<?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-3993957</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:09:46.219-03:00</updated><title type='text'>within a dream</title><subtitle type='html'>Sitting in a dreamy daze by the water's edge&lt;br&gt;
On a cool summer's night&lt;br&gt;
Fireflies and stars in the sky&lt;br&gt;
Gentle glowing light&lt;br&gt;
From your cigarette&lt;br&gt;
The Breeze blowing softly on my face&lt;br&gt;
Reminds me of something else&lt;br&gt;
Something that in my memory has been replaced&lt;br&gt;
Suddenly all comes back&lt;br&gt;
And as I look to the stars...
</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>93</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-105783052239986558</id><published>2003-07-10T06:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-10T07:03:43.990-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recomecei a academia ontem... ok... até os meus cabelos conseguem doer....;) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-105783052239986558?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/105783052239986558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/105783052239986558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105783052239986558' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-105775043570364400</id><published>2003-07-09T08:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-09T08:39:44.210-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Passou rapido demais. Mal chegaram, jah foram... Soh fui me tocar disso ontem quando abracei meu titio pra dizer tchau. Mas pelo menos eu aproveitei todo o tempo que eles estiveram aqui com direito a recesso bloguistico e tudo. Eles sao os melhores.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-105775043570364400?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/105775043570364400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/105775043570364400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105775043570364400' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-105722906990898589</id><published>2003-07-03T07:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-03T07:44:29.770-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eu sei que estou devendo posts... me desculpem, mas eu vou parar de dar essas sumidas, juro. Estava meio ocupada com provinha de física (meu eterno calo de sapato encravado) mas agora está tudo bem... vivo para babar miguel e lucas ( que ajudei a fazer um blog, sim um blog, para meu afilhadinho de 8 anos), jogar harry potter no game boy e matar a saudade do meu titio que eu não via há milhões de anos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;essa chuvarada toda foi até legal, toda vez que engrossava eu estava no meio da rua pra tomar banho, mas a bichinha da bebel ficou gripada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois eu continuo.... vou para casa do meu amigo estudar... amigo vc pode ser citado ou ainda é our little secret?? huahauhauahua   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-105722906990898589?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/105722906990898589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/105722906990898589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105722906990898589' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-105690041429151543</id><published>2003-06-29T12:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-29T12:26:54.226-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eu estou obcecada pela vida alheia e ela (a pessoa) nem sabe que eu existo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-105690041429151543?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/105690041429151543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/105690041429151543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105690041429151543' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-105680853210372658</id><published>2003-06-28T10:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-28T10:58:08.706-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu estou muitissimo estressada, obrigada.&lt;br /&gt;meu ritmo de estudo tah menor (isso eh uma fato)&lt;br /&gt;e eu soh consigo ficar aterrorizada cada vez mais com o vestibular.&lt;br /&gt;Isso tudo porque eu descobri o que eu realmente quero fazer da minha vida e sei que vai ser dificil.&lt;br /&gt;Minha auto-estima tah cada vez mais baixo-estima.&lt;br /&gt;E eu tambem nao me esforco em me ajudar... como disse a senhora mam?e.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que eu tento fazer nao dah certo.. esse teclado tah tosco, o blogger nao colabora e o msn dando pau.&lt;br /&gt;Estou cansada e com duas provas marcadas nessa semana agora.&lt;br /&gt;Meu humor estah pessimo porque esqueceram o despertador ligado.&lt;br /&gt;Quero falar com Chico, mas nao consigo.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda estou doente com direito a cabeca exlodindo e tudo.&lt;br /&gt;De novo minha auto-estima tah &lt;strike&gt;fudida&lt;/strike&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Ao menos minha tia querida+lucas+miguel est?o vindo hoje pra cah pra Recife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava precisando desabafar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh these little rejections how they add up quickly&lt;br /&gt;One small sideways look and I feel so ungood&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along the way I think I gave you the power to make&lt;br /&gt;Me feel the way I thought only my father could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh these little rejections how they seem so real to me&lt;br /&gt;One forgotten birthday I'm all but cooked &lt;br /&gt;How these little abandonments seem to sting so easily&lt;br /&gt;I'm 13 again am I 13 for good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I can feel so unsexy for someone so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;So unloved for someone so fine&lt;br /&gt;I can feel so boring for someone so interesting&lt;br /&gt;So ignorant for someone of sound mind&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh these little protections how they fail to serve me&lt;br /&gt;One forgotten phone call and I'm deflated&lt;br /&gt;Oh these little defenses how they fail to comfort me&lt;br /&gt;Your hand pulling away and I'm devastated...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atencao... por favor....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-105680853210372658?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/105680853210372658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/105680853210372658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105680853210372658' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-105672908152877857</id><published>2003-06-27T12:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-28T10:57:17.870-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;eu nao sei fisica nem nunca vou saber...&lt;br /&gt;estou doente e fiquei em casa hoje... &lt;br /&gt;e... mais nada era soh para completar três linhas...