<?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-5133898573565830527</id><updated>2011-09-17T07:14:10.093-07:00</updated><category term='end'/><category term='frase'/><category term='wishes'/><category term='amigos'/><category term='poesia'/><category term='escola'/><category term='tempestade particular'/><category term='significado'/><category term='gastar'/><category term='coisas'/><category term='amizade'/><category term='amor e amizade'/><category term='faltando'/><category term='inútil'/><category term='música'/><category term='tempestade'/><category term='cansada'/><title type='text'>anabiah</title><subtitle type='html'>O que eu penso, sinto e vejo...♥</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabiah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133898573565830527/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabiah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>anabiah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03922069149491715577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hLTd-B96atE/TPGcSzaslDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/RLcbv62sHN0/S220/OgAAADl0JbUoOv38lkxN6_n7cu6Qt4G14GGer-2V9R1Fk5c8RZSG18tpindAbRKWL_TKws6ncJUjR4pLsA4c4dxU78UAm1T1UCE_yAVOnQ-JaaSKHcN0DmwA-DQU.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133898573565830527.post-3990745648819506979</id><published>2010-12-20T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T12:51:22.592-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='end'/><title type='text'>My happy ending</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;Aquele brilho no olhar de cada um, aqueles sorrisos esperançosos mas gotejados por lágrimas de saudade, aquela alegria não era momentânea, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;era uma alegria que ficaria tatuada no coração de cada um , com carinho, para que não esquecêssemos os bons momentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;Magia? não sei, só sei que nunca vou esquecer de nenhum daqueles sorrisos, nem de nenhuma daquelas lágrimas, nunca.Talvez porque não houvesse esperança só em mim e nos meus queridos e queridas colegas, mas sim em todos que estavam conosco: os pais, os amigos, os professores, a coordenadora, o diretor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;Vou morrer de saudades, nunca esquecerei vocês. Agora é seguir em frente, mas sem nos esquecermos de quem somos e de quem amamos.Esse foi o meu final feliz, desejo que quando tiver o seu seja maravilhoso como foi o meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133898573565830527-3990745648819506979?l=anabiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabiah.blogspot.com/feeds/3990745648819506979/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133898573565830527&amp;postID=3990745648819506979' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133898573565830527/posts/default/3990745648819506979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133898573565830527/posts/default/3990745648819506979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabiah.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-happy-ending.html' title='My happy ending'/><author><name>anabiah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03922069149491715577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hLTd-B96atE/TPGcSzaslDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/RLcbv62sHN0/S220/OgAAADl0JbUoOv38lkxN6_n7cu6Qt4G14GGer-2V9R1Fk5c8RZSG18tpindAbRKWL_TKws6ncJUjR4pLsA4c4dxU78UAm1T1UCE_yAVOnQ-JaaSKHcN0DmwA-DQU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133898573565830527.post-749021427953329106</id><published>2010-12-03T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T16:49:38.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mudaram as estações</title><content type='html'>Essa música tem um significado pra mim... Parece que ela me consola sempre que estou diante do final de uma fase, como se essa música me dissesse "Calma, acabou, mas você fez sua parte. Agora, só resta lembrar os bons momentos."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque eu vou sentir falta das aulas de literatura, de física ("Então vcs tão sabendo de tudo, né?"), de inglês, de química, de geografia, de sociologia... Das legais e das chatas, sim, eu sentirei falta... Das risadas, das piadas ruins, dos trotes, das fotos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Essa música me consola muito, mas me faz chorar de alegria. Agora, acabou. O tempo passou sem que ao menos me deixar pensar em como aproveitá-lo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mudaram as estações&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Mudaram as estações, nada mudou&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu sei que alguma coisa aconteceu&lt;br /&gt;Está tudo assim tão diferente&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Se lembra quando a gente chegou um dia a acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo era pra sempre&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber, que o pra sempre, sempre acaba&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Mas nada vai conseguir mudar o que ficou&lt;br /&gt;Quando penso em alguém só penso em você&lt;br /&gt;E aí, então, estamos bem&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Mesmo com tantos motivos&lt;br /&gt;Pra deixar tudo como está&lt;br /&gt;Nem desistir, nem tentar agora tanto faz&lt;br /&gt;Estamos indo de volta pra casa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Mesmo com tantos motivos&lt;br /&gt;Pra deixar tudo como está&lt;br /&gt;Nem desistir, nem tentar agora tanto faz&lt;br /&gt;Estamos indo de volta pra casa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; 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Se a pessoa realmente te ama, não vai te fazer sofrer, nunca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No meu dicionário, amigo é aquele que sempre vai estar ao seu lado, sempre vai te ouvir, sempre vai te amar como você é, vai te consolar nem que seja só estando ao seu lado em silêncio, sempre com você e por você, independentemente do que aconteça.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No meu dicionário tem frases da Clarice Lispector, tem imagens que traduzem palavras, trechos de músicas que significam sentimentos, significados de nomes e vários pedaços de mim,.