<?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-6533466008534701093</id><updated>2012-03-06T16:54:27.946-03:00</updated><category term='farmácia'/><category term='lei'/><category term='USP'/><category term='AMORCRUSP'/><category term='camarim'/><category term='swu'/><category term='tortura'/><category term='Foo Fighters'/><category term='república'/><category term='what do you want from me'/><category term='provas'/><category term='Everytime I Die'/><category term='ftsk'/><category term='álcool'/><category term='Four Year Strong'/><category term='animal'/><category term='faculdade'/><category term='aniversário'/><category term='New Found Glory'/><category term='forever the sickest kids'/><category term='XLive Music Festival'/><category term='química'/><category term='COSEAS'/><category term='parabéns'/><category term='bebida'/><category term='The Best Of  You'/><title type='text'>Believe Me, I'm NOT Lying</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>125</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-4981754091724542554</id><published>2012-02-26T03:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-26T13:53:05.161-03:00</updated><title type='text'>This Time Last Year II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ano passado, essa hora, eu estava passando uma noite que na minha cabeça tinha sido a melhor de todas, com alguém que eu tinha me apegado e pensando que aquilo ainda duraria muito. Hoje eu mal sei o que esse alguém faz da vida, como está, se emagreceu, se tá mais bonito ou se mudou de casa. Não representa muita coisa pra mim, apenas um nome na minha história, com diversas lembranças boas associadas e um término trágico.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Três meses depois eu estava falando com um outro cara e achando que aquele sim seria o homem da minha vida. Larguei tudo que eu tava vivendo, rolês, amigos, faculdade algumas vezes, minha liberdade e um cara maravilhoso por ele. Parecia a coisa mais certa do mundo. E eu já não pensava mais tanto no cara do ano passado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Há três meses atrás eu descobria que o 'homem da minha vida' estava com outra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Agora eu tô me sentindo uma porcaria porque&amp;nbsp;olhando pra um ano inteiro decorrido, os relacionamentos só me fizeram mais e mais infeliz. E hoje não consegui me encontrar com um dos caras que me faz esquecer um pouco disso, e vê-lo vai ser ainda mais difícil com o semestre começando e... :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Esse post é um desabafo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-4981754091724542554?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/4981754091724542554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2012/02/this-time-last-year-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/4981754091724542554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/4981754091724542554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2012/02/this-time-last-year-ii.html' title='This Time Last Year II'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-6043218882327350310</id><published>2012-02-14T13:35:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T13:36:08.276-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bem, Meu Bem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu achei que em algum ponto dessas férias estaríamos novamente juntos, aproveitando o tempo livre pra dividir e compartilhar nosso amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu jurei que nossos corpos estariam encostados, seus lábios encontrariam os meus centenas de vezes ao dia, você fosse tocar e eu fosse cantar pra você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu pensei que poderíamos ser um só novamente, no meio das tardes, noites e madrugadas que passaríamos a sós, nos sentindo e dando prazer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu imaginei que fosse descansar nos teus braços, achar alívio e aconchego no teu corpo, da mesma maneira que eu estava disposta a te proporcionar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu desejei que sua voz viesse a sussurrar no meu ouvido coisas boas de escutar, e desejei que a minha formasse gemidos provocados por ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu planejei nós dois deitados com a pelúcia que você me deu, celebrando juntos aquele sentimento que você disse que iria ser pra sempre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lte2fasKX21qlajizo1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lte2fasKX21qlajizo1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bem, meu bem, as únicas coisas que parecem ser eternas aqui são seu orgulho e desprezo, os quais matam um pedacinho de mim a cada dia. Talvez você queira mesmo é me ver morrer por completo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-6043218882327350310?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/6043218882327350310/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2012/02/bem-meu-bem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/6043218882327350310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/6043218882327350310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2012/02/bem-meu-bem.html' title='Bem, Meu Bem.'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-7244045899740369469</id><published>2012-02-09T19:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T19:38:31.123-02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Past Two Weeks</title><content type='html'>Muitas e muitas coisas aconteceram. Não lembro de uma época em que tenha conhecido tanta gente nova e agradável. E todas as pessoas que me conhecem sabem que sou uma 'viciada' em pessoas, conhecer cada vez mais humanos é prazeroso. Diria que sou o contrário de antissocial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu pus em prática planos que estavam no papel há tempos. Conheci Lipe e Julian, dos #SBs extremamente legais e prestativos que me levaram pra vários rolês canábicos e têm sido duas das pessoas que mais vejo no dia-a-dia. Num desses dias, mais precisamente quinta retrasada, saímos pra Porduça, fomos ao cinema, shoppings (plural mesmo), demos um rolê imenso por Sampa e foi muito bom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também fiquei na casa da Gabriela um fim de semana inteiro, saímos, vimos um show Rockabilly animal, mil fotos, drinks e inúmeras risadas. Comprar mais um corset. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas bom, tô com preguiça de falar tudo. Na outra quinta, rolê high society, gente fina, várias SMS engraçadas. Sexta, dub, ser parada na Paulista pra ser elogiada, night out. Sábado, um milhão de convites, resolver ir no ultimo deles e se divertir como se fosse o último dia. Queimaduras no rosto fazendo arte, noite maravilhosa, novos amigos, gente engraçada e um ótimo lugar pra dormir. Acordar com mais lugares a ir, mais drinks ótimos, mais risadas e muito calor. Truco! Mercado, perfume bom, beber no Minhocão 23:30pm, voltar pra casa no carro lotado. Pera, eu disse casa? Errado! Mais uma noite fora, já esquecendo como é minha cama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segunda, dormir de novo na Gabriela. Terça, dormir no Mantha, sair de madrugada, voltar toda maluca. E todos esses dias, auto-escola, mais um monte de pessoas simpáticas. E ontem, finalmente, renunciar à celebração do trote e ser feliz na minha caminha. Não tanto, porque os mosquitos nao me dão paz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E hoje? Hoje deve ter mais. E esse é o motivo pelo qual estou saindo da internet e indo viver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-7244045899740369469?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/7244045899740369469/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2012/02/past-two-weeks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/7244045899740369469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/7244045899740369469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2012/02/past-two-weeks.html' title='The Past Two Weeks'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-1942329428430557241</id><published>2012-01-31T18:39:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T18:39:45.126-02:00</updated><title type='text'>why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/403649_10150513965526693_115355596692_9068719_634407950_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/403649_10150513965526693_115355596692_9068719_634407950_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se tivéssemos feito isso, amor, eu ainda poderia te chamar assim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-1942329428430557241?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/1942329428430557241/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2012/01/why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/1942329428430557241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/1942329428430557241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2012/01/why.html' title='why?'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-4264794797090761692</id><published>2012-01-20T16:59:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T17:18:19.400-02:00</updated><title type='text'>To Make It Right</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É estranho, mas nos últimos tempos, me bateu uma vontade estranha e diferente de tudo que eu já pensei na vida. Eu olho pro passado, tanto o recente como o antigo mesmo, e vejo que me faltou disposição para fazer O CERTO. E nos últimos dias, venho pensado tanto nisso, e o desejo de começar a tentar fazer tudo da maneira mais certa possível tá crescendo cada dia mais.&amp;nbsp;Eu sei que isso é impossível e que algumas coisas fogem do controle, mas aquele lance do '&lt;i&gt;logo eu, que sempre achei legal ser o tal errado&lt;/i&gt;', já não consigo mais viver assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por mais que as loucuras continuem, eu me mantenha fazendo coisas que outros não tem coragem ou disposição pra fazer, e que parecem erradas aos olhos da maioria, eu estou na intenção de minimizar todos os erros e machucar o menos possível a mim e ao mundo inteiro. Pensando duas vezes antes de um ato, de uma palavra. Não tomando decisões precipitadas, nem decidindo coisas com raiva ou nervosa. E eu pretendo fazer isso cada vez mais. Não deixar que outras pessoas, que o álcool, ou as circunstâncias me levem a ter atitudes que eu não teria, fazer coisas que eu não faria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tá na hora de dar um basta nos arrependimentos. E viver. E esse é o motivo que eu não vou vingar a dor que me fazem sentir, que vou escolher melhor quem fica do meu lado e quem vai embora, que eu estou programando uma viagem incrível e que eu vou dar tempo ao tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É mais certo que as coisas estejam do jeito que estão. Meu próximo semestre vai ser o mais duro da vida, e se até lá nada tiver mudado, ele vai fazer com que essa angústia toda passe. Foi péssimo tudo ter acontecido agora porque tenho muito tempo pra pensar, e arquitetar planos e imaginar coisas que poderiam e iriam acontecer. Mas nada como uns poucos bons amigos, trabalho, compromissos e algumas histórias pra contar, pra fazer tudo ficar melhor e valer a pena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E assim, eu começo de novo. &lt;i&gt;Harder, better, faster, stronger.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-4264794797090761692?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/4264794797090761692/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2012/01/to-make-it-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/4264794797090761692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/4264794797090761692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2012/01/to-make-it-right.html' title='To Make It Right'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-4540687246498356407</id><published>2012-01-16T18:55:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T18:56:47.776-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Found Glory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='XLive Music Festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Four Year Strong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everytime I Die'/><title type='text'>Nova Glória Encontrada com Força de Quatro Anos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dando continuação à incrível jornada de férias, sexta voltei de madrugada pra São Paulo a fim de encontrar a banda mais legal do planeta, Four Year Strong. Cheguei cedo, vim pra casa, dormi um pouco e saí pra vê-los no hotel. Tirando a parte dos ônibus não passarem nunca e eu ter me atrasado a little, chegar lá e ver o Dan a uma parede de vidro foi MUITO louco. Meu coração ia sair pela boca. A primeira pessoa que falei foi com o Steve, fui falando com os caras do New Found Glory e finalmente com os FYS.&amp;nbsp;Joe é tão simpático e sorridente, daquele tipo que você nem percebe que ele é um cara de banda, com alguma fama e tal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eles saíram pra comer e eu acabei indo junto, Chad do meu lado, Dan em frente a mim, tudo muito lindo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ao voltar, encontrei meus GRANDES amigos Mantha, Tah, Gabs, e os meninos de SBC que são uma graça.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fiquei muito louca, 420 + breja, fome da porra, mais 420 no quarto de não sei quem, dormir (capotar).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No outro dia, galeria, casa do Mirto, Jack, Carioca. E eu ainda precisava de um banho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheguei com o ETID quase começando. Na frente do pico, um monte de amigos, alguns bêbados, abraços apertados e &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everytime I Die me surpreendeu, muita energia no palco, um show legal também. Mas quando o FYS entrou, eu ali, tão pertinho, fui à loucura. O sonho estava finalmente se realizando. MUITO suor, cabelos molhados, maquiagem fudida e falta de voz depois &amp;nbsp;foram consequências mínimas, perto do que eu tinha acabado de viver. Maniac tocou e foi aquela coisa: 'suja a roupa mas lava a alma'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Encontrá-los depois, a vergonha de pedir uma foto, um autógrafo, é a sina da minha vida. Terminado tudo, eu, Mantha e Mirto no hotel, encontramos alguns caras no lobby. Chad enrolado na toalha, cena engraçada de se ver. Não mais engraçada que encoxar o Dan no elevador.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Todo mundo morrendo de sono, bolar um pastel, fumar e mimir. Acordar CEDO no outro dia, ter que ouvir o roadie do ETID dizer que tinha uma barricada de garotas nele, e dar risada disso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rolê pra voltar pra casa, chegar em casa e decidir VIAJAR ATÉ O RIO porque um show não fora suficiente. Sem dormir, com uma bolsa e muita coragem, sair pruma viagem de 6 horas sem muita certeza de nada, mas confiante que tudo suscederia bem. E de fato. Cheguei no Rio de Janeiro chuvoso (como toda vez que resolvo ir pra lá), rodoviária é um lugar bizarro, né. Peguei um bus pra Lapa e desci nos Arcos. Logo achei o lugar, e achei amigos tbm. Gêmeo e Ranner estavam lá, Maria me achou logo depois, toda surpresa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Encontramos o Mirto, com a Ju (aquela linda!), entramos e colamos na grade. O FYS tocou de novo, e a mesma sensação de estar enlouquecendo tomou conta de mim. Valeu cada centavo e cada minuto das mais de 12 horas viajando. E sentir o resto da galera vibrando loucamente, ao som da sua banda preferida, não tem preço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Depois desse show encontrei também a Jade, lindíssima. E fui atrás das fotos com o NFG. Tudo certo e resolvido, voltei pra pista, ver o show do NFG, que tava lindo de novo. Assisti uma parte do show com o Matheus, vi a galera invadir o palco loooucamente, o show acabou e eu fui arranjar uma água e despedir do Milton e da Maria. Ainda encontrei mais algumas pessoas legais, Chad foi me dar a palheta, já estava quase na hora de voltar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas o que fazer pra voltar? Taxi? Andar até o ponto era perigoso. Bus? No way. Na busca por uma ajuda, encontrei um dos caras da casa que me deu uma carona (THANK GOD!) até a rodoviária, alma metaleira e boa no meu caminho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tudo certo na volta, comi um cheese burger, coisa que não fazia desde o show do Millencolin, acho. E cheguei moída em São Paulo, sem condições de trabalhar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Portanto, essa sou eu, comendo granola pura, relatando um fim de semana bizarro, com preguiça de ir bandejar.&amp;nbsp;As fotos vão depois. E se eu devo muitos 'obrigados' e talvez alguns 'desculpa' é pro Mirto, que fez isso tudo acontecer, proporcionou felicidade a mim e a todos os fãs que estavam lá, também. Obrigadíssima, boludo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;E depois de tudo acabar, ainda volta aquela falta, aquela vontade de fazer alguém feliz, aquele parzinho de lágrimas. E a pergunta de sempre: 'por que você não está aqui?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-4540687246498356407?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/4540687246498356407/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2012/01/nova-gloria-encontrada-com-forca-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/4540687246498356407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/4540687246498356407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2012/01/nova-gloria-encontrada-com-forca-de.html' title='Nova Glória Encontrada com Força de Quatro Anos.'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-568063382020308366</id><published>2012-01-12T10:04:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T10:11:54.829-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ontem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c; font-size: large;"&gt;"Todo dia de manhã é nostalgia das besteiras que fizemos ontem"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font-size: x-small;"=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c; font-size: x-small;"&gt;O Teatro Mágico - De Ontem em Diante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font-size:&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Essa frase não se aplica a hoje. Finalmente. É engraçado acordar um dia e toda a dor ter ido embora. Passar um dia inteiro sem se sentristecer, cheia de paz. Resolvi coisas da vida, tive tempo de sobra pra pensar nela e não pensei em clamar porque você não tá aqui. Se lembrei foi só pra comentar algo sobre gente que come muita carne, ou gostar de moda. Nenhuma lamentação. Nenhuma dor. Nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem fui dar um jeito no cabelo. De começo achei que tava fazendo merda, mas depois vi que tinha ficado ótimo. E vai ser bem mais fácil cuidar dele agora. Fechei minha conta do Bradesco também, tirei a grana que tava nela e pelo menos não vou morrer sem grana esse mês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/408822_2959675348726_1166807074_33171774_1615933704_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/408822_2959675348726_1166807074_33171774_1615933704_n.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E algo que eu gostei muito ontem foi ter assistido um filme com meu irmão. O homem que mais amo no mundo. Abraçá-lo na cama, e ver &lt;b&gt;Toy Story 2&lt;/b&gt; (que eu nunca tinha assistido, foi ótimo) &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dormir e sonhar com outras pessoas, em outros lugares. Acordar e pensar em um som do T. Mills. Até tinha me esquecido como era.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-568063382020308366?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/568063382020308366/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2012/01/ontem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/568063382020308366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/568063382020308366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2012/01/ontem.html' title='Ontem...'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-6080694656368088267</id><published>2012-01-10T20:30:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T20:33:26.771-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Play.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É engraçado, só vir pra Minas que viro &lt;i&gt;rap lover&lt;/i&gt;. Nessa viagem estou ouvindo o rapper de apartamento mais fofo do planeta, &lt;b&gt;T.Mills&lt;/b&gt;, 22 anos. Muito sexo nas letras &lt;b&gt;=9&lt;/b&gt; . Tinha um certo preconceito com ele, mas o último CD me fez cair de amores pelos sons, principalmente &lt;i&gt;Scandalous&lt;/i&gt;, 'batida pra fazer um sexo sem compromisso', como diria o &lt;a href="https://twitter.com/#!/YgorAndrezo/"&gt;@ygorandrezo&lt;/a&gt;. O vídeo vai a seguir.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;E eu penso muita coisa louca com esse som.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/p9rSFjmDdTA/0.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p9rSFjmDdTA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p9rSFjmDdTA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Outro rapper, natural smoker e um dos caras mais apreciados pelos 4evinteiros do mundo todo, &lt;b&gt;Wiz Khalifa&lt;/b&gt;, caiu no meu gosto também, com &lt;i&gt;Young, Wild and Free&lt;/i&gt;. Essa tem participação do &lt;b&gt;Snoop Dogg&lt;/b&gt; e do &lt;b&gt;Bruno Mars,&lt;/b&gt; tem a batida mais gostosa do mundo, e eu ouvi ao entrar no site de camisetas &lt;a href="http://www.420friends.com.br/"&gt;420friends&lt;/a&gt;, que são uma graça. O som tá aí embaixo, eu só tô fazendo esse post pra não me esquecer de baixar a discografia de cada um quando eu voltar pra Sampa, a internet tá ridícula aqui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/2GCrMeL7E_s/0.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2GCrMeL7E_s&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2GCrMeL7E_s&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-6080694656368088267?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/6080694656368088267/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2012/01/play.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/6080694656368088267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/6080694656368088267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2012/01/play.html' title='Play.'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-4508835700376685478</id><published>2011-12-28T10:58:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T10:58:22.845-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Floripa e 'plane crashes'</title><content type='html'>Bom, era pra eu ir pra Florianópolis essa virada de ano. Não fui por uns motivos ridículos, mas enfim... Fato é que essa noite tive um sonho (&lt;i&gt;um sonho diferente, sonhei com um camarada que não vive mais com a gente HAHA&lt;/i&gt;) em que eu ia pra Floripa, e tenho a impressão que o brother que foi comigo é o Caio, de Alfenas. Alguém que eu trombo pra fumar um e esquecer dos problemas. Grande amigo.&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, Floripa era linda no meu sonho. Meu hotel ficava numa parte alta da cidade e eu conseguia ver a praia de lá de cima. O tempo tava nublado, e aconteceram coisas estranhas... eu não fui pra praia, aconteceram coisas estranhas no ponto de ônibus, vi um trio elétrico tocando e sendo seguido por ninguém...&lt;br /&gt;Mas o ponto alto do sonho, que ficou na minha cabeça, foi a volta. O avião deu muitos problemas, não conserguiu aterrisar e pousou numa serra, só que esta ficava dentro da cidade de São Paulo, e tinha várias pessoas reunidas, como que passando o tempo. Foi bizarro. Eu tive que pular do avião pra chegar em terra, coisas estranhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá por que tô colocando isso no blog, talvez só pra tirar isso da minha cabeça.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-4508835700376685478?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/4508835700376685478/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2011/12/floripa-e-plane-crashes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/4508835700376685478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/4508835700376685478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2011/12/floripa-e-plane-crashes.html' title='Floripa e &apos;plane crashes&apos;'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-568958129184258263</id><published>2011-12-19T21:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T21:08:34.633-02:00</updated><title type='text'>inbox, chamadas, sms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu tenho pensado com uma certa frequência sobre algo que anda acontecendo na minha vida:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Por que as pessoas nas quais eu me interesso nunca ligam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas, mais que isso:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Por que as que eu não quero nada LIGAM O TEMPO TODO?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sério, é até engraçado. Eu dei um perdido em uns caras essa semana porque parece que todo mundo que eu fiquei e não dei a mínima, resolve me procurar. Sempre. Ligam pra me chamar pra almoçar. Pra jantar. Pra uma cerveja. Fim de semana no sítio. Mas... os caras que eu gostei de conhecer continuam naquela zona '&lt;b&gt;facebook chat-dias sem se falar-facebook chat&lt;/b&gt;' ou algo assim. Não que eu esteja reclamando. É só uma constatação. Porque eu ajo exatamente da mesma forma com todos eles. Ou seja, nunca vou atrás, um 'like' em algo interessante do facebook. Nada mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Já me passou pela cabeça algo como 'os interessantes nao te ligam porque eles são interessantes'. Mas o fato é que &lt;b&gt;nem sempre me interesso pelo interessante&lt;/b&gt;. Às vezes o critério é outro e eu acabo pensando &lt;i&gt;'poxa, é um babaca mas é tão legal de conviver/sair/whatever&lt;/i&gt;'. E nem esse babaca dá as caras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vai entender, se pá o problema é em mim mesmo. HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-568958129184258263?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/568958129184258263/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2011/12/inbox-chamadas-sms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/568958129184258263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/568958129184258263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2011/12/inbox-chamadas-sms.html' title='inbox, chamadas, sms'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-4075602317997020130</id><published>2011-11-30T21:13:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T21:14:34.638-02:00</updated><title type='text'>e você vai ler.