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-105672908152877857?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/105672908152877857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/105672908152877857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105672908152877857' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-95873684</id><published>2003-06-20T17:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-20T17:08:23.553-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sakuragari.hpg.ig.com.br/kenshin.htm" target="_blank"&gt;oro?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-95873684?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/95873684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/95873684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95873684' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-95803053</id><published>2003-06-18T17:23:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-18T17:24:48.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.google.com.br/images?q=tbn:KR7paLGTqGsC:digilander.libero.it/demonerosso/dylan.jpg" width="120" height="150" border="1"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;esse &lt;a href="http://www.gatisfilho.blogger.com.br" target="_blank"&gt;menino&lt;/a&gt; me emprestou três volumes de dylan dog pra eu ler e eu quero maaaaiiiss!!! :) &lt;br /&gt;Muito bom!!&lt;br /&gt;E foi mais outra confirmação da perseguição que a tatcher está fazendo comigo.. &lt;br /&gt;"Ding dong, the witch is dead, which old witch?&lt;br /&gt;The wicked witch.&lt;br /&gt;Ding dong, the witch is dead,&lt;br /&gt;the wicked witch is dead...." &lt;br /&gt;lol  hahahahaha... é incrível como ela foi citada duas vezes no 2 episódio e eu tive que escutar creso falando dela hoje na aula, recebendo cutucões de chico.....&lt;br /&gt;Ps.: Judas saltitante!!!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-95803053?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/95803053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/95803053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95803053' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-95803034</id><published>2003-06-18T17:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-18T17:23:06.723-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;hoje também os primeiros mangás de kenshin e descobri que kaoru é a melhor.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;só.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-95803034?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/95803034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/95803034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95803034' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-95692826</id><published>2003-06-15T17:24:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-15T17:24:42.983-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nada como pressão para se conseguir um post publicado....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-95692826?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/95692826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/95692826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95692826' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-95692816</id><published>2003-06-15T17:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-15T17:24:08.790-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;en en... ju e peu saindo no uebo saito do &lt;a href="http://www.colegiodamas.com.br" target="_blank"&gt;colégio&lt;/a&gt; no dia dos namorados... ti meigo, mesmo sendo numa matéria estúpida..huauahua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.colegiodamas.com.br/noticias/namoro/principal.jpg" alt="ju e peu" border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e iupiiiiiiiii... tiraram a minha do ar!!!!! ;D &lt;br /&gt;logo quando entrava no terceiro ano tinha uma foto das "meninas ensaiando para a abertura dos jogos", que eu não participeie nem ensaiei porqueira nenhuma *detalhe*. hahahahaha...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-95692816?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/95692816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/95692816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95692816' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-95692814</id><published>2003-06-15T17:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-15T17:23:51.850-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>por que a &lt;strike&gt;porra&lt;/strike&gt; do blogger não vai &lt;strike&gt;tomar no cú&lt;/strike&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-95692814?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/95692814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/95692814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95692814' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-95662622</id><published>2003-06-14T12:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-14T12:42:20.640-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;Ich lieb' dich&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um viva para as aulinhas de alemão que larissa me dá! :*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-95662622?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/95662622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/95662622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95662622' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-95662462</id><published>2003-06-14T12:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-14T12:43:00.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.filmsite.org/pictures/plac.jpg" alt="kiss" border="1"&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-95662462?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/95662462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/95662462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95662462' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-95662414</id><published>2003-06-14T12:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-14T12:32:09.673-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;fidel!!! fidel!!! fidel!!! fidel!!! fidel!!! fidel!!! fidel!!! fidel!!!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;eu vou é embora morar em cuba&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-95662414?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/95662414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/95662414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95662414' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-95598949</id><published>2003-06-12T15:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-13T15:19:04.253-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh gosh!! a margaret tatcher está me perseguindo.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-95598949?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/95598949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/95598949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95598949' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-95570196</id><published>2003-06-11T21:39:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-11T21:39:48.593-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;como assim!