<?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-3179993483664753058</id><updated>2012-01-01T02:07:59.154-02:00</updated><title type='text'>If anything could ever feel this real forever</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524015058979163193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g023zsbxUNo/TbG931xCuXI/AAAAAAAAAio/o2HKBKCF4DU/s220/S6001202h.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179993483664753058.post-531757472960981898</id><published>2011-12-31T16:27:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T02:07:59.163-02:00</updated><title type='text'>This will be our year</title><content type='html'>Dia 31 de Dezembro só serve pra deixar as pessoas saudosas e melancólicas, pra gente assistir o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;show&lt;/span&gt; da virada reclamando da programação ou virar sardinha no meio da multidão, engordar uns bons quilos com o jantar e a ceia e jurar de pé junto que vamos cumprir todas as promessas que fizemos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;exatamente&lt;/span&gt; há um ano atrás.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, de alguma forma, essas últimas 24 horas do ano exercem um tipo de magia inexplicável em quase todos os seres humanos. Parece até que é mania de brasileiro deixar tudo pra cima da hora, e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;refletir&lt;/span&gt; sobre todas as nossas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ações&lt;/span&gt; não é diferente. A gente sempre deixa pro dia 31 de Dezembro. Mas acho válido de qualquer forma.&lt;br /&gt;Esse ano foi pra mim um ano de conquistas: conclui o ensino médio e o curso técnico de Turismo, comecei um segundo curso de língua estrangeira, consegui um estágio e até mudei de namorado! Esse ano minha vida tomou rumos que eu nunca imaginei que tomaria e ainda assim eu não podia desejar mais. Aprendi lições valiosíssimas nesses 12 meses que eu não trocaria por nada nesse mundo! Nesse ano tive uma maior oportunidade de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;refletir&lt;/span&gt; sobre o meu ser e sobre a minha existência; sobre a minha condição de animal pensante habitante desse planeta, e como sempre os meus livros e os meus mestres foram de imensurável importância.  Esse ano eu conquistei maiores responsabilidades, mas com elas veio também a confiança! Dos outros, de mim, em mim mesmo. Infelizmente, receio ter quebrado um ou outro coração no meio dessa caminhada, mas desejo do fundo da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;minh&lt;/span&gt;'alma que esses corações se recuperem. Gostaria de me desculpar por qualquer atitude ou palavra ofensiva dita sem pensar, qualquer ressentimento que tenha ficado, qualquer discussão infundada que eu tenha começado ou que eu tenha alimentado.&lt;br /&gt;Para o próximo ano eu gostaria de mais compreensão para com os outros, mais paciência, menos preguiça, mais ir à luta e menos ficar sentada esperando as coisas acontecerem.&lt;br /&gt;Resumindo: um ótimo 2012!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179993483664753058-531757472960981898?l=unsaaidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/531757472960981898/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179993483664753058&amp;postID=531757472960981898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/531757472960981898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/531757472960981898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-will-be-our-year.html' title='This will be our year'/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524015058979163193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g023zsbxUNo/TbG931xCuXI/AAAAAAAAAio/o2HKBKCF4DU/s220/S6001202h.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179993483664753058.post-5165629515443554928</id><published>2011-12-16T23:33:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T23:45:25.303-02:00</updated><title type='text'>L'agonie</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Sabe aquela coisa toda de sentir um vazio? Pois então, eu não sei.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Eu não sinto a sua falta no minuto em que você vai embora. Pra ser franca, eu só sinto a sua falta umas três ou quatro horas depois. Isso se eu já não estiver dormindo a essa altura. O problema é quando começa. Ah, quando começa... A saudade vem devagar, como se fosse só pra me lembrar de quanto tempo passou desde que você saiu, porque minha noção de tempo é realmente ruim. Mas aí vai piorando. E eu sinto falta do seu toque, do seu cheiro, do seu jeito, da textura da sua língua. Eu sinto falta de você completo. Sem tirar nenhum pedaço. Eu não sinto um vazio. Eu sinto uma agonia. Como se meu estômago tivesse batido asas e desaparecido. Eu sinto um aperto no peito que não é normal. Se tornou comum de cinco meses pra cá, mas não é normal. Daí eu começo a sonhar. Sonho que você voltou, que você vai ficar e não vai mais embora. Mas uma hora eu acordo e lembro que nem tudo é como a gente quer. Nem toda saudade pode ser resolvida num piscar de olhos. Infelizmente eu não posso ter o seu toque, o seu cheiro, o seu jeito, a textura da sua língua, você completo sem tirar nenhum pedaço na hora que eu quiser. Eu tenho que esperar. A sua disponibilidade, a minha, a do tempo, a do destino... E nem sempre ela colabora. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Mas o que se há de fazer? Dizem que é assim que se ama. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;E eu amo. Deus sabe como eu amo, Deus sabe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179993483664753058-5165629515443554928?l=unsaaidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5165629515443554928/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179993483664753058&amp;postID=5165629515443554928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/5165629515443554928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/5165629515443554928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/2011/12/lagonie.html' title='L&apos;agonie'/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524015058979163193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g023zsbxUNo/TbG931xCuXI/AAAAAAAAAio/o2HKBKCF4DU/s220/S6001202h.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179993483664753058.post-6770226543529173046</id><published>2011-08-04T21:46:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T00:18:22.228-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha jóia</title><content type='html'>Se eu pudesse, ficava o dia todo agarrada, pendurada em você. Sentindo o seu cheiro maravilhoso, mechendo no seu cabelo macio e mordendo a sua orelha carnuda.&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse, ficava o dia todo agarrada, pendurada na sua boca. Porque beijo melhor não tem, não tem.&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse, te apertava o tempo todo, te abraçava o tempo todo, te teria o tempo todo.&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse... Ah, se eu pudesse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Caminharemos lado a lado&lt;br /&gt; Uma questão de afinidade&lt;br /&gt; Música, dança, tempero e sabor&lt;br /&gt; Afeto, amparo, carinho e calor (...)"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179993483664753058-6770226543529173046?l=unsaaidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6770226543529173046/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179993483664753058&amp;postID=6770226543529173046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/6770226543529173046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/6770226543529173046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/2011/08/minha-joia.html' title='Minha jóia'/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524015058979163193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g023zsbxUNo/TbG931xCuXI/AAAAAAAAAio/o2HKBKCF4DU/s220/S6001202h.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179993483664753058.post-7698728214925274174</id><published>2011-04-16T23:49:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T23:49:56.817-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Deveria ser crime federal partir o coração de alguém :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179993483664753058-7698728214925274174?l=unsaaidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7698728214925274174/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179993483664753058&amp;postID=7698728214925274174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/7698728214925274174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/7698728214925274174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/2011/04/deveria-ser-crime-federal-partir-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524015058979163193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g023zsbxUNo/TbG931xCuXI/AAAAAAAAAio/o2HKBKCF4DU/s220/S6001202h.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179993483664753058.post-1570248700415464508</id><published>2010-09-17T15:21:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T21:52:52.753-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Querer é querer e ponto final</title><content type='html'>Querer é querer e ponto final. &lt;br /&gt;Não adianta dizer que é vontade e vontade é coisa que dá e passa.&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero, tu queres, ele quer, nós queremos.&lt;br /&gt;Então por que há de julgar o próximo se queres tanto quanto ele?&lt;br /&gt;Querer é desejo, é tensão antes da satisfação; quase um orgasmo múltiplo depois da realização.&lt;br /&gt;Querer é querer e ponto final.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179993483664753058-1570248700415464508?l=unsaaidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1570248700415464508/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179993483664753058&amp;postID=1570248700415464508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/1570248700415464508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/1570248700415464508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/2010/09/quer-e-querer-e-ponto-final.html' title='Querer é querer e ponto final'/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524015058979163193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g023zsbxUNo/TbG931xCuXI/AAAAAAAAAio/o2HKBKCF4DU/s220/S6001202h.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179993483664753058.post-8214976977769812279</id><published>2010-08-11T23:19:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T15:32:28.119-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm walking on sunshine..."</title><content type='html'>To feliz SIM, to me sentindo bem por dentro e por fora como não acontecia há tempos!&lt;br /&gt;E, acredito eu, que é um reflexo de algo que eu sempre busquei na minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Infelizmente, eu sempre botei os problemas alheios à frente dos meus, pensando que era a maior prova de amizade que eu poderia dar. Alguns chamam de egoísmo, mas eu prefiro acreditar que é apenas amor-próprio. Esse meu altruísmo exarcebado nem sempre me fez bem, até porque eu não tinha como resolver os dilemas dos outros sem antes resolver os meus, e muitas vezes quebrei a cara por isso.&lt;br /&gt;Então, a cheers for my new lifestyle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;E que dessa vez finalmente funcione...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"(...) Então começei a me livrar de tudo que não fosse saudável, pessoas, tarefas, tudo e qualquer coisa que me pusesse para baixo.&lt;br /&gt;De início, minha razão chamou essa atitude de egoísmo.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sei que se chama amor-próprio... Desisti de ficar revivendo o passado e de me preocupar com o futuro. &lt;br /&gt;Isso me mantém no presente, que é onde a vida começa."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179993483664753058-8214976977769812279?l=unsaaidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8214976977769812279/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179993483664753058&amp;postID=8214976977769812279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/8214976977769812279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/8214976977769812279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-walking-on-sunshine.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m walking on sunshine...&quot;'/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524015058979163193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g023zsbxUNo/TbG931xCuXI/AAAAAAAAAio/o2HKBKCF4DU/s220/S6001202h.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179993483664753058.post-6160365321287700035</id><published>2010-06-11T00:11:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T20:03:12.653-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Felicidade</title><content type='html'>Há muito tempo eu não sabia o que era acordar cinco horas da manhã e ir pra escola com um sorriso de orelha a orelha. Há muito tempo eu não olhava o celular de cinco em cinco minutos esperando ver alguma mensagem ou ligação, e sorrindo ainda mais (se é que isso é possível) com cada sinal de vida dado. Há muito tempo eu não sentia esse friozinho na barriga antes de ver alguém, essa adrenalina de namorar escondido na pracinha perto de casa. Há muito tempo eu não ficava feliz com acontecimentos tão simples como um olhar trocado, uma brincadeira boba, uma &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;mão&lt;/span&gt; boba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"(...)Vontade ingênua de ficar e não pensar em nada&lt;br /&gt;Planejando pra fazer acontecer ou simplesmente refinando essa amizade&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou dizendo na sequência bem clichê:&lt;br /&gt;'eu preciso de você'..."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo, Lobo bobo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179993483664753058-6160365321287700035?l=unsaaidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6160365321287700035/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179993483664753058&amp;postID=6160365321287700035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/6160365321287700035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/6160365321287700035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/2010/06/felicidade.html' title='Felicidade'/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524015058979163193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g023zsbxUNo/TbG931xCuXI/AAAAAAAAAio/o2HKBKCF4DU/s220/S6001202h.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179993483664753058.post-6002815693413711800</id><published>2010-04-01T21:06:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T18:17:31.824-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is watching someone die...</title><content type='html'>"Eu disse que o amava.&lt;br /&gt;Ele disse que era recíproco.&lt;br /&gt;Eu vivi.&lt;br /&gt;Ele viveu.&lt;br /&gt;Nós vivemos.&lt;br /&gt;Juntos.&lt;br /&gt;Só que ninguém contou o quão devagar os dias passam.&lt;br /&gt;Ele sabia.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não.&lt;br /&gt;E então já não éramos 'nós'.&lt;br /&gt;Éramos 'eu' vírgula 'ele'.&lt;br /&gt;E então ele viveu.&lt;br /&gt;Eu estagnei."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;"So who's gonna watch you die?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179993483664753058-6002815693413711800?l=unsaaidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6002815693413711800/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179993483664753058&amp;postID=6002815693413711800&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/6002815693413711800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/6002815693413711800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/2010/04/love-is-watching-someone-die.html' title='Love is watching someone die...'/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524015058979163193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g023zsbxUNo/TbG931xCuXI/AAAAAAAAAio/o2HKBKCF4DU/s220/S6001202h.