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;São vários pedaços porque ainda estou encontrando as palavras que me traduzem e eu sou um quebra-cabeça. Estou juntando minhas peças ainda, aviso qndo estiver completamente montado ;) Me sinto às vezes em frente a esfinge qndo estou olhando-me no espelho... "Decifra-me ou devoro-te", parece estar escrito em meus olhos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando eu tiver novos significados posto... au revoir mon/ma chérie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133898573565830527-2576149026092120156?l=anabiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabiah.blogspot.com/feeds/2576149026092120156/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133898573565830527&amp;postID=2576149026092120156' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133898573565830527/posts/default/2576149026092120156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133898573565830527/posts/default/2576149026092120156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabiah.blogspot.com/2010/11/meu-dicionario.html' title='meu dicionário'/><author><name>anabiah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03922069149491715577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hLTd-B96atE/TPGcSzaslDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/RLcbv62sHN0/S220/OgAAADl0JbUoOv38lkxN6_n7cu6Qt4G14GGer-2V9R1Fk5c8RZSG18tpindAbRKWL_TKws6ncJUjR4pLsA4c4dxU78UAm1T1UCE_yAVOnQ-JaaSKHcN0DmwA-DQU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133898573565830527.post-4689802362646203529</id><published>2010-11-27T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T16:46:45.682-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishes'/><title type='text'>o que eu quiser...</title><content type='html'>Às vezes a gente pensa que vai dar certo, que vai conseguir o que quer. Achamos errado, muito errado.&lt;div&gt;Eu ouvi uma coisa num show da Virada Esportiva, no villa-lobos que é verdade: o ser humano quer aquilo que não pode ter. E sempre será assim, sempre. Eu queria ter meus amigos comigo esse ano, queria ter tudo que peço, queria passar direto sem recuperações, ter algm que amo, ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já ouvi que sou jovem demais, mas isso é dizer "Não, você não tem preocupações. Silêncio!", é ignorância. É fingir que não existe gente que tem boa mentalidade boa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bom, eu consegui amigos esse ano. E dos poucos que sobraram, esses são bons... Cada um em seu jeitinho especial, que me deixa feliz só de ouvir a voz... Não só os novos, mas os antigos tbm, e como. Sinto saudade de todos, desde a que eu conheço há 11 anos até aquele que eu coheço há alguns meses. Vocês estão tatuados em meu coração, amo vocês.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas... bom, voltando ao tema, eu tenho uma parte do que eu nem poderia imaginar querer: um encontro da minha religião, amigos(novos e antigos), festas, reencontros (encontrei uma amiga que não via há 5 anos), o fim da minha vida escolar, lágrimas de felicidade, ... foi tanta coisa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bom, o ser humano deseja o que não pode ter e acaba tendo o que nem imaginaria querer. Cheguei a uma boa conclusão ^--^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Há pessoas que fazem do sol uma simples mancha amarela. Mas há aquelas que fazem de uma simples mancha amarela o próprio sol!" Pablo Picasso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aos que fazem da minha manchinha amarela um lindo e radiante sol, amo muito vocês.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133898573565830527-4689802362646203529?l=anabiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabiah.blogspot.com/feeds/4689802362646203529/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133898573565830527&amp;postID=4689802362646203529' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133898573565830527/posts/default/4689802362646203529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133898573565830527/posts/default/4689802362646203529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabiah.blogspot.com/2010/11/o-que-eu-quiser.html' title='o que eu quiser...'/><author><name>anabiah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03922069149491715577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hLTd-B96atE/TPGcSzaslDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/RLcbv62sHN0/S220/OgAAADl0JbUoOv38lkxN6_n7cu6Qt4G14GGer-2V9R1Fk5c8RZSG18tpindAbRKWL_TKws6ncJUjR4pLsA4c4dxU78UAm1T1UCE_yAVOnQ-JaaSKHcN0DmwA-DQU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133898573565830527.post-934692109900044139</id><published>2010-01-25T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T16:58:15.335-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tempestade particular'/><title type='text'>Meu medo...</title><content type='html'>Tá, eu converso, conto e falo tudo. Pros meus amigos, claaro. Mas não é o bastante. Eu preciso olhar nos olhos dele e ver, sentir que tudo que ele disse era verdade ou mentira...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas eu tenho &lt;b&gt;medo&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Medo que ele me faça chorar como já fizeram, medo que ele me trate como mais uma, que ele me ignore, medo de me machucar de novo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu prometi a mim mesma que não choraria de novo por alguém que não merece.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E não vou...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ana Beatriz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133898573565830527-934692109900044139?l=anabiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hLTd-B96atE/TPGcSzaslDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/RLcbv62sHN0/S220/OgAAADl0JbUoOv38lkxN6_n7cu6Qt4G14GGer-2V9R1Fk5c8RZSG18tpindAbRKWL_TKws6ncJUjR4pLsA4c4dxU78UAm1T1UCE_yAVOnQ-JaaSKHcN0DmwA-DQU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133898573565830527.post-2915500853018802406</id><published>2010-01-21T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T17:13:56.622-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>Tá, uma poesia minha ♥</title><content type='html'>Se eu te dissesse que não penso em você seria mentira&lt;div&gt;Se eu te dissesse que cansei de você estaria louca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque você é meu viver, o pedaço de mim que falta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E eu me perderia no vazio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As flores não são têm perfume sem você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As cores parecem iguais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E de mim a sombra da solidão toma conta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será que vou conseguir sorrir?