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hefner (slight return)&lt;/u&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The French is the new band formed by John Morrison and Darren Hayman&lt;/b&gt;, previously members of Hefner. Their debut release is ?Dagenham?, a specially packaged 5?track CD EP out on 14 July which will be followed by the album ?Local Information? on 11 August. Special live events to be announced shortly. Of course you?re probably wondering what of Hefner, and were you to ask the question ?have they split up!? John would answer ?probably?, but for a less enigmatic answer you need go no further than to visit the new website where you can also get a first listen to the band in the form of 'The Wu Tang Clan'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fonte: &lt;a href="http://www.toopure.com" target="_blank"&gt;too pure.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ao menos todo mundo tá sabendo o que, agora, eu quero de presente &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.toopure.com/images/artists/thefrench/cvr_pure138cds.jpg" border="1"&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/3993957-95570196?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/95570196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/95570196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95570196' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-95570182</id><published>2003-06-11T21:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-11T21:39:21.543-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;não pude ir pro colégio estudar com as meninas, hoje.&lt;br /&gt;tive outro compromiso.&lt;br /&gt;no final acabei vendo teletubbies e ganhando um novo penteado by bebel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e era tudo que eu estava precisando &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't need to be stressed.&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/3993957-95570182?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/95570182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/95570182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95570182' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-95570172</id><published>2003-06-11T21:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-11T21:39:02.336-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mamãe, quando eu crescer eu quero ser a &lt;a href="http://www.visages.com/celebs/kidman-n_001.htm" target="_blank"&gt;nicole kidman&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-95570172?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/95570172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/95570172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95570172' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-95525640</id><published>2003-06-10T20:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T20:06:36.680-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.flowerbooking.com/images/delgado.jpg" border="1"&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-95525640?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/95525640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/95525640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95525640' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-95524920</id><published>2003-06-10T19:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T19:43:35.650-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;unhas ruídas&lt;br /&gt;sentimento de inutilidade&lt;br /&gt;comments tosco&lt;br /&gt;chiclete na havaiana&lt;br /&gt;muito H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;somebody shoot me on the head&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sight* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-95524920?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/95524920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/95524920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95524920' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-95482909</id><published>2003-06-09T19:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-09T19:22:03.906-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>invejinha.... invejinha.... invejinha.....invejinha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"And there were three sexes then,&lt;br /&gt;One that looked like two men&lt;br /&gt;Glued up back to back,&lt;br /&gt;Called the children of the sun.&lt;br /&gt;And similar in shape and girth&lt;br /&gt;Were the children of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;They looked like two girls&lt;br /&gt;Rolled up in one.&lt;br /&gt;And the children of the moon&lt;br /&gt;Were like a fork shoved on a spoon.&lt;br /&gt;They were part sun, part earth&lt;br /&gt;Part daughter, part son."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-95482909?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/95482909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/95482909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95482909' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-95482674</id><published>2003-06-09T19:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-09T19:14:33.263-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pois é...&lt;br /&gt;hoje aconteceu uma coisa meio que revoltante.&lt;br /&gt;Uma amiga minha (que o nome não precisa ser citado) foi usada por um mané de ex-namorado. &lt;br /&gt;Ele acabou colocando umas fotos dela nua em um site aí. Coisa que só  um cara muito estúpido e fdp faria.&lt;br /&gt;Tá bom ela errou em confiar nele e em até fazer essas fotos, mas.... arghhhhh. Ele realmente ferrou ela. &lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo tá falando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF0000"&gt;E não... não vou dar o endereço pra ninguém!&lt;/font&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-95482674?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/95482674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/95482674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95482674' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-95407122</id><published>2003-06-07T13:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-09T18:53:57.596-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Carol, ajeita os comentários pra mim?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-95407122?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/95407122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/95407122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95407122' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-95406708</id><published>2003-06-07T13:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-07T13:21:45.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quanto post antigo... :P&lt;br /&gt;Vou terminar de arrumar tudo e recomeço a blogar...&lt;br /&gt;saudade!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-95406708?