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179993483664753058.post-2170919780641006230</id><published>2010-03-27T22:28:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T20:16:35.126-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Unwell</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;“All day staring at the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;Making friends with shadows on my wall&lt;br /&gt;All night hearing voices telling me&lt;br /&gt;That I should get some sleep&lt;br /&gt;Because tomorrow might be good for something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like I'm headed for a breakdown&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell&lt;br /&gt;I know right now you can't tell&lt;br /&gt;But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see&lt;br /&gt;A different side of me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired&lt;br /&gt;I know right now you don't care&lt;br /&gt;But soon enough you're gonna think of me&lt;br /&gt;And how I used to be... me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking to myself in public&lt;br /&gt;Dodging glances on the train&lt;br /&gt;And I know, I know they've all been talking about me&lt;br /&gt;I can hear them whisper&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me think there must be something wrong with me&lt;br /&gt;Out of all the hours thinking&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I've lost my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been talking in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon they'll come to get me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, they're taking me away”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179993483664753058-2170919780641006230?l=unsaaidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2170919780641006230/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179993483664753058&amp;postID=2170919780641006230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/2170919780641006230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/2170919780641006230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/2010/03/unwell.html' title='Unwell'/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524015058979163193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g023zsbxUNo/TbG931xCuXI/AAAAAAAAAio/o2HKBKCF4DU/s220/S6001202h.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179993483664753058.post-3708433013360488548</id><published>2010-02-20T19:22:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T21:44:55.460-03:00</updated><title type='text'>EU TE AMO!</title><content type='html'>Ao contrário do que muita gente pensa, eu acho que devemos sim lembrar todos os dia às pessoas queridas que as amamos! Sem essa de 'banalização do amor'. Pra mim, banalizar o amor é desperdiçá-lo com quem não merece. Você não gosta de saber que é amado? Hein?&lt;br /&gt;Não é bom quando o seu amigo(a)/namorado(a)/família te diz aquele 'eu te amo' sincero? Então! Vamos fazer assim: todo dia você vai dizer 'eu te amo', pelo menos uma vez, às pessoas que você &lt;b&gt;realmente&lt;/b&gt; ama. Mas também não adianta só falar, é preciso demonstrar com gestos de carinho: um abraço, um beijo, &lt;i&gt;aquele&lt;/i&gt; beijo... Faça o teste e veja você mesmo como essas pessoas vão ficar mais felizes, como a convivência vai ficar melhor e como você também vai se sentir melhor. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179993483664753058-3708433013360488548?l=unsaaidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3708433013360488548/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179993483664753058&amp;postID=3708433013360488548&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/3708433013360488548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/3708433013360488548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/2010/02/eu-te-mo.html' title='EU TE AMO!'/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524015058979163193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g023zsbxUNo/TbG931xCuXI/AAAAAAAAAio/o2HKBKCF4DU/s220/S6001202h.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179993483664753058.post-7924929691444387084</id><published>2010-02-11T16:20:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T20:17:06.763-03:00</updated><title type='text'>sorte de hoje</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Se você nunca sentiu medo, vergonha ou dor, é porque nunca correu riscos"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que eu ando correndo riscos demais...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179993483664753058-7924929691444387084?l=unsaaidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7924929691444387084/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179993483664753058&amp;postID=7924929691444387084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/7924929691444387084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/7924929691444387084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/2010/02/sorte-de-hoje-se-voce-nunca-sentiu-medo.html' title='sorte de hoje'/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524015058979163193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g023zsbxUNo/TbG931xCuXI/AAAAAAAAAio/o2HKBKCF4DU/s220/S6001202h.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179993483664753058.post-6486257443944042385</id><published>2010-02-10T03:05:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T19:53:10.116-03:00</updated><title type='text'>porque contos de fadas não existem</title><content type='html'>Sabem, toda vez que eu resolvia fazer uma 'mudança drástica' na minha vida, eu pensava: 'não! a partir de agora, tudo vai ser diferente!'. Eu procurava um 'final feliz'.&lt;br /&gt;Eu achava que a simples decisão de reavaliar os meus hábitos e as minhas decisões faria com que daquele momento em diante tudo fosse perfeito. Não haveria mais nada que me prejudicasse, que fosse ruim... E, só agora, depois de tanto tempo, eu percebi que estava errada. Completamente errada.&lt;br /&gt;Desista. A sua vida não vai virar um conto de fadas só porque uma súbita força de vontade se apoderou do seu corpo. Pode ser que você se sinta melhor, as coisas melhorem. Mas não importa o rumo que o seu destino tiver, a vida sempre vai lhe pregar peças. Você sempre vai ter novos desafios para vencer, caminhos longos a percorrer e decisões difíceis a serem tomadas.&lt;br /&gt;Mas nem por isso se deve desistir. É sempre bom atualizar as suas metas, ter novos pontos-de-vista em relação à antigos assuntos, acrescentar mais sonhos à sua lista de coisas a fazer antes de morrer...&lt;br /&gt;É importante para que a sua alma não envelheça, para que ela esteja sempre jovem, independente da sua idade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Para que cada barreira encontrada e tombada seja comemorada.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179993483664753058-6486257443944042385?l=unsaaidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6486257443944042385/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179993483664753058&amp;postID=6486257443944042385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/6486257443944042385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/6486257443944042385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/2010/02/porque-contos-de-fadas-nao-existem.html' title='porque contos de fadas não existem'/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524015058979163193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g023zsbxUNo/TbG931xCuXI/AAAAAAAAAio/o2HKBKCF4DU/s220/S6001202h.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179993483664753058.post-6031018171612416878</id><published>2010-02-01T02:56:00.015-02:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T20:17:20.548-03:00</updated><title type='text'>you put me back together</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"It's cold outside. Is there someone there tonight?&lt;br /&gt;It's cold outside. Would you let me come inside and make it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, it's clear that I'm not getting better.&lt;br /&gt;When I fall down, you put me back together.&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone in my room, I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;When I fall down, you put me back together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I daydream&lt;br /&gt;We're eating ice cream&lt;br /&gt;It's such a nice scene&lt;br /&gt;But then I wake up crying&lt;br /&gt;I know I've just been lying"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179993483664753058-6031018171612416878?l=unsaaidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6031018171612416878/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179993483664753058&amp;postID=6031018171612416878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/6031018171612416878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/6031018171612416878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-put-me-back-together-its-cold.html' title='you put me back together'/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524015058979163193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g023zsbxUNo/TbG931xCuXI/AAAAAAAAAio/o2HKBKCF4DU/s220/S6001202h.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179993483664753058.post-8773034500772595114</id><published>2010-01-22T15:26:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T03:53:43.651-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Retiro espiritual?</title><content type='html'>Só digo isso: Peró é o paraíso e eu não volto mais para a civilização, beijos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179993483664753058-8773034500772595114?l=unsaaidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8773034500772595114/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179993483664753058&amp;postID=8773034500772595114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/8773034500772595114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/8773034500772595114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/2010/01/retiro-espiritual.html' title='Retiro espiritual?'/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524015058979163193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g023zsbxUNo/TbG931xCuXI/AAAAAAAAAio/o2HKBKCF4DU/s220/S6001202h.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179993483664753058.post-5044964517131475764</id><published>2010-01-07T14:12:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T20:35:43.017-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Resoluções para 2010</title><content type='html'>1 - Estudar (muito) mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - Conseguir uma boa pontuação no vestibular AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - Ganhar dinheiro de alguma forma, hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - Ser uma melhor filha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 - Ser uma melhor amiga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 - Aprender a mantar a boca fechada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 - Ser menos orgulhosa AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 - Correr atrás da minha felicidade e não esperar que as coisas caiam do céu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 - Não perder contato com pessoas que não vejo mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 - Ser eu mesma, indepente de qualquer coisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179993483664753058-5044964517131475764?l=unsaaidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5044964517131475764/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179993483664753058&amp;postID=5044964517131475764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/5044964517131475764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/5044964517131475764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/2010/01/resolucoes-para-2010.html' title='Resoluções para 2010'/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524015058979163193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g023zsbxUNo/TbG931xCuXI/AAAAAAAAAio/o2HKBKCF4DU/s220/S6001202h.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179993483664753058.post-4811871023598822759</id><published>2010-01-02T02:28:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T03:53:51.362-03:00</updated><title type='text'>But maybe I'll be back someday after my holiday</title><content type='html'>Não gosto de me sentir sozinha, nem um pouco. Odeio esse sentimento de vazio, de que falta alguma coisa, e não importa quanto tempo passe, você não descobre o que é.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu só tenha sofrido mais perdas do que eu aparentemente consigo suportar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179993483664753058-4811871023598822759?l=unsaaidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4811871023598822759/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179993483664753058&amp;postID=4811871023598822759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/4811871023598822759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/4811871023598822759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/2010/01/but-maybe-ill-be-back-someday-after-my.html' title='But maybe I&apos;ll be back someday after my holiday'/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524015058979163193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g023zsbxUNo/TbG931xCuXI/AAAAAAAAAio/o2HKBKCF4DU/s220/S6001202h.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179993483664753058.post-5462757816667561794</id><published>2009-12-31T23:52:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T03:53:58.714-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tchau 2009!</title><content type='html'>Um post bem rápido, só pra não passar em branco. Um ótimo 2010 para todos, muita saúde, paz e amor porque o resto é lucro!&lt;br /&gt;Bom, é isso. &lt;br /&gt;Feliz ano novo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;23:22, consegui um tempinho pra vir aqui!&lt;br /&gt;Acho que agora eu posso escrever o que eu queria.&lt;br /&gt;Bom, o que eu queria era dizer um pouco do que eu aprendi em 2009.&lt;br /&gt;Em 2009 eu ganhei responsabilidade, maturidade e paciência, muita paciência. Aprendi a ser mais tolerante com os erros dos outros e com os meus próprios.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que TUDO tem que ter um limite, TUDO. Se não sai do seu controle.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi a não me conformar com o que me impõem, aprendi a questionar. &lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que não importa quantos milhares de novos amigos você faça, os antigos sempre vão fazer falta. E você deve ser cuidado ao extremo para que eles não saiam da sua vida. &lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que é bom manter os pés no chão de vez em quando, te impede de levar um tombo muito grande. Mas é um pé no chão, não um pé atrás. Porque mais importante que isso é confiar nas pessoas. Não cegamente, claro. Como eu disse antes, tudo tem um limite.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que se deve dar valor a quem te dá valor; nada de ficar correndo atrás de quem não tem um mínimo de carinho por você, faz mal ao coração.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que, meu deus, família é pra sempre! Sempre mesmo. Sabe aquele lugar aconchegante, onde você tem certeza que vai ser sempre bem-vindo? Então, entre os seus familiares. São eles que vão te amar incondicionalmente pra sempre. E só eles.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que respeito é importantíssimo, para qualquer pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi também que mais importante que tudo isso, é respeitar sua própria essência, não se perder no meio de tantas outras personalidades. Mudança é saudável, mas manter-se bem com a sua própria consciência, sabendo que quem guia as suas ações é você próprio, é revigorante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, agora sim, às 23:52, feliz ano novo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179993483664753058-5462757816667561794?l=unsaaidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5462757816667561794/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179993483664753058&amp;postID=5462757816667561794&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/5462757816667561794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/5462757816667561794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/2009/12/tchau-2009.html' title='Tchau 2009!'/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524015058979163193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g023zsbxUNo/TbG931xCuXI/AAAAAAAAAio/o2HKBKCF4DU/s220/S6001202h.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179993483664753058.post-8382959810803305222</id><published>2009-12-30T23:38:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T03:54:07.156-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Retrospectiva 2009</title><content type='html'>Catástrofes climáticas aqui mesmo no Brasil, acidentes de proporções absurdas, milhares de pessoas desabrigadas, mortas... E o fato mais marcante de 2009 foi a morte do Michael Jackson! [palmas]&lt;br /&gt;Brasileiro é demais, cara.