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas eu sei o que você sente, e que te machuca o adeus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nada vai nos separar, segure minha mão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E iremos aonde nada nem ninguém possa nos ferir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para que possamos sonhar acordados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sempre estarei a seu lado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ana Beatriz ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133898573565830527-2915500853018802406?l=anabiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabiah.blogspot.com/feeds/2915500853018802406/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133898573565830527&amp;postID=2915500853018802406' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133898573565830527/posts/default/2915500853018802406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133898573565830527/posts/default/2915500853018802406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabiah.blogspot.com/2010/01/ta-uma-poesia-minha.html' title='Tá, uma poesia minha ♥'/><author><name>anabiah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03922069149491715577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hLTd-B96atE/TPGcSzaslDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/RLcbv62sHN0/S220/OgAAADl0JbUoOv38lkxN6_n7cu6Qt4G14GGer-2V9R1Fk5c8RZSG18tpindAbRKWL_TKws6ncJUjR4pLsA4c4dxU78UAm1T1UCE_yAVOnQ-JaaSKHcN0DmwA-DQU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133898573565830527.post-3707790280401650911</id><published>2010-01-17T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T13:07:59.401-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gastar'/><title type='text'>Algo que quero comprar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Tá, depois da revolta lembrei que tenho que comprar algumas coisas e fazer outras.... Ouvindo &lt;b&gt;Evanescence&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;O livro três da série A Mediadora, da Meg Cabot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alguns esmaltes (o azul hortênsia, um vermelho, um preto, um vinho...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Um outro livro&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cortar o cabelo...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sair antes de enlouquecer ou matar alguém ^.^&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Achar meu delineador líquido&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;e....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais um moooonte de coisa..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ana Biah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133898573565830527-3707790280401650911?l=anabiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427466783463337666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desisto, cansei.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pra que &lt;b&gt;procurar&lt;/b&gt; namorado se na hora que vc procura não aparece?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pra que &lt;b&gt;querer sair&lt;/b&gt; se quando vc quer ninguém quer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pra que &lt;b&gt;ligar&lt;/b&gt; se ninguém atende?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pra que &lt;b&gt;perguntar&lt;/b&gt; se ninguém responde?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pra que &lt;b&gt;chamar&lt;/b&gt; se ninguém olha?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pra que &lt;b&gt;sonhar tanto&lt;/b&gt; se cedo ou tarde vc acorda e vê que era ilusão?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pra que &lt;b&gt;gritar&lt;/b&gt; se vão te olhar e te achar louco?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pra que &lt;b&gt;insistir em sonhar&lt;/b&gt; com Romeu atirando pedras em sua janela?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pra que &lt;b&gt;querer um príncipe&lt;/b&gt; se ele vai te fazer sofrer e vai virar um sapo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pra que &lt;b&gt;sonhar alto&lt;/b&gt; se vc vai cair e se machucar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pra que &lt;b&gt;chorar por alguém&lt;/b&gt; que não move uma palha por você?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque as pessoas gostam de se machucar e mais ainda de machucar as outras, esse é o lado sádico do ser humano./&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diz que ama mas fere, o máximo que puder....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E essas pessoas nem pensam na frase "&lt;b&gt;não faça aos outros o que você não quer que façam a você&lt;/b&gt;", e cravam fundo palavras no coração de outros sem pensar nas cicatrizes que vão ficar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pensar nisso antes de cuspir palavras ferinas nos outros é bom. &lt;b&gt;Ninguém tem culpa da raiva e das mágoas dos outros.... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ana Beatriz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133898573565830527-6982910645564708553?l=anabiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabiah.blogspot.com/feeds/6982910645564708553/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133898573565830527&amp;postID=6982910645564708553' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133898573565830527/posts/default/6982910645564708553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133898573565830527/posts/default/6982910645564708553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabiah.blogspot.com/2010/01/ah-quer-saber.html' title='ah, quer saber?'/><author><name>anabiah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03922069149491715577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hLTd-B96atE/TPGcSzaslDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/RLcbv62sHN0/S220/OgAAADl0JbUoOv38lkxN6_n7cu6Qt4G14GGer-2V9R1Fk5c8RZSG18tpindAbRKWL_TKws6ncJUjR4pLsA4c4dxU78UAm1T1UCE_yAVOnQ-JaaSKHcN0DmwA-DQU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hLTd-B96atE/S1I8SJqQbsI/AAAAAAAAAEg/j22gekSyEUA/s72-c/digitalizar0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133898573565830527.post-381750356609377546</id><published>2010-01-07T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T12:00:01.943-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cansada'/><title type='text'>Cansei...</title><content type='html'>Cansei de ficar em casa, cansei de ficar no msn ( nada pessoal, amo conversar com o povo  ♥), cansei de ouvir "bia, faz isso pra mim...", cansei de não fazer nada além de usar a internet, cansei de esperar pessoas para conversar no msn, cansei de procurar namorado, cansei....