</title><content type='html'>I'm just &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;ready to give up on you&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(acho que preciso lutar mais)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will be through with you&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt; (é o que eu gostaria)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A change that i would not have expected to occur&lt;br /&gt;And every time that I look at you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;(na verdade, que penso em você)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reminded of what&amp;nbsp;we have been through&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt; (algo em nós foi tão bom)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This routine has become so tiring &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;(é... acho que pra você também)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im at a loss for words&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt; (...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause its so hard, so hard &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;(SO HARD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have lost control&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt; (e eu nunca queria que isso tivesse acontecido)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was never as easy as it was before you and i lost touch&lt;br /&gt;This might sounds crazy &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;(eu sei que não parece tão louco assim)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;b&gt; i don't know &lt;/b&gt;how to let you go&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt; (e eu sei que não devia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to keep on fighting&lt;br /&gt;When all you know is losing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;(e talvez tudo que eu conheço seja você)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you how its been these 2 weeks&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt; (nossa, essa letra é tão real)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been a &lt;b&gt;living hell &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;(acho que você já sabe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overcoming the fact that this would never be&lt;br /&gt;Dont tell me it was that easy &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;(você faz parece que é fácil pra ti e é isso que mata por dentro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give up on something that you never fought for&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt; (eu sei que a gente lutou)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe &lt;b&gt;we could&amp;nbsp;take some time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt; (eu queria muito tempo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think about what we should do&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt; (pra pensar e ficar junto de novo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have said that we could have had &lt;b&gt;the best of times&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;(na verdade, nós tivemos os melhores momentos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have changed since you and me lost that something we had&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt; (e esse 'something' é o amor mais bonito que eu já vi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Espero que tu possa ler isso algum dia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-4075602317997020130?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/4075602317997020130/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2011/11/e-voce-vai-ler.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/4075602317997020130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/4075602317997020130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2011/11/e-voce-vai-ler.html' title='e você vai ler.'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-6374357192417773157</id><published>2011-11-18T02:52:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T02:52:04.876-02:00</updated><title type='text'>futuro</title><content type='html'>Talvez eu me arrependa profundamente das decisões que estou tomando. Não fico nessa de só arrepender do que não fiz, porque já fiz merda demais dessa vida, que me trazem consequências seríssimas todos os dias.&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora estou dispensando alguém que me ama pra talvez ficar sozinha pra sempre. Isso não é drama, só eu sei o que se passa comigo pra acreditar piamente que não haverá outro alguém.&lt;br /&gt;O problema é que esse amor que ele sente por mim, não é mais só amor. É uma obsessão, opressora, pesada, uma paixão maluca incapaz de ver problemas e enxergar além da relação. Algo que tapa os olhos e cega. E eu tenho medo dessa coisa doentia. Por isso tô saindo disso.&lt;br /&gt;De uma vez.&lt;br /&gt;E espero manter a palavra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-6374357192417773157?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/6374357192417773157/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2011/11/futuro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/6374357192417773157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/6374357192417773157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2011/11/futuro.html' title='futuro'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-7535370788395849321</id><published>2011-11-15T23:50:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T01:42:21.418-02:00</updated><title type='text'>quando acaba.</title><content type='html'>Um fim de semana, um feriado, um término.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outra pessoa, outro lugar, outro momento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-7535370788395849321?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/7535370788395849321/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2011/11/quando-acaba.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/7535370788395849321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/7535370788395849321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2011/11/quando-acaba.html' title='quando acaba.'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-6350701786752194717</id><published>2011-11-15T20:35:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T20:35:34.104-02:00</updated><title type='text'>'cuz we all have a darker side'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/LpIL57KevnI/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LpIL57KevnI&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LpIL57KevnI&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And everybody wants to hide their secrets away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nobody wants to stand up to the pain...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Visto o nome desse blog, esse post é contraditório.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-6350701786752194717?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/6350701786752194717/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2011/11/cuz-we-all-have-darker-side.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/6350701786752194717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/6350701786752194717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2011/11/cuz-we-all-have-darker-side.html' title='&apos;cuz we all have a darker side&apos;'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-7213168976672613048</id><published>2011-09-29T02:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T02:59:09.510-03:00</updated><title type='text'>January River</title><content type='html'>O Rio de Janeiro &lt;strike&gt;continua lindo&lt;/strike&gt; NUNCA ESTEVE TÃO LINDO quanto dessa vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de um medinho de perder a hora no embarque, fiz um&amp;nbsp;vôo tranquilo, falei com o chefe dos comissários da Gol, peguei umas idéias e&amp;nbsp;cheguei no calorzinho da tarde de sexta na Cidade Maravilhosa. Com pouco tempo peguei um bus, fui até a Ilha e passei no supermercadom lancei vários lances pra comer e encontrei alguém que não via há 5 anos. Fiquei na casa do meu tio, sem água (essas coisas só acontecem comigo), subi no telhado, vi tudo do binóculo, a cidade linda cheia de luz e água que estava me esperando.&lt;br /&gt;No outro dia, acordo de manhã, passo no mercado e compro o energético que vai me segurar por 25 longas horas... Pego um bus com a ajuda de uma mulher gente fina, chego na barra uma hora antes do previsto, me junto a dois caras (Igor e Ávillas, valeu bros) e encontro outros malucos (Du e DJ) pra ir pro RiR no circular. Depois de uma fila, várias cervejas, muita marola, broche, capa de chuva e o caralho, entrei nos portões, fui na montanha-russa, peguei brindes e passei longas horas na tirolesa a troco de nada. Conheci curitibanos, cantei ConeCrew, fumei vários cigarros, filosofei e depois tive que cair fora da fila.&lt;br /&gt;Um show do NxZero, fila do Bobs, se adentrar na multidão, muito esforço pra pegar um lugar melhor.&lt;br /&gt;Passa Stone Sour, passa Capital, passa Snow Patrol... Horas depois, muita sede, muita marola, o RHCP entrou, me fazendo pirar. Um maluco muito fã se juntou a mim e foi muito mais legal assitir o show com alguém que realmente curte a banda. Confesso que Throw Away Your Television me fez dançar de uma maneira meio drogada. Mas quando chegou Factory of Faith, tudo que eu tava esperando, eu cantei e me soltei como se fosse a última vez. Maggie me deixou muito louca também. Mas a desidratação foi pegando forte até que fui pedir socorro. Situações complicadas depois, saí daquela muvuca, encontrei mais pessoas, reencontrei os amigos do Terminal Alvorada e voltei amanhecendo pro mesmo pico.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de uma viagem passando pela orla da praia, desci perto do Jardim Botânico menos de 7 da matina do domingo, mochila nas costas, com fome e chuva. Foda-se. Só que quando cheguei na casa do Maurício e ele nao me atendia, fiquei no pânico e procurei alguem pra me ajudar. Santos cariocas da alma boa. Me ajudaram, eu consegui fazer com que ele me pusesse pra dentro de casa, tomei banho, fumei o fininho e dormi. Um longo sono. Acordamos, fomos pra Vista Chinesa, levei uma dura e passei cagaço, presenciei uma vista incrível, voltei pra casa e vi uma reunião dos ADM do #SB rolar, enquanto eu fumava e tombava...&lt;br /&gt;Acordei no outro dia, Maus resolveu miar o serviço e a gente foi dar uma volta na Lagoa. Fotos, risadas, mais Cone Crew, a gente voltou e ficou combinando uma saída pra caxú. Fiz a trilha mais louca da vida, cheguei numa mansão abandonada com macaquinhos, beck na maçã, cemitério de pontas, vidros e uma vista linda... voltei por dentro de uma casa, fomos embora suave, e ainda fui pra casa de um outro cara em Copa, quando pus o pé na areia, vi o Palace na brisa e fiquei pensando como a vida poderia ficar melhor. E ela ficaria.&lt;br /&gt;Acordei cedo pra voltar pra Ilha, e depois pra casa... Ganhei carona do Tony até o aeroporto, com o tempo bem melhor, cheguei em Sampa e dormi. Um sono gostoso. Nos sonhos uma reflexão de brisas, ganja e pensamentos perdidos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Factually I'm... I'm just a piece of it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-7213168976672613048?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/7213168976672613048/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2011/09/january-river.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/7213168976672613048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/7213168976672613048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2011/09/january-river.html' title='January River'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-469760094941183155</id><published>2011-09-19T17:15:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T17:15:38.361-03:00</updated><title type='text'>nail art</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f9vL-qsczxg/TneiA1lzOcI/AAAAAAAAAfA/reMb9cDAVIc/s1600/IMG_2156s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f9vL-qsczxg/TneiA1lzOcI/AAAAAAAAAfA/reMb9cDAVIc/s640/IMG_2156s.jpg" width="479" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Milani Jewel FX + Colorama Samba Juliana + Impala Branco (uma porcaria) + Risqué Isabeli Fontana Star. Embaixo o detalhe da nail art na luz natural à esq. e flash na dir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-469760094941183155?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/469760094941183155/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2011/09/nail-art.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/469760094941183155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/469760094941183155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2011/09/nail-art.html' title='nail art'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f9vL-qsczxg/TneiA1lzOcI/AAAAAAAAAfA/reMb9cDAVIc/s72-c/IMG_2156s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-1381823952497338264</id><published>2011-08-28T14:53:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T14:54:45.586-03:00</updated><title type='text'>All these demons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;They keep me UP ALL NIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/YpYhGdrknlA/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YpYhGdrknlA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="500" height="350" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YpYhGdrknlA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-1381823952497338264?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/1381823952497338264/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2011/08/all-these-demons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/1381823952497338264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/1381823952497338264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2011/08/all-these-demons.html' title='All these demons'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-6431522241325815667</id><published>2011-08-26T00:10:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T00:10:36.161-03:00</updated><title type='text'>sem noção</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seria bem melhor se eu pudesse ter assistido vocês cantarem os versos que definem minha vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.trama.com.br/tramavirtual/img/band/f_75/187789.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://media.trama.com.br/tramavirtual/img/band/f_75/187789.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-6431522241325815667?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/6431522241325815667/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2011/08/sem-nocao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/6431522241325815667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/6431522241325815667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2011/08/sem-nocao.html' title='sem noção'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-3400126957038608491</id><published>2011-08-21T20:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T20:49:35.358-03:00</updated><title type='text'>é assim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;exatamente assim que eu me sinto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;At times life is wicked and I just can't see the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;A silver lining  sometimes isn't enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;To make some wrongs seem right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;Whatever life  brings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I've been through everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;And now I'm on my knees  again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;But I know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I must go on&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I hurt&lt;b&gt; I must be  strong&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;Because inside I know that many feel this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;Children don't  stop dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;Believe you can fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;Away... away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;At times&lt;b&gt; life's  unfair&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know it's plain to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;Hey God I know I'm just a dot in  this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;Have you forgot about me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;Whatever life brings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;I've been  through everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;And now I'm on my knees again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;Am I hiding in the shadows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Forget the pain and forget the  sorrows&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/As8gVOUzLCc" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-3400126957038608491?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/3400126957038608491/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2011/08/e-assim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/3400126957038608491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/3400126957038608491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2011/08/e-assim.html' title='é assim'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/As8gVOUzLCc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-928049433051964045</id><published>2011-08-17T23:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T23:02:32.516-03:00</updated><title type='text'>painless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TCjYWQiNAOw/TkxyROAVl1I/AAAAAAAAAe0/DktWSWEPxlw/s1600/die.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="487" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TCjYWQiNAOw/TkxyROAVl1I/AAAAAAAAAe0/DktWSWEPxlw/s640/die.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-928049433051964045?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/928049433051964045/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2011/08/painless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/928049433051964045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/928049433051964045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2011/08/painless.html' title='painless'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TCjYWQiNAOw/TkxyROAVl1I/AAAAAAAAAe0/DktWSWEPxlw/s72-c/die.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-696562005588925514</id><published>2011-08-05T15:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T15:15:53.905-03:00</updated><title type='text'>#onemonth</title><content type='html'>Um mês atrás eu estava mal. Eu sentia dor, eu estava triste, eu chorava. E você me fez sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;Um mês atrás eu sentia que nada iria melhorar, que estava tudo perdido. E você me ajudou a me encontrar.&lt;br /&gt;Um mês atrás eu pensava que ficaria sozinha, e que iria te perder. E você ficou do meu lado, mesmo longe.&lt;br /&gt;Um mês atrás era madrugada, fazia frio e queria alguém junto de mim. E você me fez sentir como se estivesse lá.&lt;br /&gt;Um mês atrás eu surpreendi a mim mesma por me entregar a algo novo. E você nao me decepcionou.&lt;br /&gt;Um mês atrás eu aceitei seu pedido. E tô feliz por isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um mês parece pouco, eu sei. Mas eu quero você, pelo próximo, pelo outro também.&lt;br /&gt;Que dós dois continuemos nos querendo.&lt;br /&gt;Amém.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-696562005588925514?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/696562005588925514/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2011/08/onemonth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/696562005588925514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/696562005588925514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2011/08/onemonth.html' title='#onemonth'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-2947938679545132417</id><published>2011-07-29T01:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T01:59:32.502-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Porta</title><content type='html'>Uma porta.&lt;br /&gt;Fechada com trincas grandes e pesadas.&lt;br /&gt;Sem maçaneta do lado de fora.&lt;br /&gt;Porta grossa, cedro maciço.&lt;br /&gt;Somente o dono sabe o que ela esconde, protege, guarda.&lt;br /&gt;Somente o dono pode lhe revelar.&lt;br /&gt;Uma porta que se aberta, traz imensas surpresas.&lt;br /&gt;Surpresas alegres, supresas tristes.&lt;br /&gt;Ou difíceis. Mas geralmente surpreendentes.&lt;br /&gt;A porta pela qual não se ouve ruídos.&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de que do lado de dentro, o movimento é intenso.&lt;br /&gt;Uma porta que protege segredos.&lt;br /&gt;A entrada por ela só é dada&lt;br /&gt;Aos que lutaram.&lt;br /&gt;Aos que merecem o conteúdo.&lt;br /&gt;E por ela só pode passar uma pessoa por vez.&lt;br /&gt;A pessoa que desfrutará sozinha de tudo o que a porta&lt;br /&gt;pode oferecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você atravessou essa porta.&lt;br /&gt;Ela se abriu, e fechou atrás de ti.&lt;br /&gt;Agora tudo o que está lá dentro&amp;nbsp;é seu.&lt;br /&gt;E é bom.&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe com que todas as tempestades,&lt;br /&gt;os as batidas lá fora,&lt;br /&gt;te faça sair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-2947938679545132417?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/2947938679545132417/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2011/07/porta.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/2947938679545132417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/2947938679545132417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2011/07/porta.html' title='A Porta'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-1623217672148554493</id><published>2011-07-07T12:22:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T12:26:11.745-03:00</updated><title type='text'>aciclovir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nm3K4aGcKCs/ThXQAiTjtJI/AAAAAAAAAXY/pTht6FvSDZc/s1600/aSAs.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nm3K4aGcKCs/ThXQAiTjtJI/AAAAAAAAAXY/pTht6FvSDZc/s1600/aSAs.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pra fazer parar essa droga que tá me assolando e acabando com minha auto-estima.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-1623217672148554493?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/1623217672148554493/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2011/07/aciclovir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/1623217672148554493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/1623217672148554493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2011/07/aciclovir.html' title='aciclovir'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nm3K4aGcKCs/ThXQAiTjtJI/AAAAAAAAAXY/pTht6FvSDZc/s72-c/aSAs.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-2163496736104278798</id><published>2011-06-04T19:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T19:25:21.430-03:00</updated><title type='text'>my life changed</title><content type='html'>desde a última vez que postei aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu passei vários, VÁRIOS perrengues. Alguns relacionados a amigos, outros a faculdade, mas nenhum comparado com a &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;tensão &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;em pensar que uma gravidez poderia ser real e as medidas drásticas que eu teria que tomar se fosse verdade. Mas não foi. Teste negativo e vamos em frente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu perdi um amigo. Talvez a pessoa mais presente na minha vida no último ano. Alguém que eu adorava ficar perto, ajudar, que eu sei que decepcionei, mas que eu não esperava que fosse me tirar de perto por motivos que nem foram explicados e que talvez eu morra sem entender. Cada palavra que foi dita e cada momento perto dela poderia ser lembrado como coisas boas, nao fosse a humilhação e os desentendimentos dos nossos três últimos dias de convívio. Eu sinto falta, de poder contar e partilhar as tantas coisas, da amizade que estava por trás de tudo que eu fazia. Eu vejo tanta coisa acontecendo e por mais que eu saiba que algum dia fiz parte disso, hoje eu me sinto muito distante, e triste por isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu conheci uma pessoa legal. Que mudou muito em tudo que eu vinha fazendo e o que ainda está por vir. Alguém que é mais presente pra mim estando há 1000km que pessoas que convivem comigo diariamente, que se importa e que vem sendo pra mim o melhor, dia após dia. Eu realmente não posso prever o que ainda vai acontecer, mas eu espero que seja bom a ponto de nos manter perto por bastante tempo. Sabe-se lá se é ele o cara que eu estive procurando esse tempo todo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, amigos me foram muito úteis, eu agradeço a cada dia por eles. Eu parei de fumar cigarro. Eu manerei na ganja. Mas lutei por ela numa loucura frenética da Marcha. Eu vi meus queridos texanos mais uma vez, talvez pra nunca mais. Conheci mais pessoas legais, vi amigos super-expurgo se apaixonarem e achei muito lindo, comprei presentes pra pessoas que adoro. Comecei um regime, comprei umas coisas novas pra mim, voltei a importar coisas com frequência, recebi mais um auxílio da faculdade. Isso tudo me deixa mais feliz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-2163496736104278798?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/2163496736104278798/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-life-changed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/2163496736104278798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/2163496736104278798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-life-changed.html' title='my life changed'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-5556418272792935818</id><published>2011-05-16T14:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T14:18:31.380-03:00</updated><title type='text'>procrastinated before,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;fucking panic now.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meu professor mandou um esquema com perguntas que poderiam estar na prova amanhã, pra exemplificar como as questões serão. E eu surtei. Aqui Vão elas:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. O reflexo miotático (ou de estiramento, como o reflexo patelar) produz ativação dos motoneurônios alfa quando o músculo esquelético é &lt;u&gt;alongado&lt;/u&gt; fisiologicamente, por exemplo pela gravidade. No entanto, os receptores do fuso muscular, que medeiam este arco reflexo, funcionam também durante a &lt;u&gt;contração&lt;/u&gt; muscular voluntária (onde há um &lt;u&gt;encurtamento&lt;/u&gt; do músculo). Porque e como isso acontece? Esquematize o circuito envolvido.