição</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/SCERUMIYiUI/AAAAAAAAABE/1VCtdVMC_rc/s1600-h/dark_castle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/SCERUMIYiUI/AAAAAAAAABE/1VCtdVMC_rc/s320/dark_castle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197454483513706818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Regras:&lt;br /&gt;1 - Quando for amaldiçoado, poste essas regras&lt;br /&gt;2 - Nunca alimente seu Gremlin depois da meia noite. (nem molhe)&lt;br /&gt;3 - (opcional) Nunca chame 3 vezes o Beetlejuice. (ou chame, por sua conta e risco O.o)&lt;br /&gt;4 - Cada pessoa "amaldiçoada" deve dizer 8 coisas aleatórias sobre si mesmo&lt;br /&gt;5 - No final, jogue o vudu em mais 8 pessoas&lt;br /&gt;6 - E vá lá na página das pessoas e avise que elas se ferraram.&lt;br /&gt;7 - Não pise na grama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respondendo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 – Eu gosto de comer pastelina com sorvete&lt;br /&gt;2 – Não gosto de comer frango&lt;br /&gt;3 – Adoro beijar!&lt;br /&gt;4 – Quero comprar uma moto&lt;br /&gt;5 – Adoro fanta uva&lt;br /&gt;6 – Quero ter um casal de filhos&lt;br /&gt;7 – Gosto de comer figo no pé - não gosto  dele em calda ou criatalizado&lt;br /&gt;8 – Nunca andei de skate (adoraria!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nome:&lt;br /&gt;Cristiane Garniere Martins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Que dia é hoje:&lt;br /&gt;06/05/2008, Estou com desejo de comer sorvete!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Que horas são:&lt;br /&gt;Hora da mocinha estar na cama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Quantidade de velas no seu último bolo de aniversário?&lt;br /&gt;18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Furos nas orelhas?&lt;br /&gt;os normais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Tatuagens?&lt;br /&gt;Tenho em locais estratégicos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Piercings?&lt;br /&gt;não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Já foi a África?&lt;br /&gt;Não que eu saiba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Já ficou bêbado?&lt;br /&gt;Já. Foi horrível!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Já chorou por alguém?&lt;br /&gt;Ai, como eu choro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Já esteve envolvido em algum acidente de carro?&lt;br /&gt;Não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Música preferida?&lt;br /&gt;Não sei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Cerveja ou Champagne?&lt;br /&gt;Champagne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Metade, cheio ou vazio?&lt;br /&gt;depende&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Lençóis de cama lisos ou estampados?&lt;br /&gt;estampados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Filme preferido?&lt;br /&gt;muitos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Flores?&lt;br /&gt;Adoro rosas e flores do campo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Coca-cola simples ou com gelo?&lt;br /&gt;Coca-cola é coca-cola, de qualquer jeito é perfeita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Quem dos teus amigos vive mais longe?&lt;br /&gt;A tia Lívia, que vive na Austrália.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Melhor amigo(a)?&lt;br /&gt;meus ursos de pelúcia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Quantas vezes você deixa tocar o telefone antes de atender?&lt;br /&gt;Umas duas vezes se eu quiser atender, e se não quiser, deixo até desistirem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Qual a figura do seu mouse pad?&lt;br /&gt;Dell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. CD preferido?&lt;br /&gt;Ai, não sei... só escuto mp3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Mulher Bonita?&lt;br /&gt;Sim, gosto das Bonitas! hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Homem Bonito?&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, David Beckham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Pior sentimento do mundo?&lt;br /&gt;Como a Jana diz: ""A FALTA": de Caráter, de Amor, de Felicidade, de Inteligência, de Honestidade, de Humor, de Bom Gosto...(Quando ela domina o que resta de alma em algumas criaturas e as tornam medíocres...)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Melhor sentimento do mundo?&lt;br /&gt;Também amo beijos  roubados!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. O que uma pessoa não pode ser para ficar com você?&lt;br /&gt;Desprovida de caráter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Qual o primeiro pensamento ao acordar?&lt;br /&gt;ai que fome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Se pudesse ser outra pessoa, quem seria?&lt;br /&gt;Eu, sempre eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Algo que você nunca tiraria de você?&lt;br /&gt;Minha inteligência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. O que é q você tem debaixo da cama?&lt;br /&gt;Umas caixas com minhas bonecas de infância.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Uma frase?&lt;br /&gt;Há! A da Jana é perfeita:&lt;br /&gt;"As oportunidades nunca são perdidas:&lt;br /&gt;alguém vai aproveitar as que você perdeu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Qual o livro você está lendo?&lt;br /&gt;não estou lendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Uma saudade?&lt;br /&gt;Subir em goiabeiras!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Uma característica?&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo ficar quieta por muito tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. De que pessoa recebeu este questionário?&lt;br /&gt;Janinha... minha ex-PROF FANTA! AMOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Quem acha q vai responder mais rápido?&lt;br /&gt;não tenho a mínima idéia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Aquele q com certeza irá te responder?&lt;br /&gt;Só sei que enviarei por e-mail, mas não sei nem quem irei escolher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1397140663247482115-4108128309089097474?l=filodasofia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/feeds/4108128309089097474/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1397140663247482115&amp;postID=4108128309089097474' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/4108128309089097474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/4108128309089097474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/2008/05/maldio.html' title='Maldição'/><author><name>.:FILO DA SOFIA:..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377832467207465743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/ScB9KG6ZEqI/AAAAAAAAACc/kjBGu7xTuqU/S220/200453198-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/SCERUMIYiUI/AAAAAAAAABE/1VCtdVMC_rc/s72-c/dark_castle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397140663247482115.post-5228811570777472987</id><published>2008-05-05T16:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:31:10.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/SB-UBsIYiTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wQBM3NKwEfM/s1600-h/1209944717_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 369px; height: 276px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/SB-UBsIYiTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wQBM3NKwEfM/s320/1209944717_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197035251755944242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só estando lá para saber...