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero sair, correr, gritar, fugir, chorar, ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero meus amigos comigo, quero me divertir, quero rir mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sim, é triste.... mas estou com raiva, de ficar em casa fechada em quatro paredes olhando o tempo passar e minha angústia crescer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não vou passar férias assim agora,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ana Beatriz ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133898573565830527-381750356609377546?l=anabiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabiah.blogspot.com/feeds/381750356609377546/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133898573565830527&amp;postID=381750356609377546' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133898573565830527/posts/default/381750356609377546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133898573565830527/posts/default/381750356609377546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabiah.blogspot.com/2010/01/cansei.html' title='Cansei...'/><author><name>anabiah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03922069149491715577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hLTd-B96atE/TPGcSzaslDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/RLcbv62sHN0/S220/OgAAADl0JbUoOv38lkxN6_n7cu6Qt4G14GGer-2V9R1Fk5c8RZSG18tpindAbRKWL_TKws6ncJUjR4pLsA4c4dxU78UAm1T1UCE_yAVOnQ-JaaSKHcN0DmwA-DQU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133898573565830527.post-436807233612957404</id><published>2009-11-14T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T10:03:10.557-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor e amizade'/><title type='text'>De uma coisa eu sei... eu acho</title><content type='html'>Olhando as pessoas na rua, no transito, brisando (pra variar) reparei em uma coisa:  as únicas coisas que realmente importam são o &lt;b&gt;amor&lt;/b&gt; e a &lt;b&gt;amizade&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O resto é passageiro: as roupas, os momentos (por melhores ou piores que sejam...), as mágoas, os sorrisos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só restam lembranças, flashes de tudo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Então aproveite: a vida é curta, cada segundo é precioso, e não existe volta no tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;até a próxima ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133898573565830527-436807233612957404?l=anabiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabiah.blogspot.com/feeds/436807233612957404/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133898573565830527&amp;postID=436807233612957404' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133898573565830527/posts/default/436807233612957404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133898573565830527/posts/default/436807233612957404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabiah.blogspot.com/2009/11/de-uma-coisa-eu-sei-eu-acho.html' title='De uma coisa eu sei... eu acho'/><author><name>anabiah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03922069149491715577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' 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Sim, estou meio carente, a escola tá sugando toda a minha energia...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas o que está faltando é fácil de notar, mas pare e pense: você percebe o que está na sua frente? A família, aquele amigo da escola que vc gosta tanto, aquela amiga que sempre vem te ver, independente do que acontecer, seu cachorro ou seu gatinho? Não importa o que for, está na sua cara, e vc acaba não prestando atenção....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu acabo fazendo isso, até demais pro meu gosto... &gt;..&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas eu ainda vou axar um namorado... E eu vou saber se for o cara certo, pq isso não está escrito: meu coração vai saber me dizer o que é certo pra mim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See ya ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133898573565830527-7446442058004842170?l=anabiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabiah.blogspot.com/feeds/7446442058004842170/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133898573565830527&amp;postID=7446442058004842170' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133898573565830527/posts/default/7446442058004842170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='amizade'/><title type='text'>saudade ♥</title><content type='html'>ainn, hoje sonhei com a loira *--* Sonhei que a gente se encontrava, e eu dizia "Ai Mari, vc não tem noção de como eu estava com saudade de você!", a gente se abraçava, eu segurei as mãos dela e disse "Me perdoa se fiquei muito tempo longe de você, se não te liguei quando devia, se não estava com você quando você precisou..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loirinha, eu te amo muito, e vc sabe disso ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't live this life/Without you by my side/I need you to survive..."&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me - Evanescence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133898573565830527-1067590019777282395?l=anabiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabiah.blogspot.com/feeds/1067590019777282395/comments/default' title='Postar 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hLTd-B96atE/TPGcSzaslDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/RLcbv62sHN0/S220/OgAAADl0JbUoOv38lkxN6_n7cu6Qt4G14GGer-2V9R1Fk5c8RZSG18tpindAbRKWL_TKws6ncJUjR4pLsA4c4dxU78UAm1T1UCE_yAVOnQ-JaaSKHcN0DmwA-DQU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133898573565830527.post-2876413955764728120</id><published>2009-08-13T12:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T12:38:38.861-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizade'/><title type='text'>Porque se ela virasse peixe lua eu virava faca ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hLTd-B96atE/SoRrKSJkPYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/JrSvu9SX5wA/s1600-h/1246320512237_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369534480147299714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hLTd-B96atE/SoRrKSJkPYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/JrSvu9SX5wA/s320/1246320512237_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 'Há pessoas que transformam o sol numa simples mancha amarela, mas há aquelas que fazem de uma simples mancha amarela o próprio sol!