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18.0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. Um bloqueio &lt;u&gt;permanente&lt;/u&gt; dos receptores da dopamina nos núcleos da base produz limitação dos movimentos, porque isso reduz a atividade dos circuitos que facilitam o movimento e aumenta a atividade dos circuitos que limitam o movimento dentro dos núcleos da base. Pensando nesses circuitos, cite e justifique duas manobras que permitem que esse quadro seja corrigido/melhorado.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18.0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;3. A pupila dilata-se em situações de medo e raiva e em situações de baixa luminosidade. Os mesmos circuitos operam nos dois casos? Justifique.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18.0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18.0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;4. Quais as consequências de uma secção completa do tronco encefálico abaixo do bulbo sobre o ciclo sono-sono REM-vigília (imagine um indivíduo tetraplégico)? Justifique. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Na real, QUE PORRA?&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-5556418272792935818?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/5556418272792935818/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2011/05/procrastinated-before.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/5556418272792935818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/5556418272792935818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2011/05/procrastinated-before.html' title='procrastinated before,'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-9109114919965514233</id><published>2011-05-09T23:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T23:23:45.047-03:00</updated><title type='text'>MG e peripécias</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;C de calcinha, Q de queijo, V de velha, M de morre, V de 'vai se entregar pra mim ♪', L de Lena, Lisa, Léia sei lá hhhhhhh ja tô com saudade dos da hora, falou fera!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um resumo de tudo. Incluo aqui só o PS do ex-peguete que tá quase virgem e sua namoradinha de 12 anos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-9109114919965514233?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/9109114919965514233/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2011/05/mg-e-peripecias.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/9109114919965514233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/9109114919965514233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2011/05/mg-e-peripecias.html' title='MG e peripécias'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-5618913105512675848</id><published>2011-05-09T21:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T21:32:03.403-03:00</updated><title type='text'>troco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://site.portalcofen.gov.br/sites/default/files/images/pulmoes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://site.portalcofen.gov.br/sites/default/files/images/pulmoes.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://inavotnam.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/coracao-de-verdade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://inavotnam.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/coracao-de-verdade.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-5618913105512675848?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/5618913105512675848/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2011/05/troco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/5618913105512675848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/5618913105512675848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2011/05/troco.html' title='troco'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-7715174858502525856</id><published>2011-05-03T03:39:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T03:47:37.657-03:00</updated><title type='text'>envolvimento?</title><content type='html'>Você devia tá pensando em estudar, passar no vestibular ou trabalhar, mas  fica esperando ele te ligar.&amp;nbsp;Mas ó, se o telefone não tocar é&amp;nbsp;porque ele  não quis discar seu número, então nem pensar em discar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Porque você não  gostaria se ele fosse um cara grudento, se desmonstrasse ciúme a todo  momento, &lt;/span&gt;ou se fizesse uma vozinha de bebe ao mesmo tempo que tivesse  falando sobre casamento com você, né.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah pelo amor, né.&amp;nbsp;O fato de ele não  ligar é que manteve essa chama de pé.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Lembra que você ja passou por isso  outras vezes e&amp;nbsp;se envolver mais uns meses pra largar, você não quer,  né&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que vem fácil, vai fácil, então não queira te alguém na palma da  sua mão.&lt;br /&gt;Você nem sabe se ele tá em casa ou não, vai por mim, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;nada que não  começou tem chance de chegar no fim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Eu sei que essa parada pode dar...  certo, mas tambem sei que isso pode não dar... certo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Então fica suave,  relaxa mulheeer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Deixa rolaaaaar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Projota&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-7715174858502525856?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/7715174858502525856/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2011/05/envolvimento.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/7715174858502525856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="312" src="http://www.psychoideology.com/images/calculus.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-5153802585427736886?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/5153802585427736886/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2011/04/e-hoje.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/5153802585427736886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/5153802585427736886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2011/04/e-hoje.html' title='é hoje'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-320097588600066627</id><published>2011-04-25T06:48:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T20:14:33.602-03:00</updated><title type='text'>crise dos 18</title><content type='html'>Esse é minha 100ª postagem. Um dia antes de eu me tornar maior de idade. Sempre achei esse lance uma balela, já que eu venho fazendo tudo que eu quis, e entrando em todos os lugares desde que me conheço por gente. Mas a tal crise eu não consegui evitar. Umas 10 pessoas disseram que ela ia acontecer. E ela tá aqui, pra complicar tudo e &lt;b&gt;me deixar na merda mais uma vez&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre vivi rápido, pra morrer cedo e me preocupando muito pouco com quem se envolvia comigo. Amigos sempre tiveram prioridade, e isso não mudou, mas &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;I didn't give a fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt; pra essa coisa de rolos e relacionamentos, que se ferrassem todos. Nesse último ano de vida, as coisas mudaram e isso não foi bom pra mim. Comecei a me importar em não causar sofrimento em nenhum coração juvenil (ou não tão juvenil assim), pra ver se conseguia ser mais feliz e aconteceu justamente ao contrário: quebrei a cara e feri sentimentos alheios (o primeiro um pouco mais frequente).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas na realidade, por que isso? Então, quanto mais você tenta ser correto e honesto, sensível e 'bonzinho', mais tudo dá errado? Já dizia sábio @&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/immantha"&gt;immantha&lt;/a&gt;: '&lt;i&gt;Bonzinho só se fode. Nessa vida a gente tem que ser fdp.&lt;/i&gt;' E talvez eu esteja comprovando isso. Ou talvez ao tentar agradar todo mundo, eu não esteja agradando ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só o que eu sei e está bem claro é que eu entrei numa bola de neve que parece complicada de sair. Quanto mais velhos ficamos, maiores os problemas, maiores as preocupações, menor o tempo, mais histórias felizes e tristes. Isso é vida. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;E está ficando cada vez mais difícil.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-320097588600066627?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/320097588600066627/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2011/04/crise-dos-18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/320097588600066627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/320097588600066627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2011/04/crise-dos-18.html' title='crise dos 18'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-7215979928187629630</id><published>2011-04-22T16:08:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:12:43.907-03:00</updated><title type='text'>you're doing it wrong</title><content type='html'>Eu costumava amar esse som. Me deixava animada, e feliz. Até que eu li a letra e foi um tapa de realidade na minha cara. Estou ligeiramente triste e decepcionada comigo e com o que eu venho causando às pessoas, mesmo sem querer.&amp;nbsp;Não estudo direito, dou &amp;nbsp;mancadas com caras que gostam de mim, vivo drogada, durmo e como mal, não saio do rolê, meu pai tem câncer e eu nao o vejo há quase 3 meses,&amp;nbsp;minhas prioridades parecem estar todas invertidas. A procrastinação chegou a um nível máximo. E isso não tá me deixando satisfeita, tá me esvaziando aos poucos, uma sensação que escondo de mim às vezes, mas que não dá pra ignorar sempre. Segue a letra. E o vídeo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/SGWMgXgIrTY/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SGWMgXgIrTY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SGWMgXgIrTY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;With The Punches - Slizzard Crossing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So let's score one more for Ms. Overrated, Overdressed&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of the scene and it burns her up we're not impressed&lt;br /&gt;By this self appointed queen&lt;br /&gt;Fake eye lashes and jet black hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; Now she's searching out this room&lt;br /&gt;For anyone who will even pretend to care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gentlemen, best run for cover&lt;br /&gt;This girl's got heat seeking looks&lt;br /&gt;That will cut right through your defenses&lt;br /&gt;A chest wound to leave you breathless&lt;br /&gt;Try to remember&lt;br /&gt;This is all a method for her&lt;br /&gt;Not a word that left those lips was ever genuine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm gonna get right to the point and you'll hate this&lt;br /&gt;Exactly how much evidence did you really think that I would miss&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm posted up with the boys&lt;br /&gt;Who remind me that you can't blame every awful thing you do on being wasted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Maybe you've finally changed your ways but &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I doubt it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, baby, how much evidence did you really think that I'd miss&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you've finally changed your ways&lt;br /&gt;But I doubt it and&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I'm posted up with the boys&lt;br /&gt;And we're letting all your secrets out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-7215979928187629630?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/7215979928187629630/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2011/04/youre-doing-it-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/7215979928187629630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/7215979928187629630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2011/04/youre-doing-it-wrong.html' title='you&apos;re doing it wrong'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-7358376899882200403</id><published>2011-03-18T12:06:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T12:08:01.150-03:00</updated><title type='text'>forget.</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="30" src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/136902439/f63f5c72" width="420"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-7358376899882200403?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/7358376899882200403/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2011/03/forget.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/7358376899882200403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/7358376899882200403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2011/03/forget.html' title='forget.'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-6456034926669036853</id><published>2011-03-15T00:09:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T00:10:05.870-03:00</updated><title type='text'>eu vejo estrelas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMtjeLbBeN0/TGyjmJD-q1I/AAAAAAAAAHE/cUeASZSrNG8/s1600/stars.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMtjeLbBeN0/TGyjmJD-q1I/AAAAAAAAAHE/cUeASZSrNG8/s640/stars.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-6456034926669036853?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/6456034926669036853/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2011/03/estrelas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/6456034926669036853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/6456034926669036853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2011/03/estrelas.html' title='eu vejo estrelas'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XMtjeLbBeN0/TGyjmJD-q1I/AAAAAAAAAHE/cUeASZSrNG8/s72-c/stars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-8329054919779636279</id><published>2011-03-05T14:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T14:27:57.433-03:00</updated><title type='text'>this is go back to the beggining</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.orkut.com/orkut/photos/OgAAAMxzp7EQxhLDVolxZdZ45njctch-RkqpqutjPgenXioKxxVGc3-CoIoXTsh9bgXjm7xi3Ii6KkCy-t79DVVKxgwAm1T1UOBoYr-SVTgk5ePxPPqu-vV-Kkv4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://images.orkut.com/orkut/photos/OgAAAMxzp7EQxhLDVolxZdZ45njctch-RkqpqutjPgenXioKxxVGc3-CoIoXTsh9bgXjm7xi3Ii6KkCy-t79DVVKxgwAm1T1UOBoYr-SVTgk5ePxPPqu-vV-Kkv4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Volta às aulas. Calourada, ganja. Bota dentro, open, ganja, bixo 4e20, loucura. Rise Against, whisky, cerveja, cigarros. Saudades. Bad Guy. Aniversário do Bad Guy. SMS, uma tonelada de SMS. Aulas psicodélicas, ganja. Correr atrás de matrícula, ganja. Laricas intermináveis. Cérebros, formol. Listas. Trampo, ganja. Aula na brisa, ganja. Day Off cheio de bangs pra resolver. Falta de grana. Assistência Social. Nada de aumento, ganja. Note enviado. Convites absurdos, ganja. Proposta irrecusável recusada. Regaço, ganja. Casa. Feriado. Praia (?). Saudades de novo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-8329054919779636279?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/8329054919779636279/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-is-go-back-to-beggining.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/8329054919779636279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/8329054919779636279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-is-go-back-to-beggining.html' title='this is go back to the beggining'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-2796289948865759298</id><published>2011-02-21T19:38:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T19:41:15.298-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lista de CD's #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Mais um oferecimento de @&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/guhsucker"&gt;guhsucker&lt;/a&gt;. HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Trilha Sonora pra antes da party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;1- Far East Movement - Free Wired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;2- 3OH!3 - Streets Of Gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;3- Rediscover - Sleepless Nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;4- Four Year Strong - Rise Or Die Trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;5- Dance Gavin Dance - Happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;6- MikeyWhiskeyHands! - Demos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;7- Pierce The Veil - Selfish Machines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;8-&amp;nbsp; Justin Timberlake - Fure Sex/Love Sounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;9- Faber Drive - Can't Keep A Secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;10- The New Cities - Lost In City Lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;11- DJ Knucklehead - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" id="wikiSecondPart"&gt;Party Mini Mixtape #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="" id="wikiSecondPart"&gt;Bom, como eu não estou no meu computador e nao consigo ver minhas músicas, esses são sos álbuns que lembrei agora. Devem ter muito melhores pra tal fim, mas um esquenta com esses seria legal. HAHA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-2796289948865759298?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/2796289948865759298/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2011/02/lista-de-cds-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/2796289948865759298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/2796289948865759298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2011/02/lista-de-cds-2.html' title='Lista de CD&apos;s #2'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-1950256718983422988</id><published>2011-01-14T01:47:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T01:48:16.057-02:00</updated><title type='text'>weeds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;é a&amp;nbsp;melhor&amp;nbsp;coisa que eu &amp;nbsp;podia ter escolhido pras minhas férias. Sem mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TS_HL8IKCgI/AAAAAAAAAWM/S_s5YpsR0RU/s1600/2011-01-14_014602.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="402" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TS_HL8IKCgI/AAAAAAAAAWM/S_s5YpsR0RU/s640/2011-01-14_014602.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PS.: na piscina, é a maconha plantada durante meses que estava sendo negociada por US$300k. É MOLE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#SPOILER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;s03e01&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-1950256718983422988?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/1950256718983422988/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2011/01/weeds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/1950256718983422988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/1950256718983422988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2011/01/weeds.html' title='weeds'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TS_HL8IKCgI/AAAAAAAAAWM/S_s5YpsR0RU/s72-c/2011-01-14_014602.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-1347680747962531886</id><published>2011-01-13T01:00:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T01:17:03.489-02:00</updated><title type='text'>i'd give my body for you here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Às vezes é complicado achar o que te deixa satisfeito.&amp;nbsp;Dias incríveis se passam, você se acostuma...&amp;nbsp;E de repente, tudo se esvai.&amp;nbsp;Então bate aquele vazio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E você&amp;nbsp;não&amp;nbsp;sabe exatamente por quê.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A euforia e os risos simplesmente passam e escorrem pelos dedos. Você quer segurá-los nas mãos, prolongar aquela sensação... Sair do estado de frieza, desinteresse, tédio, e aquele pouco de solidão. Então você se senta e pensa em algo bom pra fazer. Escreve um texto que ninguém irá ler, só pra externar o sentimento. Fuma um cigarro, bebe seu whisky preferido. E dorme, porque nada disso parece te satisfazer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Então você descobre o que precisa. Tudo fica muito claro, apesar de você querer esconder isso de si mesmo. Não é nenhuma droga, nem dinheiro. É só aquela pele contra a sua. Um pouco daquele suor nos cabelos. E beijar os lábios, donos daquele sorriso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aquilo que você sabe que não consegue esquecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E aí você pensa: 'vou passar por tudo aquilo outra vez.' Mas você releva. Porque sabe que vai valer a pena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TS5umcE-gFI/AAAAAAAAAWI/H48mGlsD9yY/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TS5umcE-gFI/AAAAAAAAAWI/H48mGlsD9yY/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6533466008534701093-1347680747962531886?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/1347680747962531886/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2011/01/id-give-my-body-for-you-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/1347680747962531886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/1347680747962531886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2011/01/id-give-my-body-for-you-here.html' title='i&apos;d give my body for you here'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TS5umcE-gFI/AAAAAAAAAWI/H48mGlsD9yY/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-2468550142202191452</id><published>2011-01-07T16:14:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T16:14:06.457-02:00</updated><title type='text'>we can feel our hearts beating</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;we can let it out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu estive pensando ontem , e de novo digo que estou muito satisfeita com a vida que eu estou levando. Fato que eu não mudaria um simples grão de arroz desse curso. Tudo parece ter se encaixado, me sinto como a melodia mais alegre,  trabalhada em acordes maiores. Como alguém que superou todos os estereótipos, passou por cima das pedras e chegou ao destino, com algumas cicatrizes só pra se lembrar do percurso e dizer: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;eu venci.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não vejo como isso poderia estar melhor. Grandes amigos, grandes felicidades, família em ordem, boas perspectivas pro financeiro, sentimental e profissional. E vou me manter assim, não pra sempre, mas enquanto esse coração permitir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;and I like a good mind, but I love a good time.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.orkut.com/orkut/photos/OgAAAKxhoxEWLscY3TTEXfjLlY4I1NeP2hpiFizZ7C8jbhY2GcuAJ79wY-Y--S3SGya61qLrm4XokXh-NFvBaq_TUx0Am1T1UBZARtZx7Ok9WszLV0O-jN3Kra61.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://images.orkut.com/orkut/photos/OgAAAKxhoxEWLscY3TTEXfjLlY4I1NeP2hpiFizZ7C8jbhY2GcuAJ79wY-Y--S3SGya61qLrm4XokXh-NFvBaq_TUx0Am1T1UBZARtZx7Ok9WszLV0O-jN3Kra61.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;PS.: ambos os trechos em inglês são de músicas de uma banda canadense que eu adoro, &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thesekidswearcrowns"&gt;These Kids Wear Crowns&lt;/a&gt;, da qual eu já falei aqui mas nunca é demais um reforço. Clique no nome pra conhecer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-2468550142202191452?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/2468550142202191452/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2011/01/we-can-feel-our-hearts-beating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/2468550142202191452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/2468550142202191452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2011/01/we-can-feel-our-hearts-beating.html' title='we can feel our hearts beating'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-2501135346635101551</id><published>2010-12-25T02:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T02:20:56.881-02:00</updated><title type='text'>é contagioso,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;entao pegue.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicremedy.com/webfiles/artists/YouMeAtSix/YouMeAtSix-02-big.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" n4="true" src="http://musicremedy.com/webfiles/artists/YouMeAtSix/YouMeAtSix-02-big.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Muitos dias com &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XKagPIAa-Nk"&gt;Contagious Chemistry&lt;/a&gt; na cabeça. Muito dias reconsiderando algumas coisas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-2501135346635101551?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/2501135346635101551/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/12/e-contagioso.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/2501135346635101551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/2501135346635101551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/12/e-contagioso.html' title='é contagioso,'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-1300232557085322675</id><published>2010-12-05T23:29:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T23:29:54.152-02:00</updated><title type='text'>um fato.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mhHn3F-PFs/TH2-0cxZiaI/AAAAAAAAIaU/zldxlPTFZFA/s1600/caipirinha.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mhHn3F-PFs/TH2-0cxZiaI/AAAAAAAAIaU/zldxlPTFZFA/s1600/caipirinha.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-1300232557085322675?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/1300232557085322675/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/12/um-fato.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/1300232557085322675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/1300232557085322675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/12/um-fato.html' title='um fato.'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3mhHn3F-PFs/TH2-0cxZiaI/AAAAAAAAIaU/zldxlPTFZFA/s72-c/caipirinha.