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179993483664753058-8382959810803305222?l=unsaaidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8382959810803305222/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179993483664753058&amp;postID=8382959810803305222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/8382959810803305222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/8382959810803305222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/2009/12/retrospectiva-2009.html' title='Retrospectiva 2009'/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524015058979163193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g023zsbxUNo/TbG931xCuXI/AAAAAAAAAio/o2HKBKCF4DU/s220/S6001202h.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179993483664753058.post-3835765545693694559</id><published>2009-12-28T01:29:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T20:17:41.493-03:00</updated><title type='text'>VIRGEM - 23/08 a 22/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Você é metido a perfeccionista, observador e detalhista. Gosta de analisar e gerenciar tudo. Essa sua maldita mania faz de você um burocrata insuportável. Você é um bitolado e não tem nenhuma imaginação ou criatividade. Gosta mesmo é de tomar conta da vida dos outros. Critica os outros, "mete o pau", mas não enxerga o próprio rabo. Quando as pessoas dos outros signos do zodíaco preenchem aquele maldito formulário de quinze vias carbonadas, de cinco cores diferentes, que devem ser batidos à máquina, elas não tem dúvida... Só pode ser um virginiano que fez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Profissões típicas do virginiano: Funcionário Público, Montador de quebra-cabeças, Contador de Clips."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguém duvida?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179993483664753058-3835765545693694559?l=unsaaidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3835765545693694559/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179993483664753058&amp;postID=3835765545693694559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/3835765545693694559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/3835765545693694559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/2009/12/virgem-2308-2209.html' title='VIRGEM - 23/08 a 22/09'/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524015058979163193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g023zsbxUNo/TbG931xCuXI/AAAAAAAAAio/o2HKBKCF4DU/s220/S6001202h.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179993483664753058.post-2440721114164750225</id><published>2009-12-09T02:45:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T20:17:51.456-03:00</updated><title type='text'>good riddance</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"(...)Tattoos of memories&lt;br /&gt;and dead skin on trial.&lt;br /&gt;For what it's worth?&lt;br /&gt;It was worth all the while."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179993483664753058-2440721114164750225?l=unsaaidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2440721114164750225/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179993483664753058&amp;postID=2440721114164750225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/2440721114164750225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/2440721114164750225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/2009/12/good-riddance.html' title='good riddance'/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524015058979163193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g023zsbxUNo/TbG931xCuXI/AAAAAAAAAio/o2HKBKCF4DU/s220/S6001202h.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179993483664753058.post-6061281505752603392</id><published>2009-11-15T11:27:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T03:55:15.814-03:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't give a damn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;'Cause I'm&lt;strong&gt; not &lt;/strong&gt;gonna cry bout some stupid guy, a guy who thinks he's all that!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179993483664753058-6061281505752603392?l=unsaaidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6061281505752603392/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179993483664753058&amp;postID=6061281505752603392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/6061281505752603392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/6061281505752603392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/2009/11/cause-im-not-gonna-cry-bout-some-stupid.html' title='i don&apos;t give a damn!'/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524015058979163193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g023zsbxUNo/TbG931xCuXI/AAAAAAAAAio/o2HKBKCF4DU/s220/S6001202h.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179993483664753058.post-2110000514392704341</id><published>2009-11-03T23:04:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T23:06:22.077-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Só pra dizer que quando você tá meio sem chão, meio perdido; sabe aquele amigo antigo? Então.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;É sempre o melhor remédio.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179993483664753058-2110000514392704341?l=unsaaidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2110000514392704341/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179993483664753058&amp;postID=2110000514392704341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/2110000514392704341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/2110000514392704341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-pra-dizer-que-quando-voce-ta-meio.html' title=''/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524015058979163193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g023zsbxUNo/TbG931xCuXI/AAAAAAAAAio/o2HKBKCF4DU/s220/S6001202h.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179993483664753058.post-6049941262096234603</id><published>2009-10-13T19:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T19:21:55.405-03:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>Eu passo horas e horas lendo as poesias que você escreve e intimamente invejando a sua capacidade de transformar sentimentos em palavras. Queria eu, mera mortal, escrever como você. Nem que fosse pra dizer 'eu te amo', de modo mais simplório possível.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179993483664753058-6049941262096234603?l=unsaaidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6049941262096234603/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179993483664753058&amp;postID=6049941262096234603&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/6049941262096234603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/6049941262096234603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524015058979163193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g023zsbxUNo/TbG931xCuXI/AAAAAAAAAio/o2HKBKCF4DU/s220/S6001202h.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179993483664753058.post-1055157920208457680</id><published>2009-10-13T19:08:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T19:19:06.781-02:00</updated><title type='text'>EU TE A-MO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;EU TE A-MO!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao contrário do que muita gente pensa, eu acho que devemos sim lembrar todos os dia às pessoas queridas que as amamos! Sem essa de banalização do 'amar'. Pra mim, 'banalizar o amor' é desperdiçá-lo com quem não merece. Você não gosta de saber que é amado? Hein?&lt;br /&gt;Não é bom quando o seu amigo(a)/namorado(a)/família te diz aquele 'eu te amo' sincero? Então! Vamos fazer assim: todo dia você vai dizer 'eu te amo', pelo menos uma vez, às pessoas que você &lt;b&gt;realmente&lt;/b&gt; ama. Mas também não adianta só falar, é preciso demonstrar com gestos de carinho: um abraço, um beijo, &lt;i&gt;aquele&lt;/i&gt; beijo... Faça o teste e veja você mesmo como essas pessoas vão ficar mais felizes, como a convivência vai ficar melhor e como você também vai se sentir melhor. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179993483664753058-1055157920208457680?l=unsaaidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1055157920208457680/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179993483664753058&amp;postID=1055157920208457680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/1055157920208457680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/1055157920208457680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/2009/10/eu-te-mo.html' title='EU TE A-MO!'/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524015058979163193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g023zsbxUNo/TbG931xCuXI/AAAAAAAAAio/o2HKBKCF4DU/s220/S6001202h.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179993483664753058.post-703501329075291752</id><published>2009-08-01T02:33:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T22:29:40.653-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dry your eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Almas-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gêmeas&lt;/span&gt; não são só amantes de toda a vida. Não são só casais que estão juntos há 50 anos. E, definitivamente, não é o menino que você conheceu ontem na balada e é o "mais gato" que você já viu. Almas-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gêmas&lt;/span&gt; são amigos. É a sua mãe. O seu pai. O seu irmão. O seu ex que virou 'camarada', aquele por quem você nutre um carinho especial. É aquela pessoa que você ama, amou e/ou vai amar. Não porque vá ser pra sempre, mas porque é &lt;em&gt;verdadeiro&lt;/em&gt;. Porque em algum momento da sua vida, essa pessoa te marcou.  E o que é verdadeiro não acaba. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque almas-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gêmeas&lt;/span&gt; nunca morrem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179993483664753058-703501329075291752?l=unsaaidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/703501329075291752/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179993483664753058&amp;postID=703501329075291752&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/703501329075291752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/703501329075291752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/2009/08/dry-your-eyes.html' title='Dry your eyes'/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524015058979163193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g023zsbxUNo/TbG931xCuXI/AAAAAAAAAio/o2HKBKCF4DU/s220/S6001202h.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179993483664753058.post-3767568630016996488</id><published>2009-05-23T11:04:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T19:33:39.982-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Reavaliação das minhas resoluções para 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;1 - &lt;strong&gt;Sair da minha zona de conforto&lt;/strong&gt; (lê-se fazer tudo que eu tinha vergonha/medo de fazer) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;s&gt;Passar na prova da FAETEC (lembrar que a minha vida depende disso)&lt;/s&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(DONE)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;2&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Conhecer o Simple Plan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;3&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Estudar mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;4&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Conseguir uma boa pontuação no vestibular&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;5&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Ser menos distraída (lembrar que ficar no mundo da lua por tempo demais tras consequências) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;s&gt;Aprender a andar com um mini-caderno na bolsa (lembrar de carregar uma bolsa)&lt;/s&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(DONE)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;6&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Ser menos orgulhosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;7&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Ser menos tímida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;8&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Parar de falar palavras de baixo calão (lembrar que isso é muito, muito feio para meninas) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;s&gt;Tentar fazer amigos na escola nova&lt;/s&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(DONE)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;9&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parar de tentar achar sequências em tudo o que acontece&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;s&gt;Não me comportar como uma nerd (lembrar que eles são os alvos mais comuns dos trotes)&lt;/s&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(DONE)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;10&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Escrever com mais frequência&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179993483664753058-3767568630016996488?l=unsaaidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3767568630016996488/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179993483664753058&amp;postID=3767568630016996488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/3767568630016996488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/3767568630016996488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/2009/05/atualizacao-das-minhas-resolucoes-para.html' title='Reavaliação das minhas resoluções para 2009'/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524015058979163193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g023zsbxUNo/TbG931xCuXI/AAAAAAAAAio/o2HKBKCF4DU/s220/S6001202h.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179993483664753058.post-3818687581682150778</id><published>2009-05-05T21:51:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T03:14:28.949-02:00</updated><title type='text'>i could get used to this</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Devia ser definitivamente proibido alguém ser tão cheiroso como você. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Devia ser &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;terminantemente&lt;/span&gt; proibido o seu abraço ser tão confortante. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Devia ser estritamente proibido você tocar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lonely Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pra mim. Porque pode não parecer, mas eu me desmanchei em mil pedacinhos. E mesmo que isso possa ser o mais &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cliche&lt;/span&gt; possível, ainda é verdade. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Devia ser terminantemente proibido seu cabelo ter tantos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cachinhos&lt;/span&gt; e ser extremamente macio. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E você não tem a mínima noção de quantas batidas o meu coração falha quando você me abraça do nada. E você não tem a mínima noção do seu efeito sobre mim. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E isso, ah!, &lt;em&gt;isso &lt;/em&gt;sim devia ser definitivamente, terminantemente e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;estritamente&lt;/span&gt; proibido.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.: dedicated to someone who is invisible for eyes ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179993483664753058-3818687581682150778?l=unsaaidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3818687581682150778/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179993483664753058&amp;postID=3818687581682150778&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/3818687581682150778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/3818687581682150778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-could-get-used-to-this.html' title='i could get used to this'/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524015058979163193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g023zsbxUNo/TbG931xCuXI/AAAAAAAAAio/o2HKBKCF4DU/s220/S6001202h.