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mari, vc fez da minha manchinha amarela um sol lindo e radiante ♥&lt;br /&gt;te amo ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133898573565830527-2876413955764728120?l=anabiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabiah.blogspot.com/feeds/2876413955764728120/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133898573565830527&amp;postID=2876413955764728120' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133898573565830527/posts/default/2876413955764728120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133898573565830527.post-4339428125355499554</id><published>2009-08-13T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T05:29:31.241-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frase'/><title type='text'>mais uma frase fofa ♥</title><content type='html'>'Há pessoas que transformam o sol numa simples mancha amarela, mas há aquelas que fazem de uma simples mancha amarela o próprio sol!"&lt;br /&gt;Pablo Picasso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133898573565830527-4339428125355499554?l=anabiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabiah.blogspot.com/feeds/4339428125355499554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hLTd-B96atE/TPGcSzaslDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/RLcbv62sHN0/S220/OgAAADl0JbUoOv38lkxN6_n7cu6Qt4G14GGer-2V9R1Fk5c8RZSG18tpindAbRKWL_TKws6ncJUjR4pLsA4c4dxU78UAm1T1UCE_yAVOnQ-JaaSKHcN0DmwA-DQU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133898573565830527.post-5855112445604802005</id><published>2009-08-12T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T08:34:33.857-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escola'/><title type='text'>thanks pig flu XD</title><content type='html'>haha, a gripe do porco dexo todo mundo mais duas semanas de férias...to até vendo, a gente vai canta jingle bells na escola &gt;..&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é a vida, fazer o que??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133898573565830527-5855112445604802005?l=anabiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hLTd-B96atE/TPGcSzaslDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/RLcbv62sHN0/S220/OgAAADl0JbUoOv38lkxN6_n7cu6Qt4G14GGer-2V9R1Fk5c8RZSG18tpindAbRKWL_TKws6ncJUjR4pLsA4c4dxU78UAm1T1UCE_yAVOnQ-JaaSKHcN0DmwA-DQU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133898573565830527.post-7768914362226132561</id><published>2009-05-30T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T19:04:44.282-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>é o que a música diz...</title><content type='html'>"Se você quer a vida em jogo eu quero é ser feliz !"&lt;br /&gt;Tribalistas - Já sei namorar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133898573565830527-7768914362226132561?l=anabiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hLTd-B96atE/TPGcSzaslDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/RLcbv62sHN0/S220/OgAAADl0JbUoOv38lkxN6_n7cu6Qt4G14GGer-2V9R1Fk5c8RZSG18tpindAbRKWL_TKws6ncJUjR4pLsA4c4dxU78UAm1T1UCE_yAVOnQ-JaaSKHcN0DmwA-DQU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133898573565830527.post-1189361930335048557</id><published>2009-05-26T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T12:22:06.719-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas'/><title type='text'>Quadro que eu to fazendo releitura XDD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hLTd-B96atE/ShxBBlwMArI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZvIXriOCcPE/s1600-h/2006103000_lichtenstein1(quadro+que+eu+fiz+releitura+2009).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340214753724465842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hLTd-B96atE/ShxBBlwMArI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZvIXriOCcPE/s320/2006103000_lichtenstein1(quadro+que+eu+fiz+releitura+2009).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To postando o quadro de Roy Lichenstein, que eu to fazendo uma releitura na aula de artes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;tô adorandoo XDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;tá ficando lindoo *--*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133898573565830527-1189361930335048557?l=anabiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabiah.blogspot.com/feeds/1189361930335048557/comments/default' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hLTd-B96atE/TPGcSzaslDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/RLcbv62sHN0/S220/OgAAADl0JbUoOv38lkxN6_n7cu6Qt4G14GGer-2V9R1Fk5c8RZSG18tpindAbRKWL_TKws6ncJUjR4pLsA4c4dxU78UAm1T1UCE_yAVOnQ-JaaSKHcN0DmwA-DQU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hLTd-B96atE/ShxBBlwMArI/AAAAAAAAACw/ZvIXriOCcPE/s72-c/2006103000_lichtenstein1(quadro+que+eu+fiz+releitura+2009).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133898573565830527.post-8162719826182734139</id><published>2009-05-15T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T18:26:01.392-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigos'/><title type='text'>i miss you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;eh, eu to morrendo de saudade do povo da etec ;__;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;faz poko tempo q entrei lah, mas jah amo eles (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;s2 s2 s2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;mas tah tdo bem, naum serão recuperações e uma gripe q me afastarão de vcs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133898573565830527-8162719826182734139?l=anabiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabiah.blogspot.com/feeds/8162719826182734139/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133898573565830527&amp;postID=8162719826182734139' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hLTd-B96atE/TPGcSzaslDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/RLcbv62sHN0/S220/OgAAADl0JbUoOv38lkxN6_n7cu6Qt4G14GGer-2V9R1Fk5c8RZSG18tpindAbRKWL_TKws6ncJUjR4pLsA4c4dxU78UAm1T1UCE_yAVOnQ-JaaSKHcN0DmwA-DQU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133898573565830527.post-8682484978097709674</id><published>2009-05-04T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T15:59:33.064-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>pôr-do-sol na praia x mágoas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;eu só queria estar longe daqui, só pra poder esuquecer minhas mágoas e meus medos...se eu naum estivesse aqui, pelo menos agora, estaria bem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;eu me imagino num