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-5445986041207509023</id><published>2010-12-03T13:38:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T13:40:58.726-02:00</updated><title type='text'>procrastination</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A arte de deixar tudo pra última hora. Vim fazendo isso nos últimos anos, em todos os aspectos da minha vida. E descobri que a faculdade é o único lugar em que ela não funciona. Não sei sobre as outras faculdades, mas Farma é um curso diabólico que extrai até seu último suspiro. E eu não estou mais aguentando passar por isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vim assitindo filmes, ouvindo algumas opiniões, tenho certeza que não é pra mim. Mas vou procrastinar mais um pouco porque não quero tomar essa decisão de renunciar a tudo que eu consegui, então vou esperar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por que eu faço isso? Por que eu não consigo tomar as decisões certas nas horas certas? Porque assim é o ser humano. Depois de muito tempo, achei um post que fala exatamente sobre a sensação de procrastinar, sobre os motivos e a verdadeira definição disso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu pensei em colocar uns quotes aqui, mas melhor pôr o link de uma vez. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://odeiocriarblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/sobre-procrastinacao.html"&gt;http://odeiocriarblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/sobre-procrastinacao.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2213/2199460575_c999b108ea.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2213/2199460575_c999b108ea.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/_/90200/Good%20Charlotte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="254" src="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/_/90200/Good%20Charlotte.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;X&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3akS3ZXbmo/S6zsGAWou1I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/A64zKYLtRok/s1600/good_charlotte_1024.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="254" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3akS3ZXbmo/S6zsGAWou1I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/A64zKYLtRok/s320/good_charlotte_1024.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They grew up. ♥&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/6533466008534701093-2567342284015473059?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/2567342284015473059/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/11/riot-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/2567342284015473059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/2567342284015473059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/11/riot-girl.html' title='riot girl'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3akS3ZXbmo/S6zsGAWou1I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/A64zKYLtRok/s72-c/good_charlotte_1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-6933310230474728680</id><published>2010-11-26T01:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T01:01:07.461-02:00</updated><title type='text'>i would walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;the world to surprise you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Drop everything just to get to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And one of these days,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we’re going to be 26 feet high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/127/l_7696d21699c941d19121cde216cb71fc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/127/l_7696d21699c941d19121cde216cb71fc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/futures/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/futures/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-6933310230474728680?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/6933310230474728680/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-would-walk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/6933310230474728680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/6933310230474728680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-would-walk.html' title='i would walk'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-5789357282875992180</id><published>2010-11-24T23:59:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T00:00:37.146-02:00</updated><title type='text'>SO WHAT?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you got a crew?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/igotacrew"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;I GOT A FUCKING CREW TOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-5789357282875992180?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/5789357282875992180/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/5789357282875992180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/5789357282875992180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-what.html' title='SO WHAT?'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-6202616614702469357</id><published>2010-11-11T01:12:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T01:27:07.996-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Year Strong - Discografia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bom, uma grande maioria das pessoas que me conhecem sabem que eu simplesmente adoro os barbados do Four Year Strong, uma banda de Worcester, Massachussets, que você pode ouvir &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/fouryearstrong"&gt;AQUI&lt;/a&gt;. Os conheci em 2008, mas logo depois vim a conhecer também o FTSK e acabei me dedicando mais a esses texanos. Enfim, hoje o FYS representa mais pra mim acho que pela pegada musical e tal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Esses são os LINDJOS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theagencygroup.com/artistphotos/FourYearStrong.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.theagencygroup.com/artistphotos/FourYearStrong.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E sei lá , acho que mais pra um arquivo mental meu de onde estão todos os CDs que propriamente pra serventia de alguém que um dia venha a baixar, estou postando a discografia aqui. É do meu 4shared mesmo, tem umas musiquinhas soltas também, mas esse é 'o grosso'. Bom, vai saber, quem sabe eles não viram uma febre mundial do nada -NOOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Glory EP [2003]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. this summer session&lt;br /&gt;02. easier to wait and see&lt;br /&gt;03. the bitter taste of victory&lt;br /&gt;04. one time too many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/sUCmidWR/The_Glory_-_EP.html"&gt;http://www.4shared.com/file/sUCmidWR/The_Glory_-_EP.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Demo 2004&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Baseball Bats And Boogeymen&lt;br /&gt;2. Live From The Crime Scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/NzNaZfTw/Demo_2004.html"&gt;http://www.4shared.com/file/NzNaZfTw/Demo_2004.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Demo 2005&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go Long Dad&lt;br /&gt;2. Not To Toot My Own Horn But.. BEEP BEEP!&lt;br /&gt;3. So Hot And You Sweat On It&lt;br /&gt;4. Your Song&lt;br /&gt;5. Beatdown In The Key Of Happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/1bCpw7ZX/Four_Year_Strong_-_Demo__2005_.html"&gt;http://www.4shared.com/file/1bCpw7ZX/Four_Year_Strong_-_Demo__2005_.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's Our Time [2005]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Go Long Dad 4:25&lt;br /&gt;02. Come on Bessie, Slow and Steady 2:43&lt;br /&gt;03. Easier to Wait and See 3:45&lt;br /&gt;04. Baseball Bats and Boogie men 3:38&lt;br /&gt;05. Live from the Crime Scene 3:25&lt;br /&gt;06. This Summer Session 4:08&lt;br /&gt;07. One Time too Many 3:43&lt;br /&gt;08. Your Song 3:53&lt;br /&gt;09. Vash: the stampede 4:04&lt;br /&gt;10. Put you on 11:08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/Kl1-UaVh/Four_Year_Strong_-_Its_our_tim.html"&gt;http://www.4shared.com/file/Kl1-UaVh/Four_Year_Strong_-_Its_our_tim.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Demo 2006 (Unmixed)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sparkle Motion&lt;br /&gt;2. Heroes Fade Kid, Legends Never Die&lt;br /&gt;3. Death is the Only Adventure I Have Left&lt;br /&gt;4. Angels With Filthy Souls&lt;br /&gt;5. Your Ego's Writing Checks Your Body Can't Cash&lt;br /&gt;6. Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Hell&lt;br /&gt;7. Badda Bing! ...With a Pipe.&lt;br /&gt;8. Wrecked Em? Damn Near Killed Em!&lt;br /&gt;9. Calling All Cars&lt;br /&gt;10. Gotta Get Out&lt;br /&gt;11. Angels With Even Filthier Souls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/5-px8VY4/Demo_2006__Unmixed_.html"&gt;http://www.4shared.com/file/5-px8VY4/Demo_2006__Unmixed_.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rise Or Die [2007]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. The Take Over ( 1:33)&lt;br /&gt;02. Prepare To Be Digitally Manipulated ( 3:06)&lt;br /&gt;03. Abandon Ship Or Abandon All Hope ( 3:33)&lt;br /&gt;04. Heroes Get Remembered, Legends Never Die ( 3:35)&lt;br /&gt;05. Wreched Em? Damn Near Killed Em ( 3:12)&lt;br /&gt;06. Catastrophe ( 2:36)&lt;br /&gt;07. Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Hell ( 3:06)&lt;br /&gt;08. Bada Bing! Wit A Pipe! ( 3:21)&lt;br /&gt;09. Beatdown In The Hey Of Happy ( 3:03)&lt;br /&gt;10. If He´s Here, Who´s Runnin´ Hell? ( 3:18)&lt;br /&gt;11. Maniac (R.O.D) ( 3:08)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/Ff-ymNfV/Four_Year_Strong_-_Rise_Or_Die.html"&gt;http://www.4shared.com/file/Ff-ymNfV/Four_Year_Strong_-_Rise_Or_Die.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;PureVolume Lost Sessions [2009]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;1. Bada-Bing Wit' a Pipe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;2. If He's Here, Who's Runnin Hell?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/CHzNhYMB/PureVolumecom_Lost_Sessions.html"&gt;http://www.4shared.com/file/CHzNhYMB/PureVolumecom_Lost_Sessions.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Explains It All [2009]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. So Much For The Afterglow (2:50)&lt;br /&gt;02. Absolutely (Story Of A Girl) (2:56)&lt;br /&gt;03. Ironic (2:49)&lt;br /&gt;04. Bullet With Butterfly Wings (3:05)&lt;br /&gt;05. Semi-Charmed Life (3:30)&lt;br /&gt;06. Spiderwebs (3:04)&lt;br /&gt;07. Roll To Me (2:26)&lt;br /&gt;08. Fly (3:49)&lt;br /&gt;09. In Bloom (3:34)&lt;br /&gt;10. She Really Loved You (2:00)&lt;br /&gt;11. She’s So High (3:20)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/hwCsRkZM/Four_Year_Strong_-_Explains_It.html"&gt;http://www.4shared.com/file/hwCsRkZM/Four_Year_Strong_-_Explains_It.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Enemy Of The World [2010]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It Must Really Suck To Be Four Year Strong Right Now 3:16&lt;br /&gt;2. Tonight We Feel Alive (On A Saturday) 3:42&lt;br /&gt;3. Wasting Time (Eternal Summer) 3:17&lt;br /&gt;4. Nineteen With Neck Tatz 3:24&lt;br /&gt;5. Find My Way Back 3:29&lt;br /&gt;6. What The Hell Is A Gigawatt 3:08&lt;br /&gt;7. One Step At A Time 3:06&lt;br /&gt;8. This Body Pays The Bill$ 3:21&lt;br /&gt;9. Paul Revere's Midnight Ride 3:55&lt;br /&gt;10. Flannel Is The Color Of My Energy 3:28&lt;br /&gt;11. Enemy Of The World 4:06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/HlmPFM5J/Four_Year_Strong_-_Enemy_Of_Th.html"&gt;http://www.4shared.com/file/HlmPFM5J/Four_Year_Strong_-_Enemy_Of_Th.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É, tá faltando o&lt;b&gt; Hassle Acoustic&lt;/b&gt; que é animal e eu só tenho upado track-by-track. Um dia posto ele, porque é BOM bagarai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;É isso, ouçam FYS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-6202616614702469357?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/6202616614702469357/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/11/four-year-strong-discografia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/6202616614702469357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/6202616614702469357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/11/four-year-strong-discografia.html' title='Four Year Strong - Discografia'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-2793201032313226803</id><published>2010-11-09T00:52:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T00:52:02.134-02:00</updated><title type='text'>nem tudo nessa vida</title><content type='html'>é merecimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe quando você tem algo nas mãos e sabe que aquilo é seu, não por direito, mas&amp;nbsp;porque&amp;nbsp;é assim que tem que ser? Então, é&lt;i&gt; disso &lt;/i&gt;que eu estou falando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;E o contrário &lt;b&gt;também&lt;/b&gt; é verdadeiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-2793201032313226803?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/2793201032313226803/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/11/nem-tudo-nessa-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/2793201032313226803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/2793201032313226803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/11/nem-tudo-nessa-vida.html' title='nem tudo nessa vida'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-4837589254742666859</id><published>2010-11-04T21:39:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T21:39:08.837-02:00</updated><title type='text'>funciona assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;"&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content" style="font-size: large;"&gt;1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;blowjob + 1quicky - any kind of conversation x the amount of band members (usually 5 or 4) = 1 all acess.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Disse tudo, e é por isso que eu adoro esses meus amigos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-4837589254742666859?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/4837589254742666859/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/11/funciona-assim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/4837589254742666859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/4837589254742666859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/11/funciona-assim.html' title='funciona assim...'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-5435992250005946969</id><published>2010-10-26T03:45:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T04:06:35.496-02:00</updated><title type='text'>mais lenços</title><content type='html'>e mais lágrimas, contidas enquanto o sol está no céu . A raridade do chorar que virou rotina&amp;nbsp;nas tantas noites insones. A dificuldade em se concentrar e chegar em algum ponto diferente que não fosse aqueles olhos. Pensar em algum verso que não fosse um daqueles, ouvidos naquelas madrugadas. Pensar em algum momento que não fosse aqueles poucos onde pele encontrava pele e o sentimento de estar completa era real.&lt;br /&gt;Pensar em quanto tempo os mil critérios rondavam soltos e não havia interesse por ninguém. Que isso foi guardado pro único, e esse, dispensou o melhor que podia ser dado, o mais nobre, o mais... puro.&amp;nbsp;E com um sorriso, o 'tudo bem' pronunciado, que queria dizer exatamente o contrário de TUDO que estava sendo sentido. O 'tudo bem' que foi o desfecho de algo que mal começou.&lt;br /&gt;Depois, olhar pra todas as renúncias, por tudo que foi deixado pra trás em razão do que, positivamente, acreditava-se ser 'imparável'.&amp;nbsp;Os pingo dos jotas e os cortes dos tês doem muito.&amp;nbsp;E querer mais que tudo que o que se sente fosse uma questão de escolha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E escolher esquecer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-5435992250005946969?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/5435992250005946969/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/10/mais-lencos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/5435992250005946969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/5435992250005946969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/10/mais-lencos.html' title='mais lenços'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-4868206216711666441</id><published>2010-10-14T20:03:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T20:17:35.958-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swu'/><title type='text'>começa com você</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu pensei em fazer desse um post meramente informativo sobre a experiência insana que foi o SWU - Starts With You, o festival que aconteceu esse fim de semana/feriado. Mas escrevendo o título do post, vi que ele tem mais significado que só o óbvio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas primeiro, o festival.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu estive lá só segunda, apesar de querer ter visto o Rage, o Sublime, Los Hermanos e muitas outras coisas. Mas com certeza optei pelo dia 11 por causa do Incubus no line-up. E o Linkin Park, que me 'introduziu' praticamente nessa coisa louca de rock (não irei discutir vertentes agora). E meu, as melhores companhias, a melhor carona, a cerveja mais gelada. Encontrar mil conhecidos, coincidentemente, foi incrível. E começar a gostar de algumas coisas que até então não faziam a menor diferença, tipo, Queens Of The Stone Age, entrei no bate cabeça fácil, foi muito bom. Me emocionei com o telão mostrando o The Rev, saí sem voz, dancei Tiesto praticamente semi-nua numa temperatura de 8ºC, eu estava elétrica! Foi com certeza um dia a se lembrar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E saber que esse feriado não pode nem de longe ser resumido à segunda, já que de sábado pra domingo, foi &lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;party hard.&lt;/span&gt; Conhecer pessoas que apreciam o mesmo que voce é sempre bom, mas conhecer os caras da cmm do Four Year num 'rolê da kryptonita' não poderia ser melhor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E sexta, que eu finalmente resolvi um impasse, e tirei um pu*a peso das costas. Muita coisa está mudando nesse exato minuto comigo, e tudo começou com a minha decisão. Ficar muito tempo raciocinando como fazer tal coisa, premeditando. Mas no final, teria sido uma perda de tempo muitíssimo menor ter dito tudo de uma vez, no começo. Por isso ter acontecido, e por mais um lance triste que me provou que não se deve deixar nada pra depois, eu nunca mais vou perder tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And I mean it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Demorei a enxergar por conta das respostas que eu não tinha naquela hora. Mas se eu pudesse enxergar, há muito tempo eu já estaria na boa como estou... como estou agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PS: isso era pra ter sido publicado na terça.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-4868206216711666441?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/4868206216711666441/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/10/comeca-com-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/4868206216711666441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/4868206216711666441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/10/comeca-com-voce.html' title='começa com você'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-8672255459302134270</id><published>2010-10-05T20:50:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T21:54:39.181-03:00</updated><title type='text'>eu pensei</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pensei por muito tempo. Tempo demais, e agora vejo que já devia ter feito isso antes. Antes tarde do que nunca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Essa resistência em dizer algo simples, vem do fato de que pra mim, isso funciona de uma maneira muito complexa. É como um jogo, que você precisa ler as instruções, ou um aparelho novo que precisa de manual. Você quer muito começar a jogar, ou desfrutar do que aquilo tem pra te trazer, mas primeiro tem que aprender a lidar com o novo.&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Novo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;É exatamente essa a palavra. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A dificuldade é que o manual da coisa mais importante do mundo ainda não foi inventado. Um ser humano não é feito de lego, ele é de uma substância muito mais engenhosa, que muda, se molda, fica diferente quando submetido a certas situações, exposto a alguns pensamentos. E eu tenho medo das reações que um ser humano pode ter. Não da maioria deles, atualmente de apenas um, que anda povoando pensamentos desde... enfim, desde algum tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;Tempo que a princípio achei que fosse amenizar, ofuscar o brilho. Tempo em que pensei o quão diferente eu havia me tornado, conhecendo um outro lado de mim, raras vezes despertado &lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;- pensando bem, será que já tinha sido? &lt;/span&gt;Tempo em que percebi que mesmo tendo muito, aparentemente o melhor que o mundo poderia me proporcionar, muito nunca é suficiente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;Too much is never enough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;aliás, é a primeira frase de uma música que falaria muito por mim agora. De uma banda que me traz muito à cabeça. Sei que é totalmente clichê usar músicas para expressar sentimentos, mas isso sou eu, sempre. &lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It'd be safer to hate her, than love her and lose her...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; é.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Esconder, não mais. Time to face things. E meus 50% de chance de ouvir algo que me agrade não vão me deixar afundar no meio do caminho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-8672255459302134270?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/8672255459302134270/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/10/eu-pensei.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/8672255459302134270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/8672255459302134270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/10/eu-pensei.html' title='eu pensei'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-5761256994024341689</id><published>2010-09-27T03:56:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T04:00:11.489-03:00</updated><title type='text'>i could sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;without some things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photoshopnerds.com/images/ring-of-fire-slice_21.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.photoshopnerds.com/images/ring-of-fire-slice_21.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #111111;"&gt;'I'm still single. Do you see any engagement ring here? No, you don't so...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #121212;"&gt;You'll have what you don't deserve, but it's gonna... entertain me too. So I'll do it. For me. Not for you.&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/6533466008534701093-5761256994024341689?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/5761256994024341689/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/09/could-sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/5761256994024341689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/5761256994024341689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/09/could-sleep.html' title='i could sleep'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-2117609640757679246</id><published>2010-09-26T04:00:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T03:55:56.484-03:00</updated><title type='text'>take off your c _ _ _ _ _ s</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll make a bet that says we don't leave this place as friends.&amp;nbsp;Are you  comfortable&amp;nbsp;with this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You play  the gent, I'll play&amp;nbsp;the lady,&amp;nbsp;we will call it 'time well spent'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-2117609640757679246?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/2117609640757679246/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/09/take-off-your-c-s.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/2117609640757679246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/2117609640757679246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/09/take-off-your-c-s.html' title='take off your c _ _ _ _ _ s'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-2329278228187503960</id><published>2010-09-23T03:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T03:12:18.700-03:00</updated><title type='text'>making lists</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meu querido Guh (maluco por natureza) pediu que eu fizesse uma lista de álbuns da década, incluindo EP's, nacionais, tudo. Fico imaginando pra que ele quer isso, mas eu fui bem seleta e escolhi  tudo que eu não gostaria de morrer sem ter escutado e deu isso aqui:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;3OH!3 – não consigo me decidir entre Want e Streets Of Gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Blink-182 - Blink-182&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Cartel - Chroma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Farewell - Isn't This Supposed To Be Fun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Forever The Sickest Kids – Television Off, Party On EP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Four Year Strong – Rise Or Die Trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Good Charlotte – The Young  and The Hopeless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Linkin Park - Live In Texas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Panic! At The Disco - A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Rediscover – Sleepless Nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Rise Against - The Sufferer And The Whitness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;The Dangerous Summer - If You Could Only Keep Me Alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;The Rocket Summer - Do You Feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;The Used - In Love And Death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;These Kids Wear Crowns - These Kids Wear Crowns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;You Me At Six - Take Off Your Colours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Aditive - Reverso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Charlie Brown Jr. - Acústico MTV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Cine – 80’s EP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;CPM22 - Chegou a Hora de Recomeçar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Darvin - Darvin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Dead Fish - Zero e Um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Jay Vaquer – Alive In Brazil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Raimundos  - Só no Forévis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Rancore – Yoga, Stress e Cafeína&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Strike - Desvio De Conduta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Obviamente alguns desses marcaram a minha vida de alguma maneira e alguns eu nem escuto mais, e também é claro que deixei de por MUITA coisa que eu adoro nessa lista por esquecimento, e outros fatores, mas em suma, é isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;PS.: tô ouvindo uma coisa GLORIOSA do Jonny Craig aqui, não sei de qual projeto é, mas vou descobrir agora e baixar. haha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-2329278228187503960?