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/95406708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/95406708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95406708' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-90270658</id><published>2003-03-06T21:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-06T21:52:54.686-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Olá povo.... ainda estou sem internet... sobrevivendo nesses momentos pré-históricos de minha vida..HHHHHH!!!! Tá, tá, tá tou matando a secura aqui no computador do meu amorzinho (shuack!!!) e quando eu tiver com saco e internet eu volto a escrever....:P&lt;br /&gt;tá bom... beijinhos!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-90270658?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/90270658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/90270658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90270658' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-89213353</id><published>2003-02-16T22:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-16T22:52:41.033-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Olá gente.&lt;br /&gt;Mila pediu para eu avisar que ela está sem internet em casa e por isso não está postando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.paulobacteria.blogspot.com"&gt;Paulinho&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-89213353?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/89213353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/89213353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89213353' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-88325381</id><published>2003-01-31T10:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-31T10:53:29.303-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chuva&lt;br /&gt;mãe atrasada&lt;br /&gt;pai atrasado&lt;br /&gt;namorado no local combinado&lt;br /&gt;primas irritadas&lt;br /&gt;fome de lascar&lt;br /&gt;dinheiro na mão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e o que é que eu faço?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;espero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não gosto de pontualidade mesmo. [laughts]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-88325381?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/88325381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/88325381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88325381' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-88211305</id><published>2003-01-29T13:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-29T13:28:20.233-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eu odeio a tal &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="5"&gt;internet&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu tenho que viver com isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-88211305?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/88211305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/88211305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88211305' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-88211124</id><published>2003-01-29T13:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-29T13:25:22.793-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.htautographs.com/celebrity/images/m/maclaine.JPG" width="254" height="310" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-88211124?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/88211124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/88211124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88211124' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-87787798</id><published>2003-01-21T13:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-21T13:18:05.410-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu estou lascada pra estudar este ano.&lt;br /&gt;Fora meu colégio pela manhã eu vou ter um monte de coisa à tarde apesar de ter evitado isso ao máximo fazendo só um curso de inglês e outro de português.&lt;br /&gt;segunda-feira - aula no colégio às duas horas (até num-sei-quando).&lt;br /&gt;terça-feira - aula de inglês no game das duas às quatro horas (ou aula de redação no mesmo horário).*&lt;br /&gt;quarta-feira - LIVRE!!!&lt;br /&gt;quinta-feira - gramática e literatura das duas às seis e meia.&lt;br /&gt;sexta-feira - inglês na ABA das duas às quatro horas (ou aula de redação no mesmo horário).*&lt;br /&gt;* Ainda vou me decidir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num é? Já desisti da academia pra poder estudar. Vou ficar só com as minhas caminhadas psicóticas às cinco da matina.&lt;br /&gt;Quero ver só se eu vou aguentar..... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-87787798?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/87787798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/87787798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87787798' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-87733803</id><published>2003-01-20T13:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-20T13:44:34.906-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fantasma do mal feito de lençol, ou melhor de colcha orgânica reutilizável, que habitava a cama de Carol. Até que ela abandonou-o e ele aparece em todo canto. É &lt;i&gt;Maleducado&lt;/i&gt; pra caralho e amigo do óculos que tem sangue grego e um hd lascado. Faz mágica em msn, vê tudo como televisão sem antena e não sabe voar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-87733803?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/87733803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/87733803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87733803' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-87733038</id><published>2003-01-20T13:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-21T13:18:29.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Ain't no sunshine when she's gone &lt;br /&gt;It's not warm when she's away &lt;br /&gt;Ain't no sunshine when she's gone &lt;br /&gt;And she's always gone too long &lt;br /&gt;Anytime she goes away &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-87733038?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/87733038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/87733038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87733038' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-87732860</id><published>2003-01-20T13:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-20T13:25:15.323-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Frase do dia: &lt;b&gt;"Eu estou grogue."&lt;/b&gt; Não eu, mas ele sim, e muito. Depois da endoscopia me deu uma ligadinha =) Que m fez rir que só com os seus &lt;i&gt;hãs!?&lt;/i&gt; bem lentinhos com jeito de sono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[eu] Vá dormir, beijo.&lt;br /&gt;[ele] Tá eu vou.&lt;br /&gt;[eu] Tchau.&lt;br /&gt;[ele] Ei...&lt;br /&gt;[eu] ...Também amo você.&lt;br /&gt;[ele] Diz que me ama.&lt;br /&gt;[eu] ???