longo vestido branco, de mãos dadas com você, sorrindo, de frente para o pôr-do-sol, de frente para o mar, sentindo a brisa no meu rosto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;isso daria uma música: tristeza, saudade, vontade de ir pra longe, mágoas, pôr-do-sol de frente pro mar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;ou uma poesia...mas ficaria confusa, entaum, teria que ser ou sobre as mágoas, ou sobre um pôr-do-sol na praia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;XDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;se eu fizer, posto aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;ngm vai ler msm &gt;o&lt;''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;tanto faz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133898573565830527-8682484978097709674?l=anabiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabiah.blogspot.com/feeds/8682484978097709674/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133898573565830527&amp;postID=8682484978097709674' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133898573565830527/posts/default/8682484978097709674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133898573565830527/posts/default/8682484978097709674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabiah.blogspot.com/2009/05/por-do-sol-na-praia-x-magoas.html' title='pôr-do-sol na praia x mágoas'/><author><name>anabiah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03922069149491715577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hLTd-B96atE/TPGcSzaslDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/RLcbv62sHN0/S220/OgAAADl0JbUoOv38lkxN6_n7cu6Qt4G14GGer-2V9R1Fk5c8RZSG18tpindAbRKWL_TKws6ncJUjR4pLsA4c4dxU78UAm1T1UCE_yAVOnQ-JaaSKHcN0DmwA-DQU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133898573565830527.post-7883983403541161493</id><published>2009-05-03T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T14:35:26.241-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas'/><title type='text'>meu buddy poke XDD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hLTd-B96atE/Sf4OEnfDoCI/AAAAAAAAACo/9ef6lBvfexQ/s1600-h/buddy+poke+XD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331714481334755362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hLTd-B96atE/Sf4OEnfDoCI/AAAAAAAAACo/9ef6lBvfexQ/s320/buddy+poke+XD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133898573565830527-7883983403541161493?l=anabiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabiah.blogspot.com/feeds/7883983403541161493/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133898573565830527&amp;postID=7883983403541161493' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133898573565830527/posts/default/7883983403541161493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133898573565830527.post-7051317452874672487</id><published>2009-05-02T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T13:56:32.188-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inútil'/><title type='text'>eu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;nada a falar X__x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;sono/cansaço/saudade/brigadero/vontade de sai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133898573565830527-7051317452874672487?l=anabiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabiah.blogspot.com/feeds/7051317452874672487/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hLTd-B96atE/TPGcSzaslDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/RLcbv62sHN0/S220/OgAAADl0JbUoOv38lkxN6_n7cu6Qt4G14GGer-2V9R1Fk5c8RZSG18tpindAbRKWL_TKws6ncJUjR4pLsA4c4dxU78UAm1T1UCE_yAVOnQ-JaaSKHcN0DmwA-DQU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133898573565830527.post-8574337595233904990</id><published>2009-04-27T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T14:43:46.777-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>pieces of me...</title><content type='html'>"Nem solos de guitarra ou namorado popstar&lt;br /&gt;só um violão e uma canção pra te mostrar&lt;br /&gt;Não importa o que aconteça, você vai ser meu par&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;Você é assim pra mim, meu início, meio e fim&lt;br /&gt;No momento que vi você sorrir, foi quando eu descobri a felicidade em si..."&lt;br /&gt;Scracho - Canção pra te mostrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everything that I do reminds me of you..."&lt;br /&gt;Avril Lavigne - When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm ok.I miss you..."&lt;br /&gt;Avril Lavigne - When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;s2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133898573565830527-8574337595233904990?l=anabiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabiah.blogspot.com/feeds/8574337595233904990/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133898573565830527&amp;postID=8574337595233904990' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133898573565830527/posts/default/8574337595233904990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133898573565830527/posts/default/8574337595233904990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabiah.blogspot.com/2009/04/nem-solos-de-guitarra-ou-namorado.html' title='pieces of me...'/><author><name>anabiah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03922069149491715577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hLTd-B96atE/TPGcSzaslDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/RLcbv62sHN0/S220/OgAAADl0JbUoOv38lkxN6_n7cu6Qt4G14GGer-2V9R1Fk5c8RZSG18tpindAbRKWL_TKws6ncJUjR4pLsA4c4dxU78UAm1T1UCE_yAVOnQ-JaaSKHcN0DmwA-DQU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133898573565830527.post-4166393694009421755</id><published>2009-04-27T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T14:23:55.958-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigos'/><title type='text'>Saudade ;_;</title><content type='html'>Às vezes é preciso, por mais que eu odeie chorar e ficar com a porcaria do meu nariz vermelho, é preciso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas tudo bem, a vida é assim: feita de sorrisos e lágrimas, e você não pode escolher. Mesmo porque, se todo mundo pudesse escolher, a vida seria só de sorrisos ou só de lágrimas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É, eu chorei, lembrando de cada um de nossos momentos, de cada filme que nós vimos juntas, de cada pessoa que conhecemos juntas, e além de tudo das suas cartinhas, feitas com tanto carinho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É, eu sinto sua falta, e tudo me lembra você: cada sorriso, cada olhar, cada movimento.