&lt;br /&gt;VALEU MEU INTERRRRRRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1397140663247482115-5228811570777472987?l=filodasofia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/feeds/5228811570777472987/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1397140663247482115&amp;postID=5228811570777472987' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/5228811570777472987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/5228811570777472987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/2008/05/1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8.html' title='1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8'/><author><name>.:FILO DA SOFIA:..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377832467207465743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/ScB9KG6ZEqI/AAAAAAAAACc/kjBGu7xTuqU/S220/200453198-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/SB-UBsIYiTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wQBM3NKwEfM/s72-c/1209944717_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397140663247482115.post-8191659682772543760</id><published>2008-05-05T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:31:10.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3xAMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/SB7h58IYiRI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qknMMaSe2TQ/s1600-h/19270_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/SB7h58IYiRI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qknMMaSe2TQ/s320/19270_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196839405542213906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assisti ontem. Muito bom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 amores e suas dificuldades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É, minhas teorias não mudaram: relacionamentos são muito complicados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu, quero algo de verdade, a jóia verdadeira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde será que ela está?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1397140663247482115-8191659682772543760?l=filodasofia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/feeds/8191659682772543760/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1397140663247482115&amp;postID=8191659682772543760' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/8191659682772543760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/8191659682772543760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/2008/05/3xamor.html' title='3xAMOR'/><author><name>.:FILO DA SOFIA:..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377832467207465743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/ScB9KG6ZEqI/AAAAAAAAACc/kjBGu7xTuqU/S220/200453198-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/SB7h58IYiRI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qknMMaSe2TQ/s72-c/19270_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397140663247482115.post-85092723356143566</id><published>2008-04-28T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T18:46:43.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Critérios"</title><content type='html'>É, não adianta vim com papinhos. Para mim, se é para namorar, tem que colocar no orkut, fazer testemunho e tudo mais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oras, como poderia ter um relacionamento sério, de um dia casar e ter filhos com quem que nem um testemunhozinho se prestou a fazer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é, cheguei a esta conclusão depois de conversar com uma amiga que engravidou do  namorado. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai, sério... eles nem completaram um ano juntos  - nem se vendo com uma certa freqüência - e quando se viam, era briga certa! =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah não! Capaz que eu, mesmo que por acidente, daria um filho para uma pessoa que eu brigo muito. Um filho não irá resolver e o bebê não deverá ser responsabilizado por qualquer rumo que o relacionamento tome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que eu gostasse do carinha, acho que eu seria capaz de tirar a criança sem avisar. Sério! Pq eu teria um filho de um relacionamento "torto"? Colocar um inocente no mundo para  compartilhar  comigo deste sofrimento? Bem capaz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tah, tudo bem, não tenho grandes experiências... mas é o que eu acho. Talvez, vivenciando a situação - sentindo latejando as emoções eu faça exatamente ao contrário do que eu penso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1397140663247482115-85092723356143566?l=filodasofia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/feeds/85092723356143566/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1397140663247482115&amp;postID=85092723356143566' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/85092723356143566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/85092723356143566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/2008/04/namorados.html' title='&quot;Critérios&quot;'/><author><name>.:FILO DA SOFIA:..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377832467207465743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/ScB9KG6ZEqI/AAAAAAAAACc/kjBGu7xTuqU/S220/200453198-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1397140663247482115.post-8687745142751173954</id><published>2008-04-28T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T18:27:13.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"As oportunidades nunca são perdidas: alguém vai aproveitar as que você perdeu."</title><content type='html'>Por vezes, um certo alguém deixava de fazer o que deveria, e eu, por consequência, ficava muito chateada: chorava, jogava games do cel, ia assistir tv, ia para o banheiro refletir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, com minha experiência, tomo outra atitude: Não fez? Não me atucano... Simplesmente busco outra pessoa que o faça!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos saem satisfeitos... e o retorno e aquela sensação de que "está perdendo" algo fica para quem deixou de cumprir com suas obrigações comigo. Mesmo eu não falando para tal pessoa o ocorrido, pois não adianta: os chifres sempre serão sentidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho dito!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1397140663247482115-8687745142751173954?l=filodasofia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/feeds/8687745142751173954/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1397140663247482115&amp;postID=8687745142751173954' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/8687745142751173954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1397140663247482115/posts/default/8687745142751173954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filodasofia.blogspot.com/2008/04/as-oportunidades-nunca-so-perdidas.html' title='&quot;As oportunidades nunca são perdidas: alguém vai aproveitar as que você perdeu.&quot;'/><author><name>.:FILO DA SOFIA:..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377832467207465743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmlDIZ4L0Xg/ScB9KG6ZEqI/AAAAAAAAACc/kjBGu7xTuqU/S220/200453198-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