&lt;br /&gt;[ele] Vai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que ele esteja realmente dormindo. Sei que é meio difícil porque ele é mais teimoso que tudo. &lt;br /&gt;Ah... Não se preocupem o exame provavelmente não é nada sério. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-87732860?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/87732860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/87732860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87732860' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-87649647</id><published>2003-01-18T17:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-18T17:38:06.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who is PJ Harvey?&lt;br /&gt;The person Polly Jean Harvey is a British singer/song-writer/musician who has been working in various projects for several years. PJ Harvey the band, formed in 1991, quickly rose from local to international notice. Since then the band has had changes in supporting artists, with Polly as the key figure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ want more? click &lt;a href="http://www.pjharvey.net"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ she look like this - &lt;a href="http://www.pjharvey.net/vision/2001a.jpg"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.pjharvey.net/vision/june2001.jpg"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.pjharvey.net/vision/2002a.jpg"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.pjharvey.net/vision/elisevideo4.jpg"&gt;4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ her discography - &lt;a href="http://www.pjharvey.net/disc/dry.cover-s.jpg"&gt;dry&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.pjharvey.net/disc/rid.of.me.cover-s.jpg"&gt;rid of me&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.pjharvey.net/disc/4.track.cover-s.jpg"&gt;4.track demos&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.pjharvey.net/disc/tbyml.cover-s.jpg"&gt;to bring you my love&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.pjharvey.net/disc/dhalp.jpg"&gt;dance hall at louse point&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.pjharvey.net/disc/itdcover.jpg"&gt;is this desire?&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.pjharvey.net/covers.jpg"&gt;stories from the city, stories from the sea&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-87649647?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/87649647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/87649647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87649647' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-87648930</id><published>2003-01-18T17:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-18T17:01:31.176-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu bem que tento [sigh] ...&lt;br /&gt;Mas não dá. &lt;br /&gt;Eu no auge da minha demência tenho mania de morder a pele de dentro da boca todinha para ficar chupando o sangue. Tenho uma teoria que se eu evitar coisas doces essa minha vontade absurda de sanguessuga talvez passe. Só que o mais interessante eu ainda não contei. Numa dessas minhas aventuras eu mordi os meus lábios com tanta força que depois da ferida uma afta monstra subdesenvolvida apareceu. Se bem que meu pai, como gastroenterologista, discorda de mim. Fala em acidez no estômago, resultado dos muitos analgésicos que eu tomo ( tomo!?) e coisas do tipo.&lt;br /&gt;Mas a questão é que a f.d.p. não me deixa nem dormir, nem comer, nem beber, nem respirar. Sem falar das constantes dores de cabeças que são culpa dela. Isso é sério. &lt;br /&gt;+ 5 minutos passaram - hora de gingilone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-87648930?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/87648930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/87648930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87648930' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-87589530</id><published>2003-01-17T11:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-17T11:41:28.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Queria tirar fotos legais.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de uma webcam.&lt;br /&gt;De quebra um drive que funcione......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que vou juntar economias e arrumar uma com urgência.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-87589530?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/87589530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/87589530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87589530' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-87419716</id><published>2003-01-14T12:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-14T12:09:12.290-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E eu que reclamava ter sido abandonada recebo um telefonema que durou horas...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como é bom se sentir amada pelos amigos!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-87419716?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/87419716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/87419716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87419716' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-87312820</id><published>2003-01-12T15:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-12T15:41:12.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E Lucas vê uma barraquinha de sorvete ambulante na pracinha enquanto voltávamos pra casa.&lt;br /&gt;Tinha escrito com letras grandes e redondas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;JESUS VEM!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele, indignado com aquele absurdo, fala com sotaque carioca:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;O quê!? Quer dizer que Jesus desce e vem aqui tomar um sorvetinho?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu &lt;i&gt;A-DO-RO&lt;/i&gt; o meu priminho!! É a criança mais perfeita do mundo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ele contou hoje a piada do ventilador.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-87312820?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/87312820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/87312820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87312820' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-87312588</id><published>2003-01-12T15:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-12T15:32:00.023-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>É, também acho.... foi uma pena mesmo......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-87312588?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/87312588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/87312588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87312588' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-87312522</id><published>2003-01-12T15:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-12T15:30:00.833-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sol praia água mar piscina verão protetor solar bolsa fashion e vermelha do japão biquini novo bronzeador agulhinha creme da tia carla barco coroa do avião peixe frito cloro olhos vermelhos lucas nadandando feito peixinho beijo debaixo d'água guerra de areia barriga fofa com miguelito dentro tio véio rindo com saudade no telefone sorvete de chocolate da maga ir pra missa faltar festa (desculpa bb) saudade do meu namorado saudade do meu tioso.