&lt;br /&gt;Sim, eu sinto, e muito, sua falta. s2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133898573565830527-4166393694009421755?l=anabiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabiah.blogspot.com/feeds/4166393694009421755/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133898573565830527&amp;postID=4166393694009421755' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133898573565830527/posts/default/4166393694009421755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133898573565830527/posts/default/4166393694009421755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabiah.blogspot.com/2009/04/saudade.html' title='Saudade ;_;'/><author><name>anabiah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03922069149491715577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hLTd-B96atE/TPGcSzaslDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/RLcbv62sHN0/S220/OgAAADl0JbUoOv38lkxN6_n7cu6Qt4G14GGer-2V9R1Fk5c8RZSG18tpindAbRKWL_TKws6ncJUjR4pLsA4c4dxU78UAm1T1UCE_yAVOnQ-JaaSKHcN0DmwA-DQU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133898573565830527.post-8394833797873177611</id><published>2009-04-26T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T18:32:35.711-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tempestade'/><title type='text'>minha lei de murphy &gt;o&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vamos lá, você com certeza já ouviu falar na tal da Lei de Murphy, certo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pois é, essa lei faz parte da minha vidinha, e como...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pra mim é assim ó:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tá chovendo forte, você tem que voltar de ônibus pra casa, e está de noite.Quando você pensa "Não dá pra piorar, meu cabelo tah todo molhado, que mer...", antes de você terminar de pensar, passa um carro que você nem sabe daonde surgiu, passa naquela poça nojenta de água e molha toooda a sua camiseta e sua calça jeans, e de quebra, seu all star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É nessa hora que você pensa, ou fala "Puta que Pariu!!!", ou simplesmente chora XDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Se você não entendeu, eu explico: Tá ruim? Relaxa, dá pra piorar e muito, pode ter certeza...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Eu sei mto bem disso XDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mas tudo bem, tem dias de sol e dias de tempestade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133898573565830527-8394833797873177611?l=anabiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabiah.blogspot.com/feeds/8394833797873177611/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133898573565830527&amp;postID=8394833797873177611' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hLTd-B96atE/Se52J9xNiFI/AAAAAAAAABk/HahIvjf6wCg/s1600-h/BM.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avril Lavigne - When You're Gone&lt;br /&gt;I always needed time on my own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never thought I'd, need you there when I cried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the days feel like years when I'm alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the bed where you lie is made up on your side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk away I count the steps that you take&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you see how much I need you right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone the pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you're gone the face I came to know is missing too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you're gone the words I need to hearto always get me through the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And make it okI miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've never felt this way before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything that I do, reminds me of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the clothes you left, they lie on the floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they smell just like you, I love the things that you do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk away I count the steps that you take&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you see how much I need you right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone the pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you're gone the face I came to know is missing too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you're gone the words I need to hearto always get me through the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And make it ok.I miss you&lt;br /&gt;We were made for each other out here forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know we were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah yeah!&lt;br /&gt;All I ever wanted was for you to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything I do I give my heart and soulI can hardly breathe I need to feel you here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you're gone the pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you're gone the face I came to know is missing too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you're gone the the words I need to hear will always get me through the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And make it ok, I miss you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133898573565830527-5451492491895685290?l=anabiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabiah.blogspot.com/feeds/5451492491895685290/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133898573565830527&amp;postID=5451492491895685290' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133898573565830527/posts/default/5451492491895685290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133898573565830527/posts/default/5451492491895685290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabiah.blogspot.com/2009/04/uma-amizade-mais-que-especial-s2.html' title='uma amizade mais que especial s2'/><author><name>anabiah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03922069149491715577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hLTd-B96atE/TPGcSzaslDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/RLcbv62sHN0/S220/OgAAADl0JbUoOv38lkxN6_n7cu6Qt4G14GGer-2V9R1Fk5c8RZSG18tpindAbRKWL_TKws6ncJUjR4pLsA4c4dxU78UAm1T1UCE_yAVOnQ-JaaSKHcN0DmwA-DQU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hLTd-B96atE/Se52eUUfTAI/AAAAAAAAABs/6xuDwfI-Tx0/s72-c/BM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133898573565830527.post-5220348636106317976</id><published>2009-04-20T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T18:24:08.130-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas'/><title