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179993483664753058.post-8586905295086502346</id><published>2009-04-21T00:51:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T01:05:24.239-03:00</updated><title type='text'>a little unwell</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Nunca fui boa em me expressar. Na verdade, acho que nunca fui muito boa com quase nada. Ou é só complexo de inferioridade. Ou talvez não.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Inferno! Porque diabos eu não me contento com o que eu tenho? Tem que ser sempre o que eu não posso ter? Merda de falta de expressão.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179993483664753058-8586905295086502346?l=unsaaidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8586905295086502346/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179993483664753058&amp;postID=8586905295086502346&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/8586905295086502346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/8586905295086502346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/2009/04/nunca-fui-boa-em-me-expressar.html' title='a little unwell'/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524015058979163193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g023zsbxUNo/TbG931xCuXI/AAAAAAAAAio/o2HKBKCF4DU/s220/S6001202h.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179993483664753058.post-7735339769013469559</id><published>2009-02-10T01:39:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T01:50:51.163-02:00</updated><title type='text'>some things I'll never know</title><content type='html'>Sabe quando você tá feliz? Mas é feliz &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mesmo&lt;/span&gt;. Você conseguiu o que queria, tá vivendo um momento bom na sua vida, tem ótimos planos pra daqui há um certo tempo... Mas de alguma maneira falta &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alguma coisa&lt;/span&gt;. É vazio. Um tipo de vazio estranho. Quando você tá bem e de uma hora pra outra não tá mais. E você também não sabe por que. Você não sente falta de nada. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Não tem o que sentir falta.&lt;/span&gt; Ou talvez tenha.&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignorem, acho que eu preciso dormir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179993483664753058-7735339769013469559?l=unsaaidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7735339769013469559/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179993483664753058&amp;postID=7735339769013469559&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/7735339769013469559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/7735339769013469559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/2009/02/some-things-ill-never-know.html' title='some things I&apos;ll never know'/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524015058979163193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g023zsbxUNo/TbG931xCuXI/AAAAAAAAAio/o2HKBKCF4DU/s220/S6001202h.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179993483664753058.post-5051782921264030427</id><published>2009-01-15T20:05:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T20:28:53.713-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Resoluções para 2009:</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1 - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Passar na prova da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FAETEC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (lembrar que a minha vida depende disso)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conhecer o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Simple&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3 - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Estudar mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4 - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conseguir uma boa pontuação no vestibular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5 - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aprender a andar com um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mini&lt;/span&gt;-caderno na bolsa&lt;/span&gt; (lembrar de carregar uma bolsa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ser menos orgulhosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;7 - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ser menos tímida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;8 - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tentar fazer amigos na escola nova&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;9 - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não me comportar como uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nerd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (lembrar que eles são os alvos mais comuns dos trotes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Escrever com mais frequência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179993483664753058-5051782921264030427?l=unsaaidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5051782921264030427/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179993483664753058&amp;postID=5051782921264030427&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/5051782921264030427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/5051782921264030427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/2009/01/resolues-para-2009.html' title='Resoluções para 2009:'/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524015058979163193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g023zsbxUNo/TbG931xCuXI/AAAAAAAAAio/o2HKBKCF4DU/s220/S6001202h.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179993483664753058.post-384821987996279909</id><published>2008-12-31T23:56:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T01:04:20.118-03:00</updated><title type='text'>new year (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, último &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt; do ano, gente! Já são 23:32 e daqui a pouco eu vou pra praia ver a queima de fogos. /o/&lt;br /&gt;2008 foi um ano muito bom pra mim, apesar de tudo. Acho que eu cresci muito mais do que em qualquer outro ano. Talvez pelo fato de que eu “sofri” mais do que nos outros anos... Pode parecer dramático demais, mas eu perdi, de um certo modo, algumas pessoas. Esse ano eu terminei o ensino fundamental, e depois de 10 anos estudando na mesma escola com as mesmas pessoas, eu tive que me despedir deles pra ir pra outro colégio. Briguei com quem não devia ter brigado por ser desastrada e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;afobada&lt;/span&gt; demais... Odeio ser do signo de virgem; a gente enjoa muito rápido das coisas se elas não se renovam, que foi o que aconteceu. E eu me arrependo disso até hoje... Mas tudo bem, ano-novo, vida nova. Eu vou pelo menos tentar consertar algumas coisas. E correr atrás de outras, já que nada cai do céu, hum.&lt;br /&gt;Bom, se alguém ainda lê isso, bom 2009. Que esse ano tenha sido tão bom quanto o meu e que o próximo seja bem melhor, porque se tiver pelo menos alguém nesse universo a meu favor, eu espero que o meu sonho vá se realizar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Blá&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;blá&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;blá&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Post&lt;/span&gt; inútil &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;buut&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;cares&lt;/span&gt;? FELIZ ANO-NOVO PRA GENTE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;unsaid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;wanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179993483664753058-384821987996279909?l=unsaaidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/384821987996279909/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179993483664753058&amp;postID=384821987996279909&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/384821987996279909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/384821987996279909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/2008/12/2009_31.html' title='new year (:'/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524015058979163193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g023zsbxUNo/TbG931xCuXI/AAAAAAAAAio/o2HKBKCF4DU/s220/S6001202h.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179993483664753058.post-3023386398377698304</id><published>2008-12-22T23:19:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T23:21:21.436-02:00</updated><title type='text'>indiferença</title><content type='html'>É pior do que tristeza, é pior do que saudade, é pior do que raiva. É só... indiferente. Meia parte do nada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179993483664753058-3023386398377698304?l=unsaaidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3023386398377698304/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179993483664753058&amp;postID=3023386398377698304&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/3023386398377698304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/3023386398377698304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/2008/12/indiferena.html' title='indiferença'/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524015058979163193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g023zsbxUNo/TbG931xCuXI/AAAAAAAAAio/o2HKBKCF4DU/s220/S6001202h.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179993483664753058.post-8487768944161497699</id><published>2008-12-21T00:29:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T00:37:38.272-02:00</updated><title type='text'>love is watches someone die</title><content type='html'>Passeio do colégio na quinta, filme na sexta, casa da tia no sábado. Minha vida é TÃO emocionante.&lt;br /&gt;Tô com saudade de algumas pessoas, não sou muito boa com despedidas. Cuidar de criança é chato, estudar pra fazer prova em Janeiro é pior ainda. Não dormir a noite toda fazendo planos e imaginando não é saudável.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de um calmante e um abraço de conforto bem grande.&lt;br /&gt;Isso resume a minha rotina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o maior medo é da decepção.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179993483664753058-8487768944161497699?l=unsaaidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8487768944161497699/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179993483664753058&amp;postID=8487768944161497699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/8487768944161497699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/8487768944161497699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-is-watches-someone-die.html' title='love is watches someone die'/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524015058979163193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g023zsbxUNo/TbG931xCuXI/AAAAAAAAAio/o2HKBKCF4DU/s220/S6001202h.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179993483664753058.post-2594862323901820231</id><published>2008-12-15T01:39:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T16:23:33.197-02:00</updated><title type='text'>frio, frio, frio</title><content type='html'>Droga! Preciso de meias, chocolate quente e um namorado aconchegante.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179993483664753058-2594862323901820231?l=unsaaidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2594862323901820231/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179993483664753058&amp;postID=2594862323901820231&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/2594862323901820231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/2594862323901820231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/2008/12/frio-frio-frio.html' title='frio, frio, frio'/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524015058979163193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g023zsbxUNo/TbG931xCuXI/AAAAAAAAAio/o2HKBKCF4DU/s220/S6001202h.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179993483664753058.post-5842101442649701164</id><published>2008-12-04T18:04:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T22:39:52.497-02:00</updated><title type='text'>let's make this last forever</title><content type='html'>Eu nunca fui boa para despedidas, e essa, mais do que qualquer uma, me deixou (e vai me deixar por um bom tempo) meio sem chão. Foram dez anos. Dez anos de amizade. Um laço forte que só é criado - e mantido - por pessoas que convivem juntas há tantos anos.&lt;br /&gt;Vocês foram, e são, uma parte enorme da minha vida. Sem vocês, esses 10 anos não teriam significado. Foram gritos, beijos, brigas, abraços, mais abraços e choro, muito choro.&lt;br /&gt;Todas as promessas de nos reencontrar que foram feitas hoje vão ser lembradas, e eu espero, cumpridas. Hoje foi o último dia, e alguns, eu tenho certeza, eu não vou ver por um bom tempo. E isso é o que mais dói. Mas vocês vão ficar pra sempre comigo. Não importa se eu ficar sem vê-los por 3 meses ou 3 anos. É clichê mas é verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu amo vocês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"(...) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o Passado, as recordações e as realidades que são os alicerces da vida presente e que nos surgem de repente trazidas por um perfume, pela forma de uma colina, qualquer canção antiga, trivialidades que nos fazem de súbito murmurar: 'Eu me lembro...', com um peculiar e quase inexplicável prazer.&lt;/span&gt;" - A. C.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179993483664753058-5842101442649701164?l=unsaaidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5842101442649701164/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179993483664753058&amp;postID=5842101442649701164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/5842101442649701164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/5842101442649701164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/2008/12/eu-nunca-fui-boa-para-despedidas-e-essa.html' title='let&apos;s make this last forever'/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524015058979163193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g023zsbxUNo/TbG931xCuXI/AAAAAAAAAio/o2HKBKCF4DU/s220/S6001202h.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179993483664753058.post-6587887180568464255</id><published>2008-07-30T23:58:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T00:59:33.604-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Não, dessa vez eu REALMENTE não morri.</title><content type='html'>E nem fui sequestrada, abduzida por &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;aliens&lt;/span&gt; ou coisa do tipo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu acho.&lt;br /&gt;Foi só a (estrema) preguiça. ._.&lt;br /&gt;Colégio, curso de inglês, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;explicador&lt;/span&gt;, problemas (inúteis) e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tendinites&lt;/span&gt; me impediram de postar.&lt;br /&gt;E eu decidi voltar aqui justamente depois de receber a melhor notícia do ano: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Paramore&lt;/span&gt; vem pro Brasil pra três &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;shows&lt;/span&gt;, incluindo Rio de Janeiro.&lt;br /&gt;Cara, depois de TRÊS ANOS de espera! *O*&lt;br /&gt;E EU NÃO FUI NO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SHOW&lt;/span&gt; DO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;MUSE&lt;/span&gt;! ;_____________________;&lt;br /&gt;E NEM VOU NO DO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;MCFLY&lt;/span&gt;! ;_________________________________;&lt;br /&gt;Mas um dia eu supero. [seca as lágrimas]&lt;br /&gt;E quem viu o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Trailer&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt; Potter e de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;? *-*&lt;br /&gt;Eu já vou, daqui à pouco meu pai aparece aqui mandando eu desligar. :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt;.: Eu sei que ninguém mais aguenta ler isso (se é que alguém ainda lê isso), mas eu prometo TENTAR postar com mais frequência (leia-se qualquer coisa diferente de nunca).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179993483664753058-6587887180568464255?l=unsaaidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6587887180568464255/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179993483664753058&amp;postID=6587887180568464255&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/6587887180568464255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/6587887180568464255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-dessa-vez-eu-realmente-no-morri.html' title='Não, dessa vez eu REALMENTE não morri.'