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/2329278228187503960/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/09/making-lists.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/2329278228187503960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/2329278228187503960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/09/making-lists.html' title='making lists'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-1259615356416732038</id><published>2010-09-13T05:18:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T05:19:43.941-03:00</updated><title type='text'>mesmo assim</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;XX:&lt;/b&gt; I'm on you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;XY:&lt;/b&gt; I'm on you too, girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #111111;"&gt;E a porra do mundo parou de rodar. Dentro eu conseguia sentir os fluidos se movimentarem mais rápido, e eu só me pergunto se eu deveria levar isso a sério. Eu não acho que sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-1259615356416732038?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/1259615356416732038/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/09/even-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/1259615356416732038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/1259615356416732038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/09/even-that.html' title='mesmo assim'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-8942315320476339400</id><published>2010-09-03T08:08:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T19:44:54.461-03:00</updated><title type='text'>n00-wenz</title><content type='html'>Olho pro céu do parque e tudo que eu vejo é o azul. O azul calmo e sem nuvens. Nele, de tempos em tempos constantes, aviões na mesma velocidade fazem um rastro e desaparecem. Assim como surgiram. Tudo na perfeita ordem, no sounds, no worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O céu, &lt;b&gt;tão diferente do interior da minha cabeça.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-8942315320476339400?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/8942315320476339400/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/09/n00-wenz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/8942315320476339400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/8942315320476339400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/09/n00-wenz.html' title='n00-wenz'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-8597311925656254575</id><published>2010-08-25T13:17:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T13:22:50.925-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foo Fighters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Best Of  You'/><title type='text'>the best of you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #666666;"&gt;I got another confession to make...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Eu poderia tentar descrever tudo o que está na minha mente, mas acho que um zilhão de palavras não seriam suficientes. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;I'm you fool...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;É estranho como tudo parece se encaixar e estar perfeitamente em ordem em um minuto, e no próximo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #666666;"&gt;Everyone's got their chains to break &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="color: #666666;"&gt;holding you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;Eu queria ser auto-suficiente a ponto de não precisar externar esse tipo de coisa, mas é uma fraqueza minha.&lt;i&gt; &lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Were you born to resist?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Estive evitando me apaixonar por longos anos, depois de uma grande decepção. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;or be abused?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;Não deu muito certo, afinal não acho que tenhamos tanto controle assim, mas me interessei por alguém com quem eu não poderia ter nada, e assim levei na brincadeira todas as juras que chegavam até mim, todos os rolos ocasionais. &lt;i&gt;I&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt; needed somewhere to hang my head...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt; E&lt;/span&gt;stive procurando mais prazer do que uma companhia verdadeira, e juro que quando entrei na faculdade, tive a certeza momentânea de que farrear era o que eu faria ainda por um bom tempo. &lt;i style="color: #666666;"&gt;without your noose...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #666666;"&gt;You gave me something that I didn't have&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;Eu evito fazer considerações demais sobre  sentimentos porque eles são, na grande maioria das vezes,  indescritíveis e não são mesmo para serem compreendidos. &lt;i style="color: #666666;"&gt;but had no use... &lt;/i&gt; Mas tem  momentos que um turbilhão deles toma conta de tudo e me impede de pensa com clareza e tomar decisões. &lt;i style="color: #666666;"&gt;I was too weak to give in, too strong to lose... &lt;/i&gt;E por alguma razão que eu não consigo e gostaria muito de entender, aqui estou eu, acordando e dormindo com um nome e um rosto em mente. Um amigo meu, já conhecedor das minhas &lt;b style="color: #e06666;"&gt;desventuras amorosas&lt;/b&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;disse rapidamente quando eu comentei sobre isso:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E qual seria a pedra no sapato dessa vez?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pois é, nenhuma.&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: #666666;"&gt;My heart is under arrest again, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="color: #666666;"&gt;but I'll break loose&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="color: #666666;"&gt;...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ou pelo menos assim deveria ser. Eu já não sei se devo me considerar azarada, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;My head is giving me life or death&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;porque eu ao mesmo tempo em que me encontro assim, procurando reciprocidade em uma pessoa só, há outras que fazem de tudo pra me ver feliz &lt;i style="color: #666666;"&gt;but I can't choose&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, que demonstram isso e &lt;b style="color: #e06666;"&gt;guess what&lt;/b&gt;?&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eu não consigo corresponder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Sempre foi assim. &lt;i style="color: #666666;"&gt;I swear I'll never give in, I refuse&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;Eu só espero que algum dia mude e eu possa ter o melhor de alguém, dando o meu melhor também. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #666666;"&gt;Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-8597311925656254575?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/8597311925656254575/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/08/best-of-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/8597311925656254575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/8597311925656254575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/08/best-of-you.html' title='the best of you'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-5503356781306806252</id><published>2010-08-12T21:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T21:04:44.787-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nesses últimos dias...</title><content type='html'>Redes sociais nao tem feito nehhum sentido, tenho imaginado coisas ao dormir, e ao acordar. Confiando no invisível, deixando a vida levar. Amando meus cobertores, meu descanso, minha paz. E vendo como o mundo pode ser bonito, basta uma ÚNICA chance se dar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-5503356781306806252?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/5503356781306806252/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/08/nesses-ultimos-dias.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/5503356781306806252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/5503356781306806252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/08/nesses-ultimos-dias.html' title='Nesses últimos dias...'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-3745074630819819073</id><published>2010-08-08T15:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T15:51:56.686-03:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Their Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1938905086"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/pamelaneder/4756346889/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pamelaneder/4756346889/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De tempos em tempos, o dia dos Pais cai junto com o aniversário da minha mãe. É engraçado pensar que anos atrás eu dei muito desgosto pra ambos nessa época do ano. Adolescentes incosequentes e fora do padrão, eu estava nessa categoria e não é uma coisa que eu deteste reconhecer, a gente passa por coisas quando é novo que irão inevitavelmente contribuir na definição do que seremos pelo resto da vida. Aprendendo com erros, vibrando com acertos &lt;i&gt;and life goes on this way&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas o que realmente me leva a postar é a distância e como ela tem o poder de mudar todas as concepções. Lembro de que há pouquíssimo tempo, tudo o que eu queria era viver minha própria vida, sem rédeas e nao ter que dar satisfação a nada nem ninguém. E isso tudo seria possível fazendo uma única coisa: entrando numa faculdade bem distante de casa. Meus próprios horários, minhas próprias regras e decisões, minhas escolhas. Somente o que eu quisesse fazer. Pelo menos assim era como eu enxergava todas as coisas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas essa sede de 'independência' e o fato de ser tão jovem veda os olhos à verdadeira realidade. Não são os pais, ou uma escola, ou o dinheiro que determinam como temos que ser ou agir. &lt;b style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;É a consciência&lt;/b&gt;. Por mais que nada nem ninguém esteja ditando regras, eu cheguei a um ponto onde olhei pra dentro e vi que estava enganada sobre meu conceito de liberdade. Hoje sinto falta daquilo que um dia desprezei, só não sou orgulhosa o bastante pra reconhecer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isso tudo tem a ver com minha mãe fazendo 43, meu pai com meio século, e eu, longe de ambos. Sentindo falta. &lt;b style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;E amando-os mais do que nunca&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-3745074630819819073?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/3745074630819819073/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-their-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/3745074630819819073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/3745074630819819073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-their-day.html' title='It&apos;s Their Day'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-7305130149857090181</id><published>2010-07-23T02:12:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T20:51:52.846-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Preciso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;falar, falar, falar. MUITO mais pra mim que pra qualquer um que venha a ler isso. Estou passando por uma nova dimensão de sentimento, que eu não esperava que fosse acontecer por esses tempos. E tenho um pouco de receio por estar metendo os pés pelas mãos, e estar com tanta expectativa cedo demais, ou estar fazendo confusão por algum motivo. Fato é que eu estou com aquela vontade de fazer alguém feliz, de se importar. De compartilhar preocupação e felicidade, de olhar nos olhos e sentir. Eu poderia citar motivos pra isso, mas eu não vou fazê-lo. Nessa época em que tudo pareceu se acertar, talvez essa seja a última ponta solta, que eu já não quero e, pelo visto, não consigo ignorar. Por algumas vezes durante esses dias estive pensando o quão surreal isso parece, como eu nem ME RECONHEÇO sentindo e pensando sobre algumas coisas, e como elas podem parecer ridículas a alguém que vê de fora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But I'm trully hopeful for now. I just wanted to settle down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;With you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-7305130149857090181?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/7305130149857090181/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/07/preciso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/7305130149857090181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/7305130149857090181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/07/preciso.html' title='Preciso'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-3204389076642088533</id><published>2010-07-12T23:08:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T23:18:01.987-03:00</updated><title type='text'>seus problemas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;se acabaram!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu nunca faço posts com 'humor' aqui, mas esse mail que eu acabei de receber vale totalmente. Se nenhum desses resolver seu problema, se mata filho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TDvJgKixSHI/AAAAAAAAATY/vuEivM1UXbo/s1600/ATT0000111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TDvJgKixSHI/AAAAAAAAATY/vuEivM1UXbo/s400/ATT0000111.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TDvJJ_XqpFI/AAAAAAAAATQ/m6gLLimXfOc/s1600/ATT0000222.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TDvJJ_XqpFI/AAAAAAAAATQ/m6gLLimXfOc/s400/ATT0000222.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TDvH-iK1R_I/AAAAAAAAATI/j2AFCy9Ocn0/s1600/ATT0000333.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TDvH-iK1R_I/AAAAAAAAATI/j2AFCy9Ocn0/s400/ATT0000333.jpg" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TDvHlFPaOWI/AAAAAAAAATA/AI_cL2Yqgck/s1600/ATT0000444.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TDvHlFPaOWI/AAAAAAAAATA/AI_cL2Yqgck/s320/ATT0000444.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TDvHW3wxPmI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Ub-HYCObpzM/s1600/ATT0000555.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TDvHW3wxPmI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Ub-HYCObpzM/s640/ATT0000555.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Só rindo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Is this a chain reaction? Let's not fight it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The New Cities - Leaders Of The Misled&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-3204389076642088533?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/3204389076642088533/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/07/seus-problemas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/3204389076642088533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/3204389076642088533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/07/seus-problemas.html' title='seus problemas'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TDvJgKixSHI/AAAAAAAAATY/vuEivM1UXbo/s72-c/ATT0000111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-4172946601135906189</id><published>2010-07-10T23:16:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T23:20:25.851-03:00</updated><title type='text'>good times and enjoying.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu nunca fiz muito da vida pra sentir necessidade de aproveitar férias como agora. Um semestre de MUITA ralação me rendeu uma bela vontade de sair fazendo tudo o possível, pra enfrentar mais uma metade do ano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E agora é diferente, porque estou no melhor lugar em que eu podia estar. Claro que essa cidade acabou me pirando um pouco, com a loucura de ser assaltada, do trânsito caótico, dos desencontros e atrasos, mas me encontro nessa selva de pedra, cidade cinza. Principalmente porque há pessoas com as quais eu gosto de conviver pra me acompanhar e quando não tem, sempre se dá um jeito de encontrar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Pessoas com mentes parecidas, que fazem surgir oportunidades de sorrir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;É engraçado como eu me enganei sobre o estilo de vida metropolitano, mas uma coisa é certa e me traz satisfação:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sendo quem quer que você seja, você não será julgado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não tanto quanto no interior no qual todos querem tomar conta da sua vida, controlando (ou tentando) seu jeito de ser e agir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Faz muito tempo que não escrevo aqui, principalmente por causa do Tumblr e toda a coisa, mas tenho feito coisas interessantes que mereciam posts. Mas o que eu queria citar hoje foi ter ido até Osasco encontrar classmates incríveis e ter um ‘bom tempo’ com eles, depois de uma sexta com Jack Daniel’s e doideiras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A vida pode ser boa, e afinal ela TEM que ser. É só uma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E a conclusão que eu demorei pra chegar, e que veio ontem num momento de ebriedade, é essa:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pamelaneder.tumblr.com/post/793128208/cuz-life"&gt;http://pamelaneder.tumblr.com/post/793128208/cuz-life &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stay safe, and enjoy this fuckin crazy world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shots - LMFAO&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-4172946601135906189?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/4172946601135906189/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/07/good-times-and-enjoying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/4172946601135906189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/4172946601135906189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/07/good-times-and-enjoying.html' title='good times and enjoying.'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-5534277464600891180</id><published>2010-07-02T10:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T10:49:10.788-03:00</updated><title type='text'>STELAAAAAAAAAAAAA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TC3uLm9LKEI/AAAAAAAAARM/1vc10G_a-YQ/s1600/Picture201072104011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TC3uLm9LKEI/AAAAAAAAARM/1vc10G_a-YQ/s640/Picture201072104011.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we are SO beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-5534277464600891180?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/5534277464600891180/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/07/stelaaaaaaaaaaaaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/5534277464600891180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/5534277464600891180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/07/stelaaaaaaaaaaaaa.html' title='STELAAAAAAAAAAAAA'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TC3uLm9LKEI/AAAAAAAAARM/1vc10G_a-YQ/s72-c/Picture201072104011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-4170678376396128984</id><published>2010-06-28T04:36:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T04:37:58.731-03:00</updated><title type='text'>de boa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu queria te amar menos, ter menos vontade de te encontrar, tomar um outro capuccino e falar sobre a vida. Não desejar mais outro beijo, não lembrar de nada do que aconteceu, apagar esses anos. Te ver e não te querer, não achar nada de atraente em você, lembrar que não merece a minha consideração. Pensar em você como todo o resto do mundo pensa. Não procurar explicação sobre aquilo que você prometeu explicar. Ignorar essa vontade de falar tanta coisa. Mandar um foda-se pra tudo, não ver mais suas fotos, não ter que conviver com as coisas que você deixou comigo, não sentir. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Só não sentir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-4170678376396128984?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/4170678376396128984/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/06/de-boa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/4170678376396128984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/4170678376396128984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/06/de-boa.html' title='de boa...'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-6921795424850452775</id><published>2010-06-15T01:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T17:00:55.052-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='química'/><title type='text'>e você...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;reclamando da sua química de colegial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Química Geral&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Química Orgânica I&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bioquímica: Estrutura de  Biomoléculas e Metabolismo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bioquímica Experimental&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Química  Inorgânica&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Química Analítica&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Química Orgânica II&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Físico-Química&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Química  Analítica Instrumental&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Química Orgânica Experimental&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Química  Orgânica III&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Química Farmacêutica I&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Química Farmacêutica II&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tecnologia  Químico-Farmacêutica I&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Química Farmacêutica III&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tecnologia  Químico-Farmacêutica II&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bioquímica Clínica&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-6921795424850452775?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/6921795424850452775/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/06/e-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/6921795424850452775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/6921795424850452775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/06/e-voce.html' title='e você...'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-8291248859338440249</id><published>2010-06-14T18:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T18:45:59.859-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Abstract</title><content type='html'>No começo do semestre, esse era meu medo. Agora se tornou a coisa mais fácil do mundo perto das mil SUBs que eu ainda vou fazer. Aprenda algo sobre café, se você quiser, lendo meu trabalho final de Informação Científica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Evidences indicate the relationship between coffee consumption and the development or prevention of diseases. Research was done in scientific articles to prove the veracity of coffee and diabetes information contained in a Brazilian non-scientific blog about healthy habits.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Literature searches were conducted using the Web of Science database up to June 2010. The terms searched were "coffee" or "caffeine", "type 2 diabetes" and the name of the institution "Journal of Agricultural and Food Chemistry”.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is confirmed that regular consumption of coffee reduces the risk of type 2 diabetes in the study cited in the blog, but not all the studies have found changes for markers of glucose metabolism in habitual coffee drinkers. The relationship between coffee consumption and cholesterol levels is shown in one of them; however the study cited in the blog says nothing about the reduction of cardiovascular problems. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The duration of the tests with mice and the methods used, cited on the blog, were confirmed by the study performed by students from Nagoya University. Caffeine ingestion also caused an amelioration of hyperglycemia, the improvement of insulin sensitivity and of fatty liver, just the blog says.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It can be concluded that the material published on the blog shows a great majority of truthful information and confirmed by scientific studies. Such studies show that the relationship between coffee consumption and improvement of type 2 diabetes, hyperglycemia and liver disease is true. The quotations made by the blog correspond exactly to the words used in the study published in the source provided and give more credit to the content published.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-8291248859338440249?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/8291248859338440249/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/06/abstract.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/8291248859338440249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/8291248859338440249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/06/abstract.html' title='Abstract'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-2010394526880976690</id><published>2010-06-01T16:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T16:49:58.831-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Email, Foto e Vídeo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu já estava pensando em fazer um post pra mostrar minhas atualizações no Flickr e no YouTube, já que finalmente consegui postar as coisas que eu precisava, mas não estava muito animada. Quando recebi um email do meu caríssimo companheiro de Física Experimental, &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/marcosnona"&gt;Marcos Nona&lt;/a&gt;. E ri a TON disso e me estimulou a vir blogar. Check it out:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="ReadMsgBody BorderTop" id="readMsgBodyContainer" onclick="return Control.invoke('ReadingPane', '_onBodyClick', event);" style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;div class="ExternalClass" id="MsgContainer"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Prezadas parceiras nas aulas de física!