type='text'>Coisas que eu quero XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Como não tem assunto, vou colocar algumas coisas que eu quero ganhar ^^;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1- uma tiara de gatinho preta da Nyanko Shop XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2-uns 3 bottons novos ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;3-um colar de s2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;4-luvinhas XDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;5-um celular &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;decente ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6-um pendrive decente (eh, eu preciso ^^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;7-um lápis de olho decente (eh, eu preciso [2])&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;8-alguns livros, tipo Breaking Down, A Cabana, e outros...(gosto de ler XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;9-2 piercings para usar como brinco XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;entre várias coisas ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;q eu vou eescrever depois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133898573565830527-5220348636106317976?l=anabiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabiah.blogspot.com/feeds/5220348636106317976/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133898573565830527&amp;postID=5220348636106317976' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133898573565830527/posts/default/5220348636106317976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5133898573565830527/posts/default/5220348636106317976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabiah.blogspot.com/2009/04/coisas-que-eu-quero-xd.html' title='Coisas que eu quero XD'/><author><name>anabiah*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03922069149491715577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hLTd-B96atE/TPGcSzaslDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/RLcbv62sHN0/S220/OgAAADl0JbUoOv38lkxN6_n7cu6Qt4G14GGer-2V9R1Fk5c8RZSG18tpindAbRKWL_TKws6ncJUjR4pLsA4c4dxU78UAm1T1UCE_yAVOnQ-JaaSKHcN0DmwA-DQU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133898573565830527.post-1658288588695593373</id><published>2009-04-18T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T12:43:21.218-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigos'/><title type='text'>algumas coisinhas XDD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hLTd-B96atE/SeotSMltBWI/AAAAAAAAABc/4mB_Xw05iYE/s1600-h/aishiteru.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326119299959293282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hLTd-B96atE/SeotSMltBWI/AAAAAAAAABc/4mB_Xw05iYE/s320/aishiteru.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ai q saudade... apesar de estar amando a escola nova e a etec( eh gente, conheço esse povo há pouco tempo, mais eles já fazem patrte do s2), morro de saudades de alguns amigos em especial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Uma loira de olhos verdes, uma lokinha viciada em animes, uma batatinha, de uma menina q eu conheço há 10 anos, de um metaleiro doido e da namorada lokinha dele (que me faz rir só de lembrar das caretas dela), de uma menina de brasília, de uma lorinha que eu conheço há 6 anos, de um vocalista de uma banda... eh tanta gente...E eles talvez não tenham noção da falta que fazem pra mim...E tem um pedacinho de uma música que traduz algo q acho fácil de entender: eles nunca deixaram de estar no meu pensamento e no meu coração:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"Mesmo se estivermos longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Nossos corações estão juntos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Rindo juntos"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Glory kimi ga iru kara - One Piece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Sinto falta de todos vocês, muita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ps.: não posso deixar de escrever, as pessoas que conheci, tanto na escola nova, quanto na etec, conheci gente que ilumina meus dias (tanto minhas manhãs, quanto minhas tardes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ps 2.: agora é pra todo mundo: Vocês são as estrelas que iluminam minhas noites escuras .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Adoro todos vocês.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133898573565830527-1658288588695593373?l=anabiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabiah.blogspot.com/feeds/1658288588695593373/comments/default' title='Postar 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hLTd-B96atE/TPGcSzaslDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/RLcbv62sHN0/S220/OgAAADl0JbUoOv38lkxN6_n7cu6Qt4G14GGer-2V9R1Fk5c8RZSG18tpindAbRKWL_TKws6ncJUjR4pLsA4c4dxU78UAm1T1UCE_yAVOnQ-JaaSKHcN0DmwA-DQU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hLTd-B96atE/SeotSMltBWI/AAAAAAAAABc/4mB_Xw05iYE/s72-c/aishiteru.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133898573565830527.post-318388260755716664</id><published>2007-09-19T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T14:14:17.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oi gente XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu nome é Ana Beatriz, mais conhecida como Biah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou amiga, extrovertida, desorganizada, divertida e adoro uma zuação básica XD&lt;br /&gt;Tenho +/- 1,60, pele branca, olhos e cabelo castanhos e sou magra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu estilo é autêntico, só eu sou assim*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de alguns animês (Bleach, Naruto, Sakura Card Captors e Ranma 1/2), adoro rock, forró, reggae... só não aturo funk e pagode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos*&lt;br /&gt;Biah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=7142726969185368373"&gt;http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=7142726969185368373&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:anabialpereira@hotmail.com"&gt;anabialpereira@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5133898573565830527-318388260755716664?l=anabiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabiah.blogspot.com/feeds/318388260755716664/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5133898573565830527&amp;postID=318388260755716664' title='0 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