/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524015058979163193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g023zsbxUNo/TbG931xCuXI/AAAAAAAAAio/o2HKBKCF4DU/s220/S6001202h.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179993483664753058.post-5368581363394974281</id><published>2008-04-22T19:30:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T13:56:57.456-03:00</updated><title type='text'>So shut up!</title><content type='html'>Por que diabos algumas pessoas nunca aprendem a não prometer o que não podem cumprir?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179993483664753058-5368581363394974281?l=unsaaidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5368581363394974281/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179993483664753058&amp;postID=5368581363394974281&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/5368581363394974281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/5368581363394974281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-shut-up.html' title='So shut up!'/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524015058979163193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g023zsbxUNo/TbG931xCuXI/AAAAAAAAAio/o2HKBKCF4DU/s220/S6001202h.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179993483664753058.post-2150089982826422483</id><published>2008-04-07T17:16:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T22:10:15.904-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Be-a-bá</title><content type='html'>&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;a.mi.go&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;adj&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, e (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;sm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. (Indivíduo) que nutre amizade por alguém. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. (Aquele) que defende ou protege. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;•&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;adj&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. Amistoso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Palavras amigas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. [Superl. abs. Sint.: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;amicíssimo ou amiguíssimo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;]. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;•&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;sm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. Colega, companheiro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. Apreciador, amante.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;a.mi.go-da-on.ça&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i style=""&gt;sm&lt;/i&gt; . &lt;i style=""&gt;Bras&lt;/i&gt;. Amigo falso. [PL.: amigos-da-onça].&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;mau&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i style=""&gt;adj&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b style=""&gt;1&lt;/b&gt;. Que causa mal, dano ou doença. &lt;b style=""&gt;2&lt;/b&gt;. Ruim, ordinário. &lt;b style=""&gt;3&lt;/b&gt;. Nocivo, funesto. &lt;b style=""&gt;4&lt;/b&gt;. Perverso. &lt;b style=""&gt;5&lt;/b&gt;. Contrário à virtude, à razão, à justiça. &lt;b style=""&gt;6&lt;/b&gt;. Inábil, incapaz. &lt;b style=""&gt;•&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i style=""&gt;sm&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b style=""&gt;7&lt;/b&gt;. Aquilo que é mau. &lt;b style=""&gt;8&lt;/b&gt;. Homem mau. [Superl. Ab. Sint.: &lt;i style=""&gt;malíssimo&lt;/i&gt; ou &lt;i style=""&gt;péssimo&lt;/i&gt;. Antôn.: &lt;i style=""&gt;bom&lt;/i&gt;].&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;mal.da.de&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i style=""&gt;sf&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;i style=""&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;1&lt;/b&gt;. Qualidade ou ação de quem é mau; crueldade, perversidade. &lt;b style=""&gt;2&lt;/b&gt;. Malícia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179993483664753058-2150089982826422483?l=unsaaidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2150089982826422483/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179993483664753058&amp;postID=2150089982826422483&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/2150089982826422483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/2150089982826422483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/2008/04/be-b.html' title='Be-a-bá'/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524015058979163193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g023zsbxUNo/TbG931xCuXI/AAAAAAAAAio/o2HKBKCF4DU/s220/S6001202h.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179993483664753058.post-8975344530598063333</id><published>2008-04-02T21:45:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T18:06:56.502-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I've gone for too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, living like I'm not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm gonna start over tonight&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Beginning with you and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;; when this memory fades I'm gonna make sure it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;replaced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;;&lt;br /&gt;With chances taken, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; embraced;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And have I told you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm not going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've been waiting for a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;miracle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; and I'm not leaving;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I won't let you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Let you give up on a miracle, when it might &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;save&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; you;&lt;br /&gt;We've learned to run from, anything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;uncomfortable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;;&lt;br /&gt;We've tied our pain below and no one ever has to know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;that inside we're broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I try to patch things up again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, to calm my tears and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;kill these fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;;&lt;br /&gt;But have I told you?&lt;br /&gt;Have I? It's not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; if, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;if you use your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;;&lt;br /&gt;You'll lie; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We'll get it right this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;let's leave this all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;; Oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; will get it right this time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;it's not faith if you're using your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;;&lt;br /&gt;I just want no;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I just need this pain to end right here&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Quando não há mais remédio, terminam os males que as esperanças alimentavam. Lamentar um sofrimento do passado é dar um passo no sentido de atrair um novo mal. Quando o destino leva algo que não podemos preservar, o melhor é deixar que a paciência zombe do infortúnio. O sorriso de quem é roubado rouba algo ao ladrão; aquele que dá margem a mágoas inúteis rouba-se a si próprio."-Shakespeare; Otelo - Ato I - Cena III.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;"  lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Tudo vai mudar, à partir de agora.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179993483664753058-8975344530598063333?l=unsaaidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8975344530598063333/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179993483664753058&amp;postID=8975344530598063333&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/8975344530598063333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/8975344530598063333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/2008/04/miracle.html' title='Miracle'/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524015058979163193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g023zsbxUNo/TbG931xCuXI/AAAAAAAAAio/o2HKBKCF4DU/s220/S6001202h.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179993483664753058.post-7569012722102419023</id><published>2008-03-27T12:48:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T21:42:47.649-03:00</updated><title type='text'>oi? o_o</title><content type='html'>caaaaara, eu abandonei o blog. .-.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;mas eu juuuuro que só foi por causa do escola, mesmo. (y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;e por causa de alguns problemas aí... u_u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;maaaaas, eu já estou melhor. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;porque, tipo, o dia hoje foi muuuuito bom! *-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;sabe o que é não fazer nada? exatamente &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NADA&lt;/span&gt; na escola?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;o primeiro tempo foi de Inglês, conversei a aula toooooda e ainda corrigi a professora. (hh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;depois nós fomos pra missa de páscoa ¬¬, conversei a missa inteira com a Helen e a coitada da Huli foi exilada (?) da gente pela cordenadora. --'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;nisso tudo perdemos todos os tempos antes do recreio, incluindo o de Artes Cênicas. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;voltamos pra escola e fomos pro recreio, depois aula de E. F.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;não fiz nada again! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;disse que tava com cólica e o professor me liberou. o/*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;aí eu fiquei com a Line e a Huli no vestiário cantando, dançando e conversando. (?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;e cheguei em casa agora. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;vou almoçar, tomar banho e ir pro curso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;e tenho que estudar pra prova de Geografia amanhã! [arrancaoscabelo]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;entãão, já vou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;i&gt;ee&lt;/i&gt;ijo ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;color:red;"  &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179993483664753058-7569012722102419023?l=unsaaidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7569012722102419023/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179993483664753058&amp;postID=7569012722102419023&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/7569012722102419023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/7569012722102419023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/2008/03/caaaaara-eu-abandonei-o-blog.html' title='oi? o_o'/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524015058979163193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g023zsbxUNo/TbG931xCuXI/AAAAAAAAAio/o2HKBKCF4DU/s220/S6001202h.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179993483664753058.post-2493697794737597036</id><published>2008-03-08T12:37:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T21:44:45.943-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the sun illuminate the words you could not find...</title><content type='html'>Acho que eu estou melhor, tecnicamente falando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A prova de mat foi adiada, hoje tem festa, eu entrei pra equipe da MEZ *-*, eu fiz um fake fofinho da Hay e  conversei com ele ontem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas sei lá, eu ainda to meio preocupada com a Huli. ;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E eu tava revendo o documentpario "A Year In The Life", da J.K.iller, e cara, eu chorei. ;_;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tipo, só de saber que eu não vou mais sentir aquele friozinho na barriga, a ansiedade por um novo livro, a curiosidade de saber o que vai acontecer meu olho enxe d'água. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Maaaaas, ela disse que talvez escrevea um oitavo! Não do Harry, mas quem se importa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tomara que seja d'Os Marotos. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E eu vou comprar o Just My Luck. *-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ah, eu disse que ia postar a foto dos CD's e talz, mas eu esqueci. n_n'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É que eu tava sem internet desde domingo, então eu nem fica taaanto no computador. --'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E o negócio da MEZ é que eu e a Jaque somos as webgirls do blog! *O*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu quase não acreditei quando ela me contou que eu também ia ser, cara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E eu sempre ameei taaaanto a revista! *-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Agora eu to indo, tenho que arrumar minha bolsa pra ir pra casa da Ana ainda. o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; B&lt;i&gt;ee&lt;/i&gt;ijo, dudes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;até quando der!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; o/&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179993483664753058-2493697794737597036?l=unsaaidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2493697794737597036/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179993483664753058&amp;postID=2493697794737597036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/2493697794737597036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/2493697794737597036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/2008/03/let-sun-illuminate-words-you-could-not.html' title='Let the sun illuminate the words you could not find...'/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524015058979163193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g023zsbxUNo/TbG931xCuXI/AAAAAAAAAio/o2HKBKCF4DU/s220/S6001202h.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179993483664753058.post-3163614483435941383</id><published>2008-03-01T22:49:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T00:39:48.513-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Here comes the sun, and I say it's all right...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Eu sei que prometi postar todo dia, mas não dá. Mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Eu acho que post só final de semana. ;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Então, a minha semana foi... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;boa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. Pelo menos eu não discuti com ninguém, acho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ah, mentira! Discuti com a Andressa e com a Alline. (y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mas tudo bem, as coisas já se resolveram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Bom, eu não tenho muito o que falar. Meus dias tão meio, sei lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Eu ando meio preocupada com a Huli e com alguma decisões que eu tenho tomado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Acho que eu preciso de um tempo pra pensar, descansar e rever algumas idéias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Só que o problema é que eu não tenho tido tempo pra quase nada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Cara, fala sério, eu quero morrer! .-.