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adoro ler coisas sem vírgulas.....  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-87312522?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/87312522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/87312522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87312522' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-87021523</id><published>2003-01-06T17:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-06T17:35:31.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.paramountclassics.com/girlonthebridge/images/collage.gif" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe a sensação de não querer ver o resto filme para não estragar?&lt;br /&gt;Estou com essa o tempo todo agora.&lt;br /&gt;Teimando pra não ver como termina...&lt;br /&gt;Queria que o tempo parasse &lt;br /&gt;é melhor pra mim me esquecer de lado um pouco&lt;br /&gt;e depois reclamar que tudo passou e eu fiquei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patético.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps.: Esse post não tem nada haver com nada. E o filme foi um pretexto pra eu poder falar. &lt;a href="http://www.paramountclassics.com/GirlOnTheBridge/"&gt;+ mais aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-87021523?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/87021523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/87021523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#87021523' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-87020625</id><published>2003-01-06T17:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-06T17:08:02.216-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"(...) Sempre que distraidamente via seu nome escrito lembrava-se de seu apelido na escola primária: Margarida Flores de Enterro. Por que alguém não se lembrava de apelidá-la de Margarida Flores do Jardim? É que as coisas simplesmente não eram do seu lado. Pensou uma bobagem: até a sua pequena cara era de lado. Em esquina. Nem pensava se era bonita ou feia. Ela era óbvia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois não tinha problemas de dinheiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois havia o telefone. Telefonaria para alguém? Mas sempre que telefonava tinha a impressão nítida de que estava sendo importuna. Por exemplo, interrompendo um abraço sexual. Ou então era importuna por falta de assunto. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se alguém lhe telefonasse? Iria ter que conter o trêmulo da voz alegre por alguém enfim chamá-la. Supôs o seguinte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Trim-trim-trim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alô? Sim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- É Margarida Flores de Jardim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diante da voz masculina tão macia, responderia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Margarida Flores de Bosques Floridos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a cantante voz a convidaria para tomarem chá de tarde na Confeitaria Colombo. Lembrou-se a tempo que hoje em dia um homem não convidava para tomar chá com torradas e sim para um drinque. O que já complicaria as coisas: para um drinque se deveria ir na certa vestida de modo mais audacioso, mais misterioso, mais pessoal, mais... Ela não era muito pessoal. E que incomodava um pouco, não muito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;E, além do mais, o telefone não tocou.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-87020625?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/87020625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/87020625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#87020625' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-87019046</id><published>2003-01-06T16:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-06T16:30:26.263-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad ... esqueci de fingir que não ligo ... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-87019046?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/87019046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/87019046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#87019046' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-86968962</id><published>2003-01-05T15:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-05T15:50:08.250-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.iwh.hpg.com.br/sorry.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'll be right back!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-86968962?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/86968962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/86968962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#86968962' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-86968884</id><published>2003-01-05T15:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-01-05T15:49:47.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"I'm frozen.&lt;br /&gt;You're dead,&lt;br /&gt;and I love you..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-86968884?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/86968884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/86968884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#86968884' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-86747923</id><published>2002-12-31T11:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-31T11:29:58.506-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pra onde vocês vão sair hoje!?&lt;br /&gt;Fim de ano e eu não tenho a mínima idéia do que diabos eu vou fazer!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se eu fizer....... &lt;i&gt;PRECISO DE UM CONVITE URGENTE!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito agradecida de antemão....:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-86747923?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/86747923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/86747923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2002_12_29_archive.html#86747923' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-86747758</id><published>2002-12-31T11:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-31T11:23:24.890-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://jaoii.lunarpages.com/mj.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque ela é linda demaaaaaais!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-86747758?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/86747758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/86747758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2002_12_29_archive.html#86747758' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-86623211</id><published>2002-12-28T10:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-28T10:11:23.