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Envio-lhes  agora os nossos tão estimados relatórios de física em duas versões: na  versão do office atual (extensão .docx) e do office antigo ( extensão  .doc).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Abaixo, seguem as notas obtidas  por nós em cada um dos relatórios:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;1o  Relatório: 8,5&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;2o Relatório: 7,5&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;3o Relatório: 7,0&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;4o  Relatório: 7,0&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;5o Relatório: não foi  corrigido.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;6o Relatório: não foi feito.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;É com muito orgulho que afirmo: mesmo que  alcancemos nota zero nos dois próximos relatório (o que certamente não  ocorrerá) já alcançamos a tão sonhada média 5,0. Agradeço vosso apoio  nos árduos finais de semana e a paciência concedida nas massantes  segundas-feiras na companhia do ga-gago.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Minha cara Giulia, te encaminho  este e-mail para que vossa-mercê confeccione o seu próprio relatório da  melhor forma possível. Por obséquio, usufrua inteligentemente do  material que lhe forneço.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Caríssima Pâmela, estude os  relatórios com muito fervor e me contate caso surja alguma dúvida.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reluzente  Natália, espero que tenha se curado de tua enfermidade. Agradeço  humildemente o material oferecido e te estimo tudo de melhor neste final  de semestre.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Excelentíssima Paula, agradeço o  método inteligível empregado nas anotações do último laboratório. Sou  imensamente grato pelo auxílio prestado à minha pessoa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Atenciosamente,  do único, absoluto e insubstituível,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Marcos  Nona.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu mereço? Não, eu não mereço. KKKKKKKKKKKK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;____________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sobre meu Flickr, eu fiz uma nova conta, com um nome de usuário mais condizente com minha fase. E eu finalmente consegui upar algumas coisas, dentre minhas fotos com a cam profissional do show do FTSK, mais algumas fotos que eu tirei em casa, dêem uma olhadinha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pamelaneder/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/pamelaneder/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;____________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E meu YouTube FINALMENTE tem vídeos. Fiquei anos sem&amp;nbsp; nada, agora fiz meu canal, formatei, tem umas coisinhas lá. Vou por o último que eu upei aqui, se você quiser ver mais é só clicar &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/PamelaNeder"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/PamelaNeder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="580"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cXD3LCqMRJI&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&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/cXD3LCqMRJI&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-2010394526880976690?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/2010394526880976690/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/06/email-foto-e-video.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/2010394526880976690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/2010394526880976690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/06/email-foto-e-video.html' title='Email, Foto e Vídeo'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-1929023161560105564</id><published>2010-05-31T19:42:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T19:45:23.218-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye, May.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O mês. O mês em que coisas que não faziam parte nem das maiores brisas vieram  se tornar realidade, em que destilados foram água mineral, leite e café,  que pé virou artigo de luxo, que carteira só continha coisas  indispensáveis e estava longe, que dinheiro veio de pessoas recentemente  conhecidas (e já muito amadas), que pessoas finjiram ser simpáticas,  pessoas não tão amáveis a princípio se mostraram incrivelmente  prestativas, pontos em comum (mais do que o suposto) foram descobertos,  diferenças ficaram ainda mais evidentes, de aprender cálculo e se salvar  o mínimo, de tudo estar maravilhosamente rolando e NUM PISCAR de  olhos... Em tudo que poderia dar certo deu, e que poderia dar errado também. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mês pra fazer coisas antes intoleráveis pra tentar poupar alguém. De se desiludir. De desiludir. Voltar mais forte. De se envolver, de deixar passar. Querer mudar tudo e logo depois voltar a perceber que aquilo que é, só é. Não é mutável. Perceber que nem tudo é feito com propósito, que merda acontece e as consequências são inesperadas. Ser surpreendido pela intensidade e pela sensatez (ou falta delas).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ser convencido de que tudo é PONTO DE VISTA. De ter tido auto-estima alimentada e presenciar tentativas frustradas do contrário. De ser segurada enquanto caía, de ter um colo num avião depois de uma noite difícil. Volta ao começo. Recomeço. Novos objetivos, consumação, se sentir livre apesar de preso. Sorrindo com humor que atinge minorias e maiorias. Ser surpreendido. Ser ainda mais surpreendido. Entender que não se tem certeza de nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sustentei o insustentável. Tentei. Só por esse mês.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: x-large;"&gt;A month to remember. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-1929023161560105564?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/1929023161560105564/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/05/bye-may.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/1929023161560105564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/1929023161560105564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/05/bye-may.html' title='Bye, May.'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-4077636715387610002</id><published>2010-05-30T20:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T20:00:08.961-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4001/4648836177_e6cec3ac3d_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="481" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4001/4648836177_e6cec3ac3d_b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-4077636715387610002?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/4077636715387610002/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/05/moon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/4077636715387610002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/4077636715387610002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/05/moon.html' title='Moon'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4001/4648836177_e6cec3ac3d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-2487691155481923283</id><published>2010-05-27T15:22:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T15:23:12.213-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camarim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what do you want from me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forever the sickest kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ftsk'/><title type='text'>FTSK Camarim (vídeo)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Depois de muito tempo sem conseguir vir no segundo andar de casa e mexer no meu próprio computador, hoje consegui upar o vídeo dos meninos ensaiando WDYWFM no camarim em Sampa. Sim, a voz ridícula no fundo é minha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="295" style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/koTOfkmslLA/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/koTOfkmslLA&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/koTOfkmslLA&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-2487691155481923283?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/2487691155481923283/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/05/ftsk-camarim-video.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/2487691155481923283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/2487691155481923283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/05/ftsk-camarim-video.html' title='FTSK Camarim (vídeo)'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-4300869106008828734</id><published>2010-05-21T18:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T18:01:25.598-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tortura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animal'/><title type='text'>Leia, Por Favor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; line-height: normal;"&gt;O Deputado&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edson Portilho&lt;/b&gt;, do Rio Grande do Sul, teve a desventura de criar um projeto de lei que permite que os animais sejam torturados e sacrificados em rituais religiosos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O parlamentar, sabendo que os protetores dos animais se manifestariam, fez a seguinte trama: marcou a apresentação para votação da lei num dia de julho, mas fez um chamado urgente e marcou a reunião às pressas, mais cedo. Os únicos avisados foram os demais deputados. Ou seja: não havia defesa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os animais não tiveram oportunidade de ter pessoas que os representassem. Quem poderia responder por eles? E aconteceu o que mais temíamos: houve 32 votos contra os animais e apenas 2 a favor. Os animais agora poderão ter olhos e dentes arrancados e cortados em vários pedaços para fazer o tal Banho de Sangue. Os animais que não servem mais para o ritual são mortos a sangue frio, conscientes e sem qualquer anestesia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, vamos garantir que o deputado nunca mais consiga se reeleger. Divulgue, para que&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edson Portilho&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;não&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;se eleja para mais nenhum tipo de cargo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fonte :&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://url4.eu/2mOOz" style="color: #02679c; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;http://url4.eu/2mOOz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Assine a favor da defesa da vida animal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ajudem a Lei de proteção animal:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;''É rapido! É só preencher o formulario no link abaixo.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.leideprotecaoanimal.com.br/" style="color: #02679c; cursor: pointer; font-weight: inherit; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;http://www.leideprotecaoanimal.com.br/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Não podemos deixar uma barbaridade dessas assim.&amp;nbsp;Precisamos de 500 MIL assinaturas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-4300869106008828734?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/4300869106008828734/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/05/leia-por-favor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/4300869106008828734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/4300869106008828734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/05/leia-por-favor.html' title='Leia, Por Favor.'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-4686809556895836026</id><published>2010-05-21T00:42:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T00:50:05.684-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parabéns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farmácia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='álcool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aniversário'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faculdade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='provas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='república'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bebida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='química'/><title type='text'>Segundo o Cods</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Meu querido companheiro de classe, Gustavo, aka Codorna ou Cods, elaborou uma teoria muito boba sobre bebida e estilo de vida. Agora, 0:35 dentro do que eu insisto em chamar de casa, com a televisão ligada na cozinha, alguns cantando, outros conversando, outros na Quinta&amp;amp;Breja e depois de alguns house-mates terem ido comprar mais álcool, eu me convenci de que a teoria dele é real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dez estágios sobre você e a bebida&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;1. Eu não bebo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;2. Eu bebo muito pouco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;3. Eu bebo socialmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;4. Eu bebo regularmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;5. Eu bebo bastante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;6. Eu bebo muito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;7. Eu bebo pra caralho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;8. Eu bebo até ficar bem ruim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;9. Eu bebo pra entrar em coma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;10. Eu moro em república.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Isso é o resumo da minha vida. Desde que me mudei, as oportunidades de encher a cara sextuplicaram. E eu tava indo nessa onda. Sim, eu &lt;b&gt;estava. &lt;/b&gt;Agora vejo todo mundo prestes a acabar as P2, cumprindo seus menos de 20 créditos ridículos e eu penando pra não ser jubilada da faculdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DICA: se você quer ficar tranquilo, preste vestibular pra qualquer coisa de humanas, ou Biologia, Nutrição, Adm, essas coisas. NÃO vá pra Farmácia e Bioquímica, ou exatas. NÃO.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;____________________________________________&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Agora um PS mais importante que o assunto principal. Hoje é aniversário de uma das melhores pessoas que eu já conheci, alguém do qual muitas pessoas não chegarão aos pés NUNCA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Afonso Amorim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;, meu amigo,&amp;nbsp;irmão, companheiro, bands-exchanger, jogador de poker, msn-partner, Pat cover, meu TUDO. PARABÉNS, meu garo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;to.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-4686809556895836026?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/4686809556895836026/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/05/segundo-o-cods.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/4686809556895836026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/4686809556895836026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/05/segundo-o-cods.html' title='Segundo o Cods'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-2317680135016512769</id><published>2010-05-17T23:25:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T00:04:17.215-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fobia do Inbox</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não, não estou temendo do que eu vou encontrar lá. É justamente o contrário. Quem acompanhou a última semana da minha vida sabe exatamente por quê. Estou com medo do que não vou encontrar lá, uma insegurança que me torna INCAPAZ de logar minha conta de email.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fobia de SMS. Também estou sofrendo dela. Digitar um texto e enviá-lo parece ser a coisa mais complicada do mundo., Já tentei umas cinco vezes e parece que não está funcionando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meu pé? Continua dentro da tala. E está me dando um trabalho magnífico. Bem agora que minhas P2 estão todas por fazer. Quer saber? Como diz o Milton, se eu cheguei até aqui, o que vem pela frente é paraíso. Mesmo assim, não abrirei meu email hoje.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Frouxa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-2317680135016512769?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/2317680135016512769/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/05/fobia-do-inbox.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/2317680135016512769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/2317680135016512769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/05/fobia-do-inbox.html' title='Fobia do Inbox'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-7961475504854424723</id><published>2010-05-13T17:46:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T18:31:32.355-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; 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Recebi 239 visitas de perfil ontem, fico pensando o que as pessoas estão procurando lá.Voltei pra Minas num sentimento de vazio como o nome do post diz, não aguento mais ver seriados. Agradeçoa todomundo que tá me dando / me deu apoio durante essa loucura toda, à preocupação do Milton, do Ivo e do Caleb também, que tá fazendo uma falta tremenda. Por favor, não façam piadas desse sentimento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;E uma coisa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;'that party was the worst thing that has ever happened to me'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-7961475504854424723?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/7961475504854424723/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/05/nostalgia.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/7961475504854424723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/7961475504854424723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/05/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-5571909975154529074</id><published>2010-05-11T23:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T23:59:41.920-03:00</updated><title type='text'>It's over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But i have the memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/S93-9DVLU2I/AAAAAAAAAKE/KFM7J-kBnFU/s1600/forever+the+sickest+kids-fd0003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/S93-9DVLU2I/AAAAAAAAAKE/KFM7J-kBnFU/s640/forever+the+sickest+kids-fd0003.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-2469644202307617963?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/2469644202307617963/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/05/four-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/2469644202307617963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/2469644202307617963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/05/four-days.html' title='Four Days'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/S93-9DVLU2I/AAAAAAAAAKE/KFM7J-kBnFU/s72-c/forever+the+sickest+kids-fd0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-6159726351979634754</id><published>2010-05-01T15:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T15:12:19.515-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Days (Happy B-Day, Austin)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/S9xu5YYo7KI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/tHrWeLA6YKM/s1600/Forever+The+Sickest+Kids-fd0016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/S9xu5YYo7KI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/tHrWeLA6YKM/s640/Forever+The+Sickest+Kids-fd0016.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-6159726351979634754?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/6159726351979634754/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/05/five-days-happy-b-day-austin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/6159726351979634754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/6159726351979634754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/05/five-days-happy-b-day-austin.html' title='Five Days (Happy B-Day, Austin)'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/S9xu5YYo7KI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/tHrWeLA6YKM/s72-c/Forever+The+Sickest+Kids-fd0016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-3628763633944760555</id><published>2010-04-30T00:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T00:42:49.062-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/S9pRlSNbl9I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/xhGcmRWVniU/s1600/Kyle+Burns-fd0000.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/S9pRlSNbl9I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/xhGcmRWVniU/s640/Kyle+Burns-fd0000.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-3628763633944760555?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/3628763633944760555/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/04/six-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/3628763633944760555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/3628763633944760555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/04/six-days.html' title='Six Days'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/S9pRlSNbl9I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/xhGcmRWVniU/s72-c/Kyle+Burns-fd0000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-3345754469991930505</id><published>2010-04-29T00:35:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T00:36:36.906-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/S9j-uasAQFI/AAAAAAAAAJk/NqeInaKzfuc/s1600/3895214618_0397d7988e_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/S9j-uasAQFI/AAAAAAAAAJk/NqeInaKzfuc/s640/3895214618_0397d7988e_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-3345754469991930505?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/3345754469991930505/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/04/seven-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/3345754469991930505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/3345754469991930505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/04/seven-days.html' title='Seven Days'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/S9j-uasAQFI/AAAAAAAAAJk/NqeInaKzfuc/s72-c/3895214618_0397d7988e_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-7344554193656909524</id><published>2010-04-26T02:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T02:34:24.198-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Seventeen Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tem 17 anos e fugiu de casa&lt;br /&gt;Às sete horas na manhã no dia errado&lt;br /&gt;Levou na bolsa umas mentiras pra contar&lt;br /&gt;Deixou pra trás os pais e o namorado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um passo sem pensar&lt;br /&gt;Um outro dia, um outro lugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pelo caminho, garrafas e cigarros&lt;br /&gt;Sem amanhã, por diversão, roubava carros&lt;br /&gt;Era Ana Paula, agora é Natasha&lt;br /&gt;Usa salto quinze e saia de borracha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O mundo vai acabar&lt;br /&gt;E ela só quer dançar&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pneus de carros cantam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tem sete vidas mas ninguém sabe de nada&lt;br /&gt;Carteira falsa com a idade adulterada&lt;br /&gt;O vento sopra enquanto ela morde&lt;br /&gt;Desaparece antes que alguém acorde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cabelo verde, tatuagem no pescoço&lt;br /&gt;Um rosto novo, um corpo feito pro pecado&lt;br /&gt;A vida é bela, o paraíso é um comprimido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  Qualquer balaco ilegal ou proibido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-7344554193656909524?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/7344554193656909524/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/04/seventeen-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/7344554193656909524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/7344554193656909524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/04/seventeen-forever.html' title='Seventeen Forever'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-578377979845212839</id><published>2010-04-17T17:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T17:35:50.729-03:00</updated><title type='text'>E todo dia é assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/S8oa8Z8mnqI/AAAAAAAAAJM/aFIl0I61J4I/s1600/my_time_schedule.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/S8oa8Z8mnqI/AAAAAAAAAJM/aFIl0I61J4I/s640/my_time_schedule.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isso é exatamente a vida que eu tô levando desde que entrei na facul. às vezes só durmo mais tarde do que 2 da manhã. Obrigado &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/t17_dorf"&gt;Caio Taniguchi&lt;/a&gt; e créditos ao &lt;a href="http://www.blameitonthevoices.com/"&gt;http://www.blameitonthevoices.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-578377979845212839?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/578377979845212839/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/04/e-todo-dia-e-assim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/578377979845212839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/578377979845212839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/04/e-todo-dia-e-assim.html' title='E todo dia é assim...'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/S8oa8Z8mnqI/AAAAAAAAAJM/aFIl0I61J4I/s72-c/my_time_schedule.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-7385006195023521954</id><published>2010-04-11T23:17:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T00:09:15.791-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this gonna be forever?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.orkut.com/orkut/photos/OgAAAE5-DWkyjs-HITTC2Kez35UQH5Qc_pf3DaMZpcvQ7yg9CfAbXJFAhmnN7HL5ZpohS18LDra4cANa5hk9zRWNCXAAm1T1UBnmz0MQwixzvtJl4yeJc6W1I58c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://images.orkut.com/orkut/photos/OgAAAE5-DWkyjs-HITTC2Kez35UQH5Qc_pf3DaMZpcvQ7yg9CfAbXJFAhmnN7HL5ZpohS18LDra4cANa5hk9zRWNCXAAm1T1UBnmz0MQwixzvtJl4yeJc6W1I58c.