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;E o pior de tudo é que quando eu mais preciso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;dele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;, agente menos se fala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A única coisa de bom que tem acontecido são as minhas conversas e as horas perdidas que eu passo com as garotas. Ah, e eu comprei o CD do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Paramore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; (Riot), o DVD do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;McFLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; (All The Greatest Hits) e o CD + DVD do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Simple Plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;! *-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Eu quase infartei quando vi na minha mão. ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Depois eu posto uma foto deles com os meos outros xuxuzinhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;E agora eu tenho que ir, meu pai acabou de vir aqui no quarto me mandar desligar o computador e ir ver filme com eles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;bem, então eu já vou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; B&lt;i&gt;ee&lt;/i&gt;ijo, dudes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;até quando der!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; o/&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179993483664753058-3163614483435941383?l=unsaaidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3163614483435941383/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179993483664753058&amp;postID=3163614483435941383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/3163614483435941383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/3163614483435941383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/2008/03/here-comes-sun-and-i-say-its-all-right.html' title='Here comes the sun, and I say it&apos;s all right...'/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524015058979163193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g023zsbxUNo/TbG931xCuXI/AAAAAAAAAio/o2HKBKCF4DU/s220/S6001202h.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179993483664753058.post-3166766978289190298</id><published>2008-02-20T22:48:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T21:45:03.183-03:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a kind of magic!</title><content type='html'>Então, eu disse que ia tentar postar todo dia, mas como ontem eu fui pro curso de inglês e blá, blá, blá eu não pude postar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E falando em curso de inglês, ontem foi a minha primeira aula do segundo período no yes. E tipo, a professora é super! E ela gosta de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Queen&lt;/span&gt;! *-*&lt;br /&gt;Agente até cantou "We Are The Champions" na sala. :D&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela me perguntou quantos anos eu tinha, que bandas eu gostava e até se eu tinha namorado! ;O&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aí eu disse: "No!" (detalhe: com AQUELE sorriso amarelo). Aí ela me perguntou se eu tinha algum paquera, só porque demorei um pouquinho pra responder e fiquei vermelha ela disse "yes" no meu lugar. u.u&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E na sala só tem três alunos: eu, o Matheus e o Lohan (que nem foi na última aula, por sinal).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E hoje o dia foi tãããão bom! *-*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acordei MORTA de sono, e com medo porque eu tô tendo pesadelo toda vez que eu durmo ¬¬, e fui pro colégio de moto com o meu pai. ;D&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei, fiquei um tempinho na forma, nós subimos e eu passei quase a aula inteira de ciências conversando com a Huli (e sem o professor brigar! o/) e a aula de português copiando o dever e conversando com a Huli again, discutindo com a Alline depois do recreio (ainda na aula de port.) e cantando Paramore/K-sis/Cazuza com a Huli! :D&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E depois que aula acaba eu ainda tenho que olhar pra cara de quem comeu bosta da Mariana me pedindo explicação do porque eu disse que o TJM tinha acabado. --'&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra put*quepariu também! u.u&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando nós estávamos voltando pra casa (eu e Huli ouvindo o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MEU&lt;/span&gt; mp3 e a Raquel e a Isabela na frente falando mal de alguém) e a Raquel deixou a Isabela em casa, começou a tocar Kind of Magic! *-*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aí eu e a Huli começamos a bater palma e dançar no meio da rua! E isso foi tão, mas tão legal, que agora eu sei o que é me divertir com as coisas simples. E só pra explicar, a Huli é uma das minhas melhores amigas, minha irmã mais velha que me entende mais do que qualquer um. E quando eu casar, ela vai ser minha madrinha! *-*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas agora eu tenho que dormir porque meus pais não sabem que eu tô no computador. o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; B&lt;i&gt;ee&lt;/i&gt;ijo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;até amanhã!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; o/&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179993483664753058-3166766978289190298?l=unsaaidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3166766978289190298/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179993483664753058&amp;postID=3166766978289190298&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/3166766978289190298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/3166766978289190298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-kind-of-magic.html' title='It&apos;s a kind of magic!'/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524015058979163193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g023zsbxUNo/TbG931xCuXI/AAAAAAAAAio/o2HKBKCF4DU/s220/S6001202h.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179993483664753058.post-3346756399776595460</id><published>2008-02-17T16:17:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T21:19:14.231-03:00</updated><title type='text'>não, eu não morri.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#660099" id="radioblog_player_-1" flashvars="id=-1&amp;amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen2?u=2wLzRmb192cvc2bsJmLvlGZhJ3Lt92YuUGc5FGZulmL3d3d/Bowie%2520and%2520Queen%2520-%2520Under%2520Pressure.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#660099;border:#9966FF;button:#9933CC;player_text:#9900FF;playlist_text:#999999;" height="23" width="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oka, eu estou mesmo em falta com o blog. Faz, o quê, uma semana que eu não posto aqui? É, isso mesmo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mas as aulas começaram segunda feira e eu já to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:15;color:red;"   &gt;morta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;! É dever pra lá, dever pra cá, sem computador até tarde, andar de bicicleta na rua ;p, entre outras coisas. Mas eu &lt;i&gt;prometo&lt;/i&gt; que vou tentar atualizar todo dia, nem que seja um post mínimo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já disse que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:21;"  &gt;odeio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; estudar em colégio católico? Não? Pois é, eu odeio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;É horrível ter que aguentar aquelas freiras idiotas dizendo que não pode isso, não pode aquilo e blá, blá, blá. --'Por isso eu ando tão estressada. u.u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mas a minha mãe deixou eu dizer pra diretora (que também é freira --') e pra coordenadora educacional umas coisas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:9;"  &gt;bem legais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; no último dia de aula. (666)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;E enquanto esse dia não chega eu vou tentando me controlar pra não fazer nada que vá me prejudicar no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:21;"  &gt;ÚLTIMO ANO NAQUELA MERDA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; *\o/*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Aquele colégio é tão bosta, tão bosta, que até eu sei mais que a professora de inglês! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Então, eu já vou. n_n'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Amanhã eu tenho aula e quero aproveitar esse finzinho de fim de semana (?)! E eu acho que eu vou no shopping hoje comprar meus CDs do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:15;"  &gt;Simple Plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; e do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:15;color:yellow;"   &gt;Paramore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;! *-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Tá, agora eu vou mesmo. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:15;color:black;"   &gt;Beeijo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:21;color:black;"   &gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:21;color:red;"   &gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:21;"  &gt;até amanhã &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:black;"   &gt;(eu espero)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:21;"  &gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:21;color:black;"   &gt; o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:21;"  &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179993483664753058-3346756399776595460?l=unsaaidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3346756399776595460/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179993483664753058&amp;postID=3346756399776595460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/3346756399776595460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/3346756399776595460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-eu-no-morri.html' title='não, eu não morri.'/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524015058979163193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g023zsbxUNo/TbG931xCuXI/AAAAAAAAAio/o2HKBKCF4DU/s220/S6001202h.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179993483664753058.post-1932170689508615584</id><published>2008-02-09T15:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T20:40:34.332-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Oi, meu carnaval foi idiota, e o seu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;agora sim, eu estou em plenas condições de escrever alguma coisa! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;então eu vou explicar o motivo da minha felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;acontece que eu passei duas semanas fora de casa, longe do meu querido computador e consequentemente longe dos meus amigos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;(não só amigos, mas deixa em off ;x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; de internert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;aí, eu ligo o computador, abro o msn  dou de cara com a coisa mais linda que eu já li no mundo! eu comecei a chorar, cara. :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;porque quando eu pensei que a minha vida tava uma grande merda, que eu não ia conseguir mais continuar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;ele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; me provou que nunca vai me deixar sozinha. *-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e é por isso que eu não me importo mais com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;elas não querem falar comigo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;danem-se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;! elas me odeiam? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;danem-se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;! nunca precisei delas pra absolutamente nada, não vai ser agora que eu vou precisar! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e eu aprendi que as pessoas só se dão conta da importância de certos amigos quando elas os perdem. (y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mas tudo bem, eu relevo. o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e como foi o carnaval de vocês?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;o meu foi uma completa bosta. ¬¬&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;o pior de tudo foi a vergonha que os meus pais e o meu primo me fizeram passar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;eles foram pra praia de tarde e eu fiquei em casa jogando video game, aí quando a minha tia saiu do banho eu pedi pra ela ir comigo na praia e me deixar lá com os meus pais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;até aí tudo bem, ela me levou na praia, eu achei meus pais e fui andando até eles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mas assim que eu cheguei a primeia coisa que a minha mãe disse foi: "não fala que você é minha filha!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;eu fiquei assim mesmo: O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e quando eu perguntei por que, ela disse que eles tavam enganado uma mulher maluca que pediu pra sentar perto deles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sabe qual a história que eles contaram pra mulher? que a minha mãe tinha casado três vezes, separado nas três, que tinha dois filhos (um de cada casamento), um de doze e um de treze. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;que o meu pai era irmão da minha mãe e o meu primo era sobrinho deles mesmo. e não é que a mulher acreditou? e eu era filha só do meu pai. ¬¬&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e a louca ainda pediu pra minha mãe botar o meu pai ou o meu primo na "fita" dela, disse que fomo eles não passavam! e eu lá, morrendo de vergonha! --'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;fala sério, eu não mereço essas criaturas que eu chamo de pai e mãe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;pelo menos eu pude rir da cara da mulher depois. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ahh, e alguém por acaso sabe jogar Sly? é aquele joguinho de video game com uma rapoza azul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;eu não consigo passar de uma faze chatinha que tem lá. ;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;agora eu já vou porque eu só tenho mais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;dois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; dias de férias! ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; B&lt;i&gt;ee&lt;/i&gt;ijo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;color:red;"  &gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;até amanhã!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;color:black;"  &gt; o/&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179993483664753058-1932170689508615584?l=unsaaidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1932170689508615584/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179993483664753058&amp;postID=1932170689508615584&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/1932170689508615584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/1932170689508615584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/2008/02/oi-meu-carnaval-foi-idiota-e-o-seu.html' title='Oi, meu carnaval foi idiota, e o seu?'/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524015058979163193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g023zsbxUNo/TbG931xCuXI/AAAAAAAAAio/o2HKBKCF4DU/s220/S6001202h.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179993483664753058.post-6556916160369846038</id><published>2008-02-09T03:42:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T19:03:59.045-02:00</updated><title type='text'>wee aare briiighteer thaaan staars baaack hooomee (8) /o/</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;maan, voltei hoje de viagem e to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;tããão feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;! *-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;amanhã eu conto e respondo os comentários, porque eu to cansada e já, já eu vou dormir. u.u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mas eu posso adiantar que eu to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUITO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ô beleza de vida, sô! (?) o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mas é que eu to muito feliz, mesmo! :'D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oka, parei. ;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mas é que eu tive notícias tão boas! *--*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mas tudo bem, eu me seguro até amanhã pra contar as novidades. ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;então é melhor eu parar por aqui se não eu acabo contando tudo de uma vez só. --'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; B&lt;i&gt;ee&lt;/i&gt;ijo folks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;color:red;"  &gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;até amanhã!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;color:black;"  &gt; o/&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179993483664753058-6556916160369846038?l=unsaaidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6556916160369846038/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179993483664753058&amp;postID=6556916160369846038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/6556916160369846038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/6556916160369846038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/2008/02/wee-aare-briiighteer-thaaan-staars.html' title='wee aare briiighteer thaaan staars baaack hooomee (8) /o/'/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524015058979163193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g023zsbxUNo/TbG931xCuXI/AAAAAAAAAio/o2HKBKCF4DU/s220/S6001202h.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179993483664753058.post-8942068857079820279</id><published>2008-01-25T14:40:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T14:48:59.221-02:00</updated><title type='text'>viagem o/</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#3333CC" id="radioblog_player_-1" flashvars="id=-1&amp;amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen2?u=0vMHZuV3bz9yZvxmYu8WakFmcvg3YugGdh5ybyV3Yz9mclRXZ/Yellowcard%2520-%2520Ocean%2520Avenue.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#3333CC;border:#330099;button:#000033;player_text:#000066;playlist_text:#999999;" height="23" width="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;postando só pra não deixar tão desatualizado. eu to viajando hoje e só volto depois do carnaval, então vai ser um bom tempo sem post algum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;muito obrigada pra quem comenta, eu adoro! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;então é isso folks, até a próxima!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;i&gt;ee&lt;/i&gt;ijo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;tchau, até depois do carnaval! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179993483664753058-8942068857079820279?l=unsaaidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8942068857079820279/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179993483664753058&amp;postID=8942068857079820279&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/8942068857079820279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/8942068857079820279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/2008/01/viagem-o.html' title='viagem o/'/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524015058979163193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g023zsbxUNo/TbG931xCuXI/AAAAAAAAAio/o2HKBKCF4DU/s220/S6001202h.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179993483664753058.post-2253234394639229455</id><published>2008-01-20T23:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T00:37:58.700-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorte de hoje: Deixe de lado as preocupações e seja feliz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.mp3asset.com/swf/mp3/notebook.swf" quality="high" wmode="transparent" flashvars="myid=7542133&amp;amp;path=2008/01/19&amp;amp;mycolor=F76223&amp;amp;mycolor2=FF5FB9&amp;amp;mycolor3=64A1FE&amp;amp;autoplay=false&amp;amp;rand=1&amp;amp;f=3&amp;amp;vol=100" name="myflashfetish" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" height="117" width="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myflashfetish.com/music-player/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myflashfetish.com/images/mffico.gif" title="Make your own playlist!" style="border-style: none;" alt="music player" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made this &lt;a href="http://www.myflashfetish.com/playlist/7542133" target="_blank"&gt;music player&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.myflashfetish.com/" target="_blank"&gt;MyFlashFetish&lt;/a&gt;.com&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;e é exatamente isso que eu vou fazer! à respeito do título do post, quer dizer. eu cansei de me preocupar com &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;coisas e pessoas insignificantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! cansei de me preocupar com problemas que não tem nenhuma serventia, apenas isso: complicar mais ainda a minha vida! de agora em diante eu não quero me preocupar com &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;NA-DA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! a minha vontade atual é jogar tudo pro ar e me mandar dessa porcaria de lugar! mas como eu ainda tenho duas coisas chamadas "vergonha na cara" e "família" eu não posso fazer isso. u.u&lt;br /&gt;e por mais que eu esteja morrendo de vontade de dar um soco bem ne meio das fuças de &lt;i&gt;certas pessoas&lt;/i&gt; eu vou ignorar esta vontade e me contralar para ser uma pessoa melhor. (?)&lt;br /&gt;e quero agradecer à outra pessoa dessa vez:&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jaque!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque ela disse que vai me ajudar a bater &lt;i&gt;nelas&lt;/i&gt; e me apóia quando eu digo que &lt;i&gt;elas&lt;/i&gt; estão virando biscates de esquina! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;muito obrigada Jaque! o/*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;e essa música do post (Por Enquanto - Cássia Eller) é&lt;b&gt; exatamente&lt;/b&gt; o que esta acontecendo ultimamente!&lt;br /&gt;parece que foi escrita pra mim, cara! :')&lt;br /&gt;e que apesar da minha vontade de dar um soco nelas e talz, eu gostaria que elas soubessem (mesmo que elas não vão ler isso) que tudo o que nós passamos juntas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;não foi em vão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;mas infelizmente existem momentos na vida que nós precisamos fazer escolhas.&lt;br /&gt;e nem sempre elas são boas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; você fizeram a de vocês&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;eu&lt;/span&gt; , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;em consequência da de vocês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fiz a minha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;agora é ir em frente com a cabeça erguida!&lt;br /&gt;mas mesmo assim eu ainda as considero muito e saibam que podem contar comigo pra tudo! o/&lt;br /&gt;e podem acreditar, dói mais em mim do que em vocês.&lt;br /&gt;mas tudo bem, eu prometi não me preocupar mais com certas coisas e é isso o que eu vou fazer! =D&lt;br /&gt;então, o dia hoje foi bonzinho e eu pude falar com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;ele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;. *-*&lt;br /&gt;aah, e sobre o post anterior: pra quem gosta de terror e afins tem o site &lt;a href="http://assustador.com/"&gt;assustador&lt;/a&gt;. lá tem várias coisas; desde fotos de acidentes, histórias de killer's e mais um monte de coisas. n_n&lt;br /&gt;por hoje é só pessoal, to cansada e precisada de uma boa noite de sono. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; B&lt;i&gt;ee&lt;/i&gt;ijo folks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;até amanhã!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179993483664753058-2253234394639229455?l=unsaaidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2253234394639229455/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179993483664753058&amp;postID=2253234394639229455&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/2253234394639229455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/2253234394639229455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/2008/01/sorte-de-hoje-deixe-de-lado-as.html' title='Sorte de hoje: Deixe de lado as preocupações e seja feliz.'/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524015058979163193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g023zsbxUNo/TbG931xCuXI/AAAAAAAAAio/o2HKBKCF4DU/s220/S6001202h.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179993483664753058.post-1952095864036733490</id><published>2008-01-19T22:26:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T00:38:26.935-02:00</updated><title type='text'>this is the zodiac speaking. (?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#FF9900" id="radioblog_player_-1" flashvars="id=-1&amp;amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen2?u=18yck5WdvN3Ln9Gbi5ybpRWYy9icm5SZlJnZucXZpZXZylXb/Bon%2520Jovi%2520-%2520Lost%2520Highway.mp3.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#FF9900;border:#FFCC33;button:#FFFF00;player_text:#FF6600;playlist_text:#999999;" height="23" width="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;não, eu não morri e muito menos abandonei o blog. esses dias sem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;postagem&lt;/span&gt; foram resultado do meu trabalho no consultório da minha tia e &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;pura preguiça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; mas em primeiro lugar eu queria agradecer á uma pessoa muito importantes pra mim: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Huli&lt;/span&gt; Correia Ribeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. (tá, tem também a Helen, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Laís&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jaque&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Juuh&lt;/span&gt; e mais um monte de gente, mas a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Huli&lt;/span&gt; tem me ajudado muito ultimamente).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;agradeçer&lt;/span&gt; à &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Huli&lt;/span&gt; por levantar a minha moral toda vez que eu tenho os meus ataques de "ninguém me ama, ninguém me quer", vulgo minhas crises de existência e me apoiar quando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;certas pessoas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; me deixam muito chateada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;muito obrigada &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Huli&lt;/span&gt;. o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;agora vamos à explicação do nome do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt;: eu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NÃO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;sou uma serial &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;killer&lt;/span&gt; e muito menos apoio o mais enigmático &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;killer&lt;/span&gt; de todos os tempos (Zodíaco). mas quem já leu o livro do Robert &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Graysmith&lt;/span&gt; sabe; o cara é muito inteligente (no sentido literal da palavra, porque se ele realmente fosse inteligente não mataria)! os crimes foram cometidos com uma desenvoltura &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;perfeita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;! o fato dele não deixar pistas, as cartas aos jornais zombando da polícia e tudo o que ele fez para confundi-los é incrivelmente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;assustador e fascinante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;! *-* e no final das contas ele nem foi preso! claro que se ele não tivesse morrido ele teria ido à julgamento e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;talz&lt;/span&gt;, mas ele morreu aos cinquenta e oito anos de morte natural. eu acabei de ler o livro essa semana, e sinceramente, não me arrependi de ter gasto quarenta paus nele.&lt;br /&gt;e pra quem se interessa sobre o assunto tem dois sites muito interessantes e que vale a pena dar uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;pasadinha&lt;/span&gt; lá: &lt;a href="http://gballone.sites.uol.com.br/forense/exotericos.html#multipla"&gt;esse&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://www.serialkiller.com.br/"&gt;esse&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;e uma pequena nota sobre o último &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt;: na &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;verda&lt;/span&gt;de foi para duas (mais pra uma do que pra outra) pessoas que se lessem saberiam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;muito bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; sobre o que estava falando. e mais uma vez obrigada por tudo; por me deixarem tão mal, triste e descrente em que alguma coisa ainda dê certo pra mim nessa vida. (:&lt;br /&gt;mas tudo bem, eu vou fingir que só o fato de vocês pedirem desculpa vai melhorar alguma coisa...&lt;br /&gt;bom, explicações à parte, eu já vou! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;aaah&lt;/span&gt;! antes de ir eu vou postar qual é o meu maior sonho neste momento:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;andar de conversível por &lt;a href="http://maiwa.deviantart.com/art/Redwoods-Highway-47337862"&gt;essa&lt;/a&gt; estrada com o som no último volume escutando &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;lost&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;highway&lt;/span&gt; sem ter que me preocupar com nada. *-*&lt;br /&gt;agora eu vou mesmo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; B&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;ijo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;folks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;até amanhã!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: Jaque, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;muito obrigada&lt;/span&gt; por fazer o layout pra mim e betar a minha fic! o/ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;te adoooro³&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179993483664753058-1952095864036733490?l=unsaaidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1952095864036733490/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179993483664753058&amp;postID=1952095864036733490&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/1952095864036733490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/1952095864036733490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-is-zodiac-speaking_19.html' title='this is the zodiac speaking. (?)'/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524015058979163193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g023zsbxUNo/TbG931xCuXI/AAAAAAAAAio/o2HKBKCF4DU/s220/S6001202h.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179993483664753058.post-5386255901710854951</id><published>2008-01-15T01:34:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T00:38:38.056-02:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks for all. (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#000000" id="radioblog_player_0" flashvars="id=0&amp;amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=.8yck5WdvN3Ljl2c11WZy9WbhJXYw9ybyF2YfVGb0RXas9SbvNmLzJWZ3VWZyZmL3d3d/neverletthisgolive.