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pra não haver mais confusão, meu e-mail novo é&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:i_love_cat_power@hotmail.com"&gt;i_love_cat_power@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-86623211?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/86623211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/86623211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86623211' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-86622844</id><published>2002-12-28T09:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-28T09:41:06.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bem que eu tentei, mas ontem não deu preu assistir as duas torres... &lt;br /&gt;Cheguei no Tacaruna umas duas e meia pra ver se eu assistia uma sessão às cinco ou às seis... sei lá.... mas só tinha às nove e minha irmã não topou. Acabei assistindo Escrito nas Estrelas, é um romance bem bonzinho de se ver... Ah e é com o meu adorado Cusack... tom fofinhom....:D~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senhor dos Anéis infelizmente vai ter que ficar pra um outro dia, mas até que ontem foi bem legal, teve passeio no shopping, fotinha engraçada com namorado naquelas máquinas assaltantes do playstation (ficou uma mistura de meiga e cômica, só vendo) e passeio com três dos meus três cachorrinhos, Kirk, Spock e Paulinho.... [laughts]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brincadeirinha, bb!!! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obs.: Viva ao &lt;i&gt;DORFLEX&lt;/i&gt;!!! Depois de muito tempo a cabeça melhorou!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-86622844?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/86622844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/86622844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86622844' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-86586135</id><published>2002-12-27T10:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-27T10:29:32.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[da série: o inferno está cada vez mais próximo]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como isso é possível?&lt;br /&gt;Desistir de sair por causa da dor de cabeça,&lt;br /&gt;ficar morrendo em casa por causa disso,&lt;br /&gt;dormir cedo nas férias pra ver se a porra passa logo.&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;Acordar de manhã cedinho, quase de madrugada,&lt;br /&gt;e ver que ela não passou,&lt;br /&gt;Ou melhor... Ver que ela PIOROU!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tomar daqueles remédios horríveis que você chupa um comprimido azedo.&lt;br /&gt;Olhar a hora...&lt;br /&gt;e ver  que a fdp fez aniversário de um dia!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tecla &lt;i&gt;foda-se&lt;/i&gt;: &lt;b&gt;mode on&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-86586135?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/86586135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/86586135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86586135' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-86545468</id><published>2002-12-26T08:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-26T08:27:34.290-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Agradeça as coisas boas&lt;br /&gt;Entenda as coisas ruins&lt;br /&gt;Agradeça as coisas boas&lt;br /&gt;Entenda as coisas ruins&lt;br /&gt;Roubaram o seu automóvel (mal)&lt;br /&gt;Agora você vai ter que andar (bom)&lt;br /&gt;Roubaram a sua bicicreta (mal)&lt;br /&gt;Pelo menos ninguém vai te atropelar (bom)&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero cinco carros para andar só com um&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero um Macintosh para por o CD Rom&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero mortadela pala corocar no pão&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero salaminho fatiado com limão&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero um iate bem comprido lá no mar&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero uma casa com piscina&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero uma maloca bem bonita na favela&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero namorar a Maristela&lt;br /&gt;Capetão! Capetão!&lt;br /&gt;Pega Capetão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-86545468?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/86545468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/86545468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86545468' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-86522513</id><published>2002-12-25T17:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-25T17:22:27.576-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>É meio grandinho, mas vale ler... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TERMODINÂMICA DO INFERNO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pergunta feita pelo Professor Fernando, da FATEC-Faculdade de Tecnologia de São Paulo, em sua prova final do curso de maio de 1997. Este professor é conhecido por fazer perguntas do tipo "Por que os aviões voam?" em suas provas finais.&lt;br /&gt;Sua única questão na prova final de maio de 1997 foi a seguinte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"O inferno é exotérmico ou endotérmico? Justifique sua resposta com base na Lei de Boyle ou em alguma variante da mesma".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O aluno Sérgio Fonseca escreveu o seguinte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Primeiramente, postulamos que: se almas existem, então elas devem ter alguma massa. Se elas têm, então um conjunto de almas também tem massa. Então, a que taxa as almas estão se movendo para fora e a que taxa elas estão se movendo para dentro do inferno? Então podemos assumir seguramente que uma vez que uma alma entra no inferno ela nunca mais sai. Por isso não há almas saindo. Para as almas que entram no inferno, vamos dar uma olhada nas diferentes religiões que existem no mundo hoje em dia. Algumas dessas religiões pregam que se você não pertencer a elas, você vai para o inferno... Como há mais de uma religião desse tipo e as pessoas não possuem duas religiões, podemos projetar que todas as almas vão para o inferno. Com as taxas de natalidade e mortalidade do jeito que estão, podemos esperar um crescimento exponencial das almas no inferno. Agora vamos olhar a taxa de mudança de volume no inferno: A Lei de Boyle diz que para a temperatura e a pressão (no inferno) serem as mesmas, a relação entre a massa (das almas) e o volume do (inferno) deve ser constante. Existem então duas opções:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 1) Se o inferno se expandir numa taxa menor do que a taxa com que as almas entram, então a temperatura e a pressão no inferno vão aumentar até ele explodir.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 2) Se o inferno estiver se expandindo numa taxa maior do que a entrada de almas, então a temperatura e a pressão irão baixar até que o inferno se congele.