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu já não tenho certeza se é isso que eu quero. Eu nunca tive dias tão bem vividos, deitar a cabeça no travesseiro (ou sem ele num lugar novo) com a sensação de que aquele dia foi tudo que você precisava, se sentir cansado de curtição, é realmente o que me faz sentir bem. Como diria &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;a banda&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;i&gt;‘I’m sleeping so little but I’m living a good life’&lt;/i&gt;. Mas a vida não é só essa correria doida de rolês insanos, sleepovers, cafés e álcool. Tudo seria muito simples sem responsabilidades, sem deveres, sem preocupações. Pegar cada segundo e empregá-lo de uma forma a te dar satisfação, prazer. Mas ver todos ao seu redor se esforçando por algo melhor, e você agindo inconsequentemente, às vezes não é tão bom como  parece ser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hora de pensar na esfera do mundo real. Mas o que eu sou vai ser difícil de abandonar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/S8KA7bblmNI/AAAAAAAAAIc/oqnxqspmJSc/s1600/foto0434s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/S8KA7bblmNI/AAAAAAAAAIc/oqnxqspmJSc/s200/foto0434s.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.orkut.com/orkut/photos/OgAAAPW9LuLL9CsFu6jou0jRnBBGoguy1xERV0G6TCLorAqu42Ovem-PlFkV1fcW1XGzV13wrkTYYLshtztu4DFupyoAm1T1UIYyK_q0k58aXMlZbR4djDWhoLU4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;A Day To Remember - Holdin' It  Down For The Underground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-7385006195023521954?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/7385006195023521954/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/04/is-this-gonna-be-forever.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/7385006195023521954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/7385006195023521954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/04/is-this-gonna-be-forever.html' title='Is this gonna be forever?'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/S8KA7bblmNI/AAAAAAAAAIc/oqnxqspmJSc/s72-c/foto0434s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-5647645065590068298</id><published>2010-03-30T14:16:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T14:17:21.867-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Frapuccino Mocha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acabei de testar uma invenção aqui, porque não há Starbucks no interior, então temos que criar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Receita de Frapuccino Mocha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;4 colheres (sopa) de creme de leite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;10 cubos de gelo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;1 colher (sopa) rasa de Nescafé&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;1 colher (sopa) cheia de achocolatado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;2 colheres (sopa) de acúcar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;150 mL de leite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Bata todos os ingredientes, exceto o leite, no liquidificador. Acrescente o leite e bata novamente. Não dissolva todo o gelo (eu prefiro assim). Se desejar, acrescente o chantilly por cima.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu garanto, fica muito bom. =9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-5647645065590068298?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/5647645065590068298/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/03/frapuccino-mocha.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/5647645065590068298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/5647645065590068298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/03/frapuccino-mocha.html' title='Frapuccino Mocha'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-2344991694147594096</id><published>2010-03-27T00:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T00:08:32.461-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Será?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acabei de receber isso por email e como eu tô precisando de distração, eu fiz e achei um resultado interessante.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;SIGNIFICADO DAS CORES E DE SEU  ANIVERSÁRIO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Isto é divertido então veja o que acontece, mas não trapaceie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não trapaceie. Se você é honesto, esse teste diz a verdade.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Isso é muito bom.. Escreva suas respostas em um pedaço de papel, e SEM TRAPAÇAS! As respostas estão no final.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. Qual cor você prefere: vermelho, preto, azul, verde ou amarelo?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. Qual é a inical do seu nome?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;3. Seu mês de aniversário?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;4. Que cor você gosta mais: preto ou branco?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;5. Nome de uma pessoa do mesmo sexo que o seu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;6. Qual seu número favorito?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;7. Você prefere voar ou dirigir?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;8. Você prefere lago ou oceano?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;9. Faça um pedido (um pedido realista).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quando terminar, abaixe a página... (não trapaceie!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Minhas Respostas:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Vermelho&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Abril&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Preto&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Camila&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. 17&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Voar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Oceano&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Respostas:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; 1. Se você escolheu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;- Vermelho - Você é alerta e sua vida é cheia de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Preto - Você é conservador e agressivo&lt;br /&gt;- Verde - Sua alma é relaxada e você é meio preguiçoso e despreocupado&lt;br /&gt;- Azul- Você é espontâneo(a) e ama beijos e afeto das pessoas amadas&lt;br /&gt;- Amarelo - Você é muito feliz e dá bons conselhos àqueles que estão pra baixo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Se sua inicial é:&lt;br /&gt;- A-K  Você tem muito amor e amizades em sua vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;- L-R   Você tenta aproveitar a vida ao máximo e sua vida amorosa está próxima de aflorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- S-Z   Você gosta de ajudar os outros e seu futuro amoroso parece muito bom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Se você nasceu em:&lt;br /&gt;- Jan-Mar: O ano será muito bom para você e você descobrirá que irá se apaixonar por alguém totalmente inesperado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;- April-June: Você terá um forte relacionamento amoroso que não irá durar bastante, mas memórias irão durar para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #f6b26b;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;  sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- July-Sep: Você terá um ótimo ano e irá passar por uma grande mudança para melhor em sua vida&lt;br /&gt;- Oct-Dec: Sua vida amorosa não será assim ótimoa, mas você irá encontrar sua alma gêmea eventualmente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Se você escolheu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;- Preto: Sua vida tomará um rumo diferente, irá parecer difícil no momento mas será o melhor para você e você será&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #f6b26b;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;  grato pela mudança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Branco: Você terá um amigo completamente fiel à você e que por você faria qualquer coisa, mas talvez você não&lt;br /&gt;perceba isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;5. Essa pessoa é seu melhor amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;6. Esse é o número de amigos próximos que você tem em sua vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Se você escolheu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;- Voar: Você gosta de aventuras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dirigir: Voce é uma pessoa despreocupada e meio preguiçosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Se você escolheu:&lt;br /&gt;- Lago: Você é leal à seus amigos e amante e você é bastante reservado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;- Oceano: Você é espontâneo(a) e gosta de agradar aos outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #f6b26b;" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;9. Esse desejo se tornará realidade se você encaminhar esse email para cinco pessoas em uma hora.&lt;br /&gt;Encaminhe para dez e o desejo se tornará  realidade antes do seu próximo aniversário!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, lógico que isso é muito geral, mas eu estou pensando sobre!&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-2344991694147594096?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/2344991694147594096/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/03/sera.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/2344991694147594096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/2344991694147594096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/03/sera.html' title='Será?'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-6878963302696235870</id><published>2010-03-24T01:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T01:17:48.250-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Old friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But now i realize forever that y&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ou're my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No matter  what you will never leave me to fend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou tendo as  experiências mais loucas da minha vida, dias que valem por 100,  conhecendo gente que me dá alegria... eu estou &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vivendo&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Mas  eu vou fazer o possível pra que o que eu vivi não se apague e não  pareça memória distante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6666cc;"&gt;Eu sinto sim saudade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; E espero que isso não passe.&lt;br /&gt;Essa  música significa muito pra mim, e pela primeira vez estou chorando  aqui. Obrigado a todos os meus amigos por me proporcionarem isso. Nossa amizade não seguiu uma  linha contínua, mas me mostrou um caminho que me fez construir o que eu  sou. Isso não tem preço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;(trecho de um depoimento a uma amiga que eu tenho certeza que vai me fazer pensar dentro de alguns anos) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-6878963302696235870?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/6878963302696235870/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/03/old-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/6878963302696235870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/6878963302696235870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/03/old-friends.html' title='Old friends'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-5620057809594203256</id><published>2010-03-20T13:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T13:09:19.944-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='COSEAS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='USP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AMORCRUSP'/><title type='text'>Realidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu&amp;nbsp; não ando falando muito sobre a facul aqui porque em sua totalidade eu ando bebendo todo dia, me divertindo e não dá tempo de ficar fazendo relatos. Mas hoje recebi um email sobre algo que acontece com frequência na USP e de que não me orgulho, mas é uma boa informação pra quem está de fora do esquema e pra quem tem intenção de estudar naquele USPício.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;COMUNICADO DO SERVIÇO SOCIAL DA COSEAS SOBRE A  OCUPAÇÃO DO NOSSO ESPAÇO DE TRABALHO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;Os funcionários técnicos e administrativos da Divisão de Promoção  Social da Coordenadoria de Assistência Social desta Universidade vêm a  público manifestar seu profundo desagrado e o sentimento de desrespeito  pelo trabalho que desenvolvem, conforme atestam os acontecimentos  relatados a seguir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;Em 18/03/2010, às duas horas da madrugada, a diretoria da  Associação dos Moradores do Conjunto Residencial da USP, acompanhada de  alunos e não alunos, decidiu ocupar o prédio onde funciona o Serviço  Social da Coordenadoria de Assistência Social desta Universidade, órgão  responsável pela administração do CRUSP e seleção dos alunos aos  diversos benefícios existentes, entre outras atribuições.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;A chamada “ocupação pacífica” foi justificada pelo grupo com o  seguinte:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Falta de vagas na moradia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Atraso da reitoria na conclusão  da obra de um novo bloco de residência&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Expulsões arbitrárias de  moradores (inclusive de madrugada)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Fim do programa Bolsa Trabalho&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Irregularidades constatadas nos  processos de seleção sócio-econômica da Coseas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Privatização do espaço de moradia  cedida pela USP ao banco Santander&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Terceirização e precarização das  condições de trabalho em órgãos administrados pela Coseas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Política de vigilância e  perseguição e violência implementada pela Coseas contra os moradores.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reivindicações da ocupação&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Mais vagas na moradia e nos  alojamentos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Agilização da conclusão das obras  do novo bloco de moradia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Fim das expulsões arbitrárias de  estudantes da moradia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Fim do serviço de vigilância e da  prática de violência irregular da Coseas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Autonomia dos estudantes no  espaço da moradia e nos processos seletivos para os programas de  permanência&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Contratação de funcionários e  melhoria nas condições desumanas de trabalho e atendimento nos  restaurantes da Coseas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: justify;"&gt;(Fonte: Coseas Ocupada - panfleto  distribuído na ocasião)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;Na manhã dessa quinta-feira, fomos impedidos de entrar em nossas  salas para trabalhar e mesmo de retirar objetos e documentos pessoais,  sob xingamentos e ameaças.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;O trabalho do Serviço Social sempre foi pautado pela possibilidade  de participação dos alunos por meio do diálogo, buscando melhorias no  entendimento. Os critérios do processo seletivo atual foram discutidos  ao longo dos últimos anos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;A invasão nos tirou as ferramentas de trabalho de forma violenta,  pois nenhuma ocupação pacífica se dá por arrombamento de portas e  impedimento do acesso dos funcionários.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;Salientamos que nesse espaço encontram-se documentos sigilosos que  se revelados deixam pública a situação social e econômica de todos os  que dependem do atendimento do Serviço Social deste campus, quais sejam  alunos e trabalhadores docentes e técnico administrativos que participam  das diversas seleções (creches, moradia, bolsas etc).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;Em relação às reivindicações apresentadas, temos a dizer o  seguinte:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;a  maioria não pertence à alçada de nosso trabalho e nossa possibilidade de  resolução. O que nos compete é o estudo das necessidades e fornecimento  de subsídios para que outras instâncias tomem decisões a respeito dos  apoios, incluindo a construção de moradias;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;Em  relação aos &lt;i&gt;atendimentos aos calouros&lt;/i&gt;, neste início de 2010, de  todos os alunos pleiteantes aos benefícios do acolhimento, que  comprovaram necessidade de apoio, atribuímos, emergencialmente, o  seguinte: 180 bolsas alimentação (refeição gratuita nos restaurantes  universitários), 74 vagas provisórias no alojamento do Crusp, 65  auxílios moradia (R$300,00 por mês), 30 auxílios transporte (R$ 150,00).  A demanda não atendida refere-se a: 37 alunos que não completaram a  documentação, 14 que desistiram do curso ou do apoio, 5 que já possuem  uma graduação e 13 que estão fora de perfil socioeconômico desse grupo  requisitante. Estes dados são somente do campus do Butantã.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;A &lt;i&gt;bolsa  trabalho&lt;/i&gt; não foi extinta e sim substituída pelo Programa “Aprender  com Cultura e Extensão” da Pró-Reitoria de Cultura e Extensão  Universitária, tendo a quantidade ampliada de 600 para 900 bolsas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;A  respeito das &lt;i&gt;expulsões arbitrárias&lt;/i&gt;, esclarecemos que tal fato não  ocorre no horário noturno. Os alunos que já esgotaram o tempo de  permanência ou que são formados e que se negam a deixar a moradia, são  submetidos a processo judicial e notificados por oficiais de justiça.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;A &lt;i&gt;prática  irregular de violência &lt;/i&gt;(existe violência regular?) não faz parte da  prática dos agentes de segurança que muito têm colaborado no sentido de  mediar conflitos entre moradores e evitar transtornos. Estes agentes  fazem um trabalho de prevenção e proteção dos próprios moradores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;Sobre  a &lt;i&gt;autonomia nos processos de seleção&lt;/i&gt; acreditamos que para ser  legítimo esse processo deve ser feito por profissionais capacitados para  sua operacionalização com ética e sigilo, pois deve ser imparcial. O  diagnóstico social e o atendimento é prerrogativa do assistente social  conforme a legislação pertinente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;Quanto  &lt;i&gt;às irregularidades no processo seletivo&lt;/i&gt;, trabalhamos a partir de  informações, declarações e documentos de responsabilidade dos usuários.  A comprovação da situação socioeconômica de cada um é feita a partir  destes documentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;Baseadas nisto, vimos solicitar o apoio da comunidade uspiana para  retomarmos o quanto antes nosso espaço e condições de trabalho, evitando  prejuízos aos alunos e trabalhadores que dependem do nosso fazer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;São Paulo, 19 de março de 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;Equipe do Serviço Social da Coseas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;Com o apoio da Coordenadora da Coseas &lt;br /&gt;e de seus Diretores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O que tem de elite dentro dessas coisas pagando de coitado nao tá no gibis. Eu fico do lado da necessidade, acho que a universidade tem sim meios de ajudar mais estudantes, desde que sja sem hipocrisia. Isso&amp;nbsp; é só um dos aspectos que eu nao conhecia sobre o lugar onde eu estudo, e até o fim da graduação muita coisa vai aparecer aqui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-5620057809594203256?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/5620057809594203256/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/03/realidade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/5620057809594203256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/5620057809594203256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/03/realidade.html' title='Realidade'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-468048827447915457</id><published>2010-02-28T15:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T15:22:47.338-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O que passou, passou!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tudo ficou pra trás. Meus medos, minha angústia, todas as pessoas tolas que se contentam com a vidinha medíocre do interior e queria que eu fizesse o mesmo, coisas boas e coiass ruins. &lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;Tempo de recomeçar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; com pessoas incríveis, novas experiências, toneladas de festas, litros de álcool, folhas de xerox, e um pouquinho de responsabilidade.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu não tenho do que reclamar. Eu estou EXATAMENTE onde eu gostaria de estar, com boas companhias e uma grande oportunidade de mudar a minha história. &lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;Tempo de construir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;de amadurecer, de viver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As coisas estão fuincionando pra mim, e eu estou extremamente agradecida primeiro a Deus por estar ao&amp;nbsp; meu lado todo o tempo, e a todas as pessoas dessa Terra que de alguma fora me incentivaram , acreditaram ou até mesmo desconfiaram de que eu era capaz. Ao apoio psicológico de gente que mesmo sem saber, está me ajudando demais nisso. A todo mundo que sorriu e chorou comigo durante a caminhada. &lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;Tempo de seguir em frente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f9cb9c; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f9cb9c; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Vou tentar de tudo, aproveitar pra que um dia eu possa me  lembrar&lt;br /&gt;Vou dizer que o que passou, passou. Pára com isso e  vem sentir a pressão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Mash - O que passou, Passou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/S4q0DeniNNI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/V6-0U6mCJRw/s1600-h/DSC03328sd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/S4q0DeniNNI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/V6-0U6mCJRw/s400/DSC03328sd.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-468048827447915457?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/468048827447915457/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-que-passou-passou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/468048827447915457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/468048827447915457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-que-passou-passou.html' title='O que passou, passou!'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/S4q0DeniNNI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/V6-0U6mCJRw/s72-c/DSC03328sd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-4004896101615356633</id><published>2010-02-18T19:49:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T21:59:32.996-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Big</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu colocaria &lt;a href="http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2009/11/faz-sentido.html"&gt;Eighty-Eights&lt;/a&gt; aqui novamente pra descrever o que eu estou sentindo. Essa música é muito mais do que &lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/224835984/1031d6e9/07-farewell-eighty-eights.html"&gt;2:37&lt;/a&gt; de sintetizador e letra combinados numa melodia chiclete. Ela é meu apoio pra tudo que parece me amedrontar, simplesmente por me fazer sentir que eu nao tô sozinha nesse sentimento. Mas não faz sentido eu repetir a mesma letra no mesmo blog, mesmo que em situações diferentes, até porque outro acontecimento, uma única frase, me fez entender que há muito mais por trás desse desespero que eu estou sentindo agora. E foi isso:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;@PamelaNeder &lt;/b&gt;you feel like ur too small and the world is too big. that you may not be able to handle this. that you need some time... right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;@PamelaNeder &lt;/b&gt;it definitely goes away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Logo eu, que sempre achei legal ser a 'tal errada', eu que nem sempre calma, mas nunca preocupada. &lt;/i&gt;Agora me vejo no ponto em que não há como voltar, em que tudo parece querer me engolir, quando eu pensava que esse seria o melhor momento do mundo. Eu não tô sozinha nisso, claro, mas o mundo agora vai me cobrar responsabilidade e pela primeira vez eu assumo que eu nao tenho o suficiente disso pra encarar tudo de peito aberto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PS.: OBRIGADA &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;@FAREWELLTHEBAND&lt;/span&gt; POR TER FEITO A MELHOR MÚSICA DESSE MUNDO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-4004896101615356633?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/4004896101615356633/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/02/too-big.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;O Mandamento Sagrado: &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Bixo é Burro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bixo é e sempre será Burro!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Veterano sempre tem razão.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nunca discorde de um veterano.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bixo não tem direito nenhum a vergonha, timidez ou constrangimento.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seja um bom pedinte na hora de pedágio, e você será recompensado.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seja generoso nas contribuições financeiras para as festas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jamais perca a Festa dos Bixos.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Você deve mostrar toda a raça da Farmácia no BIXUSP.