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#000000;border:#000033;button:#000066;player_text:#000099;playlist_text:#666666;" height="23" width="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if my heart stops beating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt; It wont hurt this much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; And never will i have to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Answer again to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Please&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;don't get me wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Because I’ll &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;let this go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; But I can't find the words to tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I don't want to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; But now I feel like I don't know you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; One day you'll get sick of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Saying that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;everything’s alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; And by then I’m sure ill be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Pretending just like I am tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Please &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;don't get me wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Because I’ll &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; let this go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; But I can't find the words to tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I don't want to be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt; But now i feel like i don't know you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; Let this go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; Let this go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; I'll never let this go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; But I can't find the words to tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I don’t want to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; But now I feel like i don’t know you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And I’ll never let this go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; But I can't find the words to tell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; That now i feel like i don't know &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Never Let This Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Paramore&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;o fato de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; acreditar que não é real, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;não siginifa que não seja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, porque eu prefiro viver com a dor de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;não ter dado certo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; do que com a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;culpa de que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;poderia&lt;/span&gt; ter dado certo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179993483664753058-5386255901710854951?l=unsaaidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5386255901710854951/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179993483664753058&amp;postID=5386255901710854951&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/5386255901710854951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/5386255901710854951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/2008/01/thanks-for-all.html' title='thanks for all. (:'/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524015058979163193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g023zsbxUNo/TbG931xCuXI/AAAAAAAAAio/o2HKBKCF4DU/s220/S6001202h.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179993483664753058.post-8574659370990566586</id><published>2008-01-14T00:05:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T18:03:35.153-02:00</updated><title type='text'>família unida, diversão garantida!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#9900FF" id="radioblog_player_-1" flashvars="id=-1&amp;amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=vMHZuV3bz9yYpNXdt9icm5SZlJnZuUWbhdGb11WZ/Paramore%2520-%2520Brighter.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#9900FF;border:#FFFF00;button:#FF6600;player_text:#FF0000;playlist_text:#999999;" height="23" width="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;eu não sei se a família de vocês é tão grande como a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; eu tenho, mas sinceramente, eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:red;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;amo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a minha! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt; por exemplo, hoje eu passei o dia inteiro com a casa cheia, meus pais, meu irmão de 3 meses &lt;span style="color:yellow;"&gt;*-*&lt;/span&gt;, minhas tias, meu primo e minha avó. e mesmo que o meu primo (apesar de ter 23 anos &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;¬¬&lt;/span&gt;) me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;morda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;aperte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;abrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;chame de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;chiquitita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; eu amo implicar com ele &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; e é tão bom ter a família &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;(quase)&lt;/span&gt; toda reunida! à tarde eu fui com uma das minhas tias no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;shopping&lt;/span&gt;, eu nem tinha levado dinheiro nem nada, mas quando eu fui olhar a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;vitrine&lt;/span&gt; de uma &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;joaleria&lt;/span&gt; pra ver o preço de um relógio ela virou pra mim e perguntou: "você quer um?". e sem eu pedir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;! tudo bem que eu fiquei sem presente de aniversário, mas ela sempre faz de tudo pra me agradar! não que eu só goste dela por que ela me enche de mimo, acontece que ela é como se fosse uma irmã pra mim &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt; eu confio nela como se estivesse com uma das minhas melhores amigas &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;=] &lt;/span&gt;e os meus pais são tão legais comigo! e eu sei que eles só brigam quando tem razão &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;:p&lt;/span&gt; e a minha avó é &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tãão&lt;/span&gt; implicante e fofinha &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;--&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;o melhor de tudo é a mentalidade de uma criança de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sete anos&lt;/span&gt; que o meu pai tem! a coitada da minha mãe fica até com vergonha com sai com agente &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; meu pai é outro que ama me morder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;¬¬&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; mas a farra que agente faz quando tá todo mundo reunido é &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tãão&lt;/span&gt; boa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; isso sem contar as maldades que de vez em quando um ou outro deixa escapar e eu tenho que &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;fingir&lt;/span&gt; que não ouvi porque eu sou uma criança &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ingénua&lt;/span&gt; u.u (?)&lt;br /&gt;agora eu já vou porque eu to morrendo de sono &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:black;"  &gt;B&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ee&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:black;"  &gt; ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;até amanhã!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;color:black;"  &gt; o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179993483664753058-8574659370990566586?l=unsaaidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8574659370990566586/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179993483664753058&amp;postID=8574659370990566586&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/8574659370990566586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/8574659370990566586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/2008/01/famlia-unida-diverso-garantida.html' title='família unida, diversão garantida!'/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524015058979163193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g023zsbxUNo/TbG931xCuXI/AAAAAAAAAio/o2HKBKCF4DU/s220/S6001202h.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179993483664753058.post-3272718630658130966</id><published>2008-01-12T23:14:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T00:38:53.869-02:00</updated><title type='text'>aah, o verão! 8D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#FF6600" id="radioblog_player_-1" flashvars="id=-1&amp;amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=vMHZuV3bz9yYpNXdt9icm5SZlJnZuUWbhdGb11WZ/Rihanna%2520-%2520Shut%2520Up%2520and%2520Drive.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#FF6600;border:#FF0066;button:#FF0000;player_text:#FFFF00;playlist_text:#999999;" height="23" width="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aah&lt;/span&gt;, um novo dia (?), nada melhor do que um novo dia! \o/ acho que a minha inspiração resolveu colaborar comigo hoje :D &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;let's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;enjoy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; ;] hoje o &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dia&lt;/span&gt; foi... bom. eu acordei meio &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dia&lt;/span&gt; e fiquei sem nada pra fazer o resto do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dia&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;aah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;férias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;benditas férias!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;e ainda mais na melhor época do ano: o verão! não que o verão seja a minha estação preferida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;muito pelo contrário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;, eu prefiro muito mais o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;outono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;. aquela brisa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fresquinha&lt;/span&gt;, as folhas caindo das árvores e fazendo um enorme tapete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; amarelado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; no chão *-* mas o que eu quis dizer com "melhor época do ano" foi que é no verão que as coisas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;acontecem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;se é que vocês me entendem ;x é época de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;praia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;curtição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:yellow;"&gt;sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pegação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; (?) é hora de sair à noite com os amigos/parentes/namorado e se divertir! gastar a energia toda fazendo o que mais se gosta! ouvir música, ler, ir à praia, à piscina, dançar, dormir ou seja lá o que for, o negócio é aproveitar! afinal, estamos de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;FÉRIAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;! depois de dez meses com a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;bunda&lt;/span&gt; colada à cadeira estudando pra caramba&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;(ou não...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; é nossa hora de se libertar das provas, professores &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;chatos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;, os malas do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;col&lt;/span&gt;., os deveres de casa e de acordar cedo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;todo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; santo dia! bem, é isso meu povo; agora eu vou-me indo porque &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; também tenho que curtir as minhas férias ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;B&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;até amanhã!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179993483664753058-3272718630658130966?l=unsaaidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3272718630658130966/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179993483664753058&amp;postID=3272718630658130966&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/3272718630658130966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/3272718630658130966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/2008/01/aah-um-novo-dia-nada-melhor-do-que-um_12.html' title='aah, o verão! 8D'/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524015058979163193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g023zsbxUNo/TbG931xCuXI/AAAAAAAAAio/o2HKBKCF4DU/s220/S6001202h.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179993483664753058.post-726970195808764962</id><published>2008-01-11T23:05:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T00:39:06.454-02:00</updated><title type='text'>criatividade, eu te amo. ¬¬</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#330099" id="radioblog_player_0" flashvars="id=0&amp;amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=..wLzRmb192cvc2bsJ2bpRWYy9ichVGbjR3bk9icm5SZlJnZuUmehtWarVXe/Damien%2520Rice%2520-%2520Cannonball.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#330099;border:#330066;button:#330033;player_text:#330000;playlist_text:#666666;" height="23" width="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;1° post no quinquagésimo blog (: vamos ver se desse eu não desisto \o/ eu sempre vou lá, toda animada fazer um, mas depois de uma semana a preguiça bate ou então a merda do blog fica de tpm e resolve engolir os meus posts ¬¬ mas começando do começo (?) eu... não sei o que escrever ;x isso que dá ouvir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:18;"  &gt;Never Let This Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; (&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Paramore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;) quando se está com saudade de um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:Verdana;font-size:7;"  &gt;certo alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;... mas quem merece ficar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:13;"  &gt;CINCO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:Verdana;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;dias longe da pessoa que você ama? sim, eu sou dramática u.u e ainda mais com essa criatividade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:silver;"  &gt;maravilhosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;que eu tenho eu não vou conseguir escrever nada! mas eu posso explicar o nome do blog e por que eu criei mais um... é, certo! bom, à uns dias esse negócio de blog vinha me perseguindo e sempre que eu visitava um eu achava &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;bonitinho e inútil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt; *-* aí, hoje à tarde, quando eu não tinha nada pra fazer eu resolvi criar um. e não é que deu certo? ele ficou realmente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;bonitinho e inútil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt; \o/ e o nome dele se deve à uma das melhores músicas de uma das melhores bandas, vulgo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:18;color:red;"   &gt;McFly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;. bom, por hoje é só. espero que amanhã eu consiga escrever algo mais produtivo ¬¬ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:13;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;i&gt;ee&lt;/i&gt;ijo meu povo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:13;color:black;"   &gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:13;color:red;"   &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:18;"  &gt;até amanhã o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:18;"  &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3179993483664753058-726970195808764962?l=unsaaidthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/feeds/726970195808764962/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3179993483664753058&amp;postID=726970195808764962&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/726970195808764962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3179993483664753058/posts/default/726970195808764962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsaaidthings.blogspot.com/2008/01/criatividade-eu-te-amo.html' title='criatividade, eu te amo. ¬¬'/><author><name>Ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13524015058979163193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g023zsbxUNo/TbG931xCuXI/AAAAAAAAAio/o2HKBKCF4DU/s220/S6001202h.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