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Os bixos devem fazer uma festa de LIBERTAÇÃO pra não tomarem &lt;b style="color: #e06666;"&gt;trote de novo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bixo que não vai para o InterUSP no primeiro ano fica zicado a faculdade inteira.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tem que decorar todos os hinos da Farmácia USP pra cantar junto com o Farmatuque.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Você só é Farmácia USP depois de cantar um “CONHE-CI um Farmacêutico em forma de Guri!”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bixo que nunca bebeu, vai começar em 2010.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bixo que já bebia antes vai QUINTUPLICAR os porres.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A faculdade não consumirá somente a sua saúde, mas também a sua reputação.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuidado pra não ganhar a eleição de bixo lixo ou bixete lixete feita no final do ano durante o Interanos (outro evento imperdível!).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;O tempo na faculdade não se conta em anos, mas em InterUSPs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quando você pensa que não há professor pior, sempre haverá.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sim... tem química pra cacete em nossa graduação.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Retirado do "Manual dos Bixos 2010" da FARMA USP. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PS.: RI MUITO DESSA PORRA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-874853019308339901?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/874853019308339901/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/02/20-mandamentos-sagrados-dos-bixos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/874853019308339901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/874853019308339901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/02/20-mandamentos-sagrados-dos-bixos.html' title='20 mandamentos Sagrados dos Bixos'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-368054615366948327</id><published>2010-02-10T17:25:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T17:25:22.128-02:00</updated><title type='text'>É estranho.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É estranho estar sendo pinatda até dentro dos ouvidos e estar feliz por isso. É estranho ter que trocar o conforto de um quarto individual, grande com tudo que vc precisa pra uma república com 4 pessoas numa suíte e se sentir feliz por isso. É estranho deixar seus pais a 300 km de você, ser sozinho numa cidade-país e se sentir feliz por isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muita coisa é estranha, mas quem falou que algum dia eu fui normal? Agora sou &lt;b&gt;bixete com 16 anos, vou me mudar prum lugar demasiadamente louco e isso é o início do meu sonho.&lt;/b&gt; Obrigada a quem acreditou e a quem NÃO acreditou. Isso só me impusionou pra frente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/S3MHian8sLI/AAAAAAAAAII/W-B4S1DR-OY/s1600-h/carteirinha+USP.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/S3MHian8sLI/AAAAAAAAAII/W-B4S1DR-OY/s400/carteirinha+USP.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-368054615366948327?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/368054615366948327/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/02/e-estranho.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/368054615366948327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/368054615366948327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/02/e-estranho.html' title='É estranho.'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/S3MHian8sLI/AAAAAAAAAII/W-B4S1DR-OY/s72-c/carteirinha+USP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-1421636374458816422</id><published>2010-02-07T17:13:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T17:16:05.688-02:00</updated><title type='text'>#FTSKinBrazil is real.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu demorei pra vir postar, mas é que o fato me trouxe muita correria. Eu agora tenho certeza que 2010 é o MEU ano. FTSK is always something that's worth fighting for. E eu sempre acreditei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/S28PzpedExI/AAAAAAAAAIA/oV2zy-8sCQs/s1600-h/4332729525_1aa66fa22a_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/S28PzpedExI/AAAAAAAAAIA/oV2zy-8sCQs/s640/4332729525_1aa66fa22a_o.jpg" width="451" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;E pra refletir:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Muita gente riu de mim quando eu disse que podia fazer &lt;b style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;o que eu quisesse da minha vida&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b; font-size: large;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; foram muitos anos de vivência, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;MUITOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; baldes de água fria na cabeça, muitos goles a mais, alguns passos para trás, só flagrando a cena. Mas ainda estou aqui tentando conquistar o meu espaço, com muita ou pouca condição, mas &lt;b style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;a cabeça... eu não abaixo&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-1421636374458816422?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/1421636374458816422/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/02/ftskinbrazil-in-real.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/1421636374458816422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/1421636374458816422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/02/ftskinbrazil-in-real.html' title='#FTSKinBrazil is real.'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/S28PzpedExI/AAAAAAAAAIA/oV2zy-8sCQs/s72-c/4332729525_1aa66fa22a_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-1139019996256093832</id><published>2010-02-03T17:18:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T17:18:50.697-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu. Fui. Aprovada.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/S2nLsl-7lzI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Wo7aDLkRXjc/s1600-h/2010-02-03_163147.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="371" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/S2nLsl-7lzI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Wo7aDLkRXjc/s400/2010-02-03_163147.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, guys, 16 anos, sem cursinho,&lt;b style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #f6b26b;"&gt;bixete da USP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Eu poderia pedir MAIS alguma coisa? Não, não por hoje.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Obrigado, Deus e Cristo por terem cuidado de mim e me ajudado nisso.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-1139019996256093832?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/1139019996256093832/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/02/eu-fui-aprovada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/1139019996256093832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/1139019996256093832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/02/eu-fui-aprovada.html' title='Eu. Fui. Aprovada.'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/S2nLsl-7lzI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Wo7aDLkRXjc/s72-c/2010-02-03_163147.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-307582472515229746</id><published>2010-01-25T17:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T17:15:58.330-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pâmela is ANGRY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Existem pouquíssimas coisas que me deixam com vontade de explodir, que me tiram do sério mesmo. E duas delas aconteceram ontem, simultaneamente. Eu  não sei conviver com &lt;b style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;injustiça&lt;/b&gt; nem com &lt;b style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;situações que fogem do meu controle&lt;/b&gt;. Eu queria entender porque o mundo funciona na base das pessoas influentes. A gente põe a cara em algo, se dedica, e no final alguém transforma seu esforço em cinzas, tomando sem merecimento aquilo que é seu &lt;b style="color: #e06666;"&gt;por direito&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por que tem que ser assim? Eu realmente não sei, sei que poucas vezes eu senti raiva como eu senti ontem. E ter que conviver com isso sem poder fazer absolutamente nada pra mudar é ainda mais doloroso. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Agora estou num dilema indescritível, entre tentar mudar isso e só piorar a situação ou ficar quieta esperando tudo acontecer, que não é nem nunca foi do meu feitio. Mas e a coragem? E se o efeito for inverso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;São coisas fáceis de esquecer, deixar de lado e não chorar,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;tudo que eu quiser eu vou ter.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Aditive - Ganhar ou Perder&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sempre foi pra ser assim, não é? &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-307582472515229746?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/307582472515229746/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/01/pamela-is-angry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/307582472515229746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/307582472515229746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/01/pamela-is-angry.html' title='Pâmela is ANGRY!'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-8762008531648147605</id><published>2010-01-23T01:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T01:04:45.636-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ir e vir...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...Ainda é um direito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nos últimos tempos eu venho sentido que o mundo quer me calar. E provavelmente ele também quer calar você. Por um longo tempo eu fui do tipo rebelde sem causa, achava bonito ir contra o sistema, falava o que dava na telha e depois que superei isso, passei a achar ridículo esse tipo de atitude. Mas de uma coisa eu tenho saudade. Naquela época as pessoas costumavam &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;respeitar minha opinião. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É incrível como a liberdade de expressão vem sendo tirada de mim a cada dia que passa. Estou em várias redes sociais, tenho pessoas com quem conversar, mas parece que o que eu tenho a dizer já não importa tanto como o que as pessoas querem ouvir. Eu tenho esse blog, onde eu sou honesta e achei que podia falar o que gostaria, afinal o blog pertence a mim e lê quem está interessado, mas eu já não me sinto mais à vontade para escrever todas as minhas felicidades e anseios porque isso parece desagradar&amp;nbsp;alguns. Tenho twitter, mas meus seguidores (e até não seguidores) às vezes se revoltam com o que digo. Tenho orkut, mas o meu carisma e a minha paciência machuca alguns, que pensam se tratar de hipocrisia e jogo sujo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu só quero ser &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;sincera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! E HONESTA comigo mesma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Essa semana, presenciei isso na mais perfeita forma, com o tweet de um famoso respondendo algo a uma fã. Ela só deu a opinião. Isso é errado, a ponto de uma mobilização geral para tirar com a cara dela? Eu detesto o cara e mal sei quem é a garota, mas eu acho que estão tirando direitos essenciais da sociedade por conta dos próprios dogmas e concepções. O&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt; mundo não poupa você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e você nem sempre vai ouvir o que gosta. Por isso deixe de tentar vetar o DIREITO da liberdade de expressão do outro e olhe mais pra si. O problema pode estar em você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A livre expressão é o que constrói a nação &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Independentemente da moeda em sua cotação!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Raimundos - Deixa Eu Falar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-8762008531648147605?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/8762008531648147605/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/01/ir-e-vir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/8762008531648147605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/8762008531648147605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/01/ir-e-vir.html' title='Ir e vir...'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-5045268783267708090</id><published>2010-01-21T01:24:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T15:20:40.053-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Como eu escrevo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não, não vim filosofar, pra felicidade de quem ainda lê meu blog. É que eu sempre achei curioso a maneira como cada pessoa tem as caligrafias diferentes, &lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;eu DETESTO Astrologia&lt;/span&gt; e tudo do tipo, por isso nunca fui atrás daquelas exlicações sobre as letras mostranto a personalidade. Mas a falta extrema do que fazer hoje à noite e a falta de vontade de conectar no MSN me fez ir fazer o teste. E o que eu encontrei me surpreendeu um tanto. Vou destacar as partes que me fizeram pensar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff66cc;"&gt;Apaixonado&lt;span style="color: #663399;"&gt;              (Emotivo Ativo Secundário) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sobre o          tipo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt; Apaixonado:&lt;br /&gt;Ambiciosos que realizam. &lt;br /&gt;Extrema tensão de toda a personalidade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Atividade concentrada num fim único. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominadores, naturalmente aptos para o comando. Sabem dominar e utilizar          sua violência. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Solícitos, respeitáveis, gostando do convívio social.          &lt;br /&gt;Palestram geralmente bem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomam a sério a família, a pátria, a religião.          &lt;br /&gt;Têm profundo sentimento da grandeza e sabem dominar as necessidades          orgânicas; vão às vezes até o ascetismo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Valor dominante: a obra a realizar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;É preciso evitar tomar o termo "apaixonado"          no sentido da linguagem corrente, que qualifica assim um ser que se entrega          descontroladamente ao império de seu temperamento e de seus desejos,          numa corrida desenfreada em busca do prazer. Aqui, ao contrário,          se o "apaixonado", como emotivo que é, sente profundamente          os estímulos exteriores e tem uma vida interior rica, modera e          dirige, graças a sua Secundariedade, seus impulsos instintivos,          chegando inclusive, a sublimá-los canalizando para a ação          a energia que poderia gastar de outra maneira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua emotividade e sua atividade, reforçadas pela permanência          dos objetivos, proporcionam à todos os atos uma extrema tensão. &lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dá prosseguimento, com tenacidade infalível, à realização          de uma obra suscetível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; de marcar-lhe a existência, e &lt;b style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;suas          decepções momentâneas poucas vezes são por          ele consideradas como fracassos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;; são, de preferência, uma          razão suplementar para redobrar os esforços na mesma direção.          É conhecido pelo ardor frenético em que se conjugam a necessidade          de agir, a ambição de realizar e os estímulos da          emotividade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pouco lhe importa, aliás, ser compreendido ou odiado, desde que          esteja pessoalmente convencido da nobreza de suas aspirações          ou da grandeza de seu empreendimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;         &lt;b&gt;[Juro que nunca pensei que eu pudesse ser tão bem definida num período.]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;A essa implacável auto-exigência corresponde uma exigência          equivalente para com os outros. O apaixonado não admite ser distraído          ou travado em seus empreendimentos. Quando dá uma ordem é          para ser obedecido; quando alguém merecedor de sua estima lhe dá          uma ordem, está pronto a cumprí-la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando em polaridade desarmônica: À tão grande tensão de todo o ser, suscetível          de acarretar os maiores sucessos, podem corresponder também grandes          perigos: a megalomania, a obstinação cega, a perseverança          teimosa, a tirania, a dureza, o desprezo, a paranóia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;              &lt;td style="text-align: center;" width="100%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;A Harmonia predomina                nas 3 áreas de sua personalidade. (Mente, Corpo e Espirito) Os ideais,                as aspirações e a intelectualidade (A parte superior da letra),                encontram se em equilíbrio com a expressão dos sentimentos, o bom                senso, a atuação no dia a dia (A parte mediana) e com o aspecto                físico, sexual, instintivo do seu ser, a parte "terra" da nossa                existência. O balanceamento mostra que as potencialidades estão                disponíveis e que o caminho pela estrada da vida será produtivo                e apropriado, levando em conta a característica básica que é o tipo                psicológico acima descrito. Todos os centros energéticos (chacras)                estão abertos e equilibrados. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Há uma necessidade de                que seu ponto de vista seja vencedor, de que suas opiniões venham                a prevalecer e que seu espaço seja respeitado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Mas está disponível                para o&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dialogo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, apelando para o bom senso e o interesse do grupo.                Sabe ceder se necessário, mas não abre mão de seu ideal e sua liberdade.                Sabe ouvir seus oponentes e argumenta com firmeza mas normalmente                com sensibilidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="100%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;              &lt;td width="100%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Normalmente tem independência                de espirito. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Sabe ficar centrado e embasado nos próprios conceitos                e opiniões.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Mostra firmeza, estabilidade,&lt;strike&gt; indiferença&lt;/strike&gt;, autocontrole,                força de vontade, &lt;strike&gt;frieza, reserva,&lt;/strike&gt; rigidez, individualidade e prudência. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;               &lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Sabe viver aproveitando o momento presente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que eu risquei não tem nada a ver comigo. Mas foi a melhor descrição que eu já encontrei pra mim. &lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Persistente.&lt;/span&gt; Independentemente do que achem de mim.&lt;br /&gt;É isso, partilhei um pouco de mim, e um dia posto minha caligrafia aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-5045268783267708090?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/5045268783267708090/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/01/como-eu-escrevo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/5045268783267708090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/5045268783267708090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/01/como-eu-escrevo.html' title='Como eu escrevo...'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-2961094247073767702</id><published>2010-01-18T16:46:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T16:46:23.036-02:00</updated><title type='text'>It’s cool. Really?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acho engraçadão e um pouco decepcionante quando vejo como as meninas da minha idade vêem a vida e meu pai ainda me chama de fútil simplesmente por lutar por algo que ele considera irrelevante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A vida inteira me perguntei por que diabos as pessoas fúteis &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;estão sempre acompanhadas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. É até trágico você ver alguém que vive de aparência, de contar calorias, vestir as roupas, bolsas e sapatos do momento, dependente de revistas adolescentes e que sabe a cor preferida de todos os membros da bandinha do momento nunca ficar sozinha. Eu não teria o menor saco, se tivesse no lugar de algum homem, de agüentar alguém que só fala de esmalte, cabelo, moda e Capricho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não é nada pessoal, eu até tenho amigas que não ficam muito longe disso, mas eu prefiro não viver assim. Ou amadureci depressa demais ou sou uma aberração. Não sei quem é Eduardo Surita, nem Francisco Devito (é esse mesmo o nome?), acho que o Justin Bieber é menina, não ouço Jonas Brothers e detesto McFly. O vocalista do Cine é feio e eu não sei qual a cor de biquíni pra esse verão. &lt;b style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Eu sou desse mundo?&lt;/b&gt; Sim, mas acho que o mundo é muito mais que essa realidade de ‘Colírios’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vamos atrás se ajudar o planeta, usas um produto ecológico, fazer uma caridade, visitar um asilo, acolher um cachorrinho de rua. Coisas que fazem diferença pro mundo e não te transforma num boneco consumista, escravo de tendências. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;#musicmonday:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Go Periscope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Na boa, eles são MUITO bons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-2961094247073767702?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/2961094247073767702/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-cool-really.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/2961094247073767702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/2961094247073767702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-cool-really.html' title='It’s cool. Really?'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6533466008534701093.post-776427962569743621</id><published>2010-01-18T03:28:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T03:38:36.184-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem corre atrás...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como eu digo em todas as minhas biografias, eu tenho muitos sonhos. Muitos mesmo. E uma coisa em comum neles é que todos têm sua grandeza. São coisas que a maioria das pessoas olha e diz: &lt;i&gt;desencana, isso não é pra você&lt;/i&gt; ou &lt;i&gt;por que você insiste nisso, você é maluca, garota&lt;/i&gt;. Mas esse é um lance que eu nunca fiz, dar ouvido às pessoas. A gente só se subestima com isso, se sente incapaz e menor. Eu fui atrás do que eu acreditei e agora tô recebendo de volta o reconhecimento. É até difícil cair a ficha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu não faço questão de que vocês entendam meu sentimento, até porque &lt;b style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;não há palavras pra definir isso&lt;/b&gt;. Mas o fato é que ELES, MEUS MENINOS, reconhecem minha existência e minha correria e ter meu nome mencionado pra mais de 40000 verem é uma coisa sensacional, indescritível. Eles sabem que eu existo e era isso que eu queria. Mas não esperava que fosse dar tão certo que eu seria uma das ‘&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;melhores fãs ever&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;’ deles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;todo dia&lt;/span&gt; pelo que essa banda, coisa fútil pra muita gente, fez por mim e continua fazendo. Por me manterem sorrindo, trazendo amizades, alegrias. That’s all. Now, images.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/S1PnNSi5pFI/AAAAAAAAAHo/y-X2AhzNO_E/s1600-h/30-12-09+Kyle+%28pam+stoked%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/S1PnNSi5pFI/AAAAAAAAAHo/y-X2AhzNO_E/s640/30-12-09+Kyle+%28pam+stoked%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/S1PliHjWMjI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/hukAIzgu2Rg/s1600-h/2010-01-17_234047.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="289" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/S1PliHjWMjI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/hukAIzgu2Rg/s640/2010-01-17_234047.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso salvou totalmente meu domingo, só Deus sabe como. Aliás, agradeço a Ele por tudo que tá acontecendo, eu invoquei o Santo Nome em prol de um sonho e ele atendeu. &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Obrigada, Senhor. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Quem corre atrás, corre atrás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;É quem faz a coisa acontecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Charlie Brown Jr. - Essa É Pra Quem Ficou Pra Trás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6533466008534701093-776427962569743621?l=pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/feeds/776427962569743621/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/01/quem-corre-atras.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/776427962569743621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6533466008534701093/posts/default/776427962569743621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pamelaisnotlying.blogspot.com/2010/01/quem-corre-atras.html' title='Quem corre atrás...'/><author><name>Pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14428588727459418662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/TFB2Nr5IUoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HfR1oDybkpk/S220/IMG_1107square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8LGC6FXu_ss/S1PnNSi5pFI/AAAAAAAAAHo/y-X2AhzNO_E/s72-c/30-12-09+Kyle+%28pam+stoked%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