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se nós aceitarmos o que a menina mais gostosa da FATEC me disse no primeiro ano: "só irei pra cama com você no dia em que o inferno congelar", e, levando-se em conta que ainda NÃO obtive sucesso na tentativa de ter relaçoes sexuais com ela, então a opção 2 não é verdadeira. Por isso, o inferno infelizmente, é exotérmico."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(O aluno foi o único que tirou 10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heuheuehuehue... fuderoso... heuheuehuehue!!! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-86522513?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/86522513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/86522513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86522513' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-86521794</id><published>2002-12-25T16:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-25T17:04:58.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Merii Kurissumassu pra vocês!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-86521794?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/86521794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/86521794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86521794' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-86521642</id><published>2002-12-25T16:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-25T17:07:25.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Fato: Não funciono sob pressão.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-86521642?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/86521642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/86521642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86521642' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-86521585</id><published>2002-12-25T16:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-25T17:07:44.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Coisas que devem ser feitas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Nunca ficar me observando quando estou comendo.&lt;br /&gt;+ Nunca ficar me observando quando estou com tinta, caneta, hidrocor e coisas do tipo.&lt;br /&gt;+ Nunca ficar me observando quando estou escovando os dentes.&lt;br /&gt;+ &lt;i&gt;NUNCA FICAR ME OBSERVANDO!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a gerência agradece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-86521585?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/86521585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/86521585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86521585' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-86521442</id><published>2002-12-25T16:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-25T16:41:28.873-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quer saber do meu Natal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem.. eu também, peguei no sono antes de qualquer outra coisa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me lembro que falei no telefone umas vinte vezes com Paulinho e uma com seu Fravius. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele veio me chamar de doida porque eu fui fazer comprinhas na véspera... hehehe, é people eu fiz. Mas assim, eu não fui pra shopping não, é claro... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui na gayleria mas estava fechada como já havia imaginado, aí acabei indo na hype e comprando duas blusas fofas da amp e uma pra dar de presente pro meu namorado. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dele eu achei muito perfeita, azul bem clarinho com uns pontinhos, vírgulas, etc fazendo um rosto em cor branca e as minhas são uma roxinha com o desenho rosa e a outra cinza com o símbolo da marca do lado direito. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando cheguei em casa já estava boa parte das coisas prontas e foi só esperar pra chegar de noite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu tio chegou e me deu uma blusa da gasoline (daquelas bem ecas!) mas mesmo assim eu fiquei calada depois perguntei se carina ia querer... hehehe... po mas eu não gosto e todo ano eu ganho uma!! :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eles não acham estranho &lt;i&gt;NUNCA&lt;/i&gt; me verem com esses presentes, não!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever...... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comi coxinha e fui dormir!!!!!! Perfeito, não!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-86521442?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/86521442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/86521442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86521442' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-86450550</id><published>2002-12-23T18:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-23T18:36:45.993-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&gt;I must be &lt;br /&gt;&gt;One of the devil's daughters &lt;br /&gt;&gt;They look at me with scorn &lt;br /&gt;&gt;I'll never hear their horn &lt;br /&gt;&gt;Sometimes it's like &lt;br /&gt;&gt;Being in chains &lt;br /&gt;&gt;Sometimes I hang my head &lt;br /&gt;&gt;In chains &lt;br /&gt;&gt;When people see me &lt;br /&gt;&gt;They scandalize my name &lt;br /&gt;&gt;I'm going down &lt;br /&gt;&gt;To the devil's daughter &lt;br /&gt;&gt;I'm gonna drown &lt;br /&gt;&gt;In that troubled water &lt;br /&gt;&gt;It's coming round my soul &lt;br /&gt;&gt;It's way beyond control &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-86450550?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/86450550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/86450550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86450550' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-86450511</id><published>2002-12-23T18:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-23T18:35:41.130-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.iwh.hpg.com.br/stupid_th.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-86450511?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/86450511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/86450511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86450511' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-86449077</id><published>2002-12-23T17:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-23T17:52:19.020-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;love list&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ brigadeiro&lt;br /&gt;+ música&lt;br /&gt;+ silêncio&lt;br /&gt;+ cat power&lt;br /&gt;+ cartola com nescau&lt;br /&gt;+ cabelo liso sem secador, chapinha ou afins&lt;br /&gt;+ chiclete sabor tutti frutti&lt;br /&gt;+ ler coisas úteis a minha saúde mental&lt;br /&gt;+ comprar roupa com &lt;a href="http://www.carolfour.blogspot.com"&gt;carol&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ margaridas que vendem na esquina do colégio&lt;br /&gt;+ animações em flash&lt;br /&gt;+ lain seres&lt;br /&gt;+ acordar e demorar a abrir os olhos&lt;br /&gt;+ bebel&lt;br /&gt;+ estalar o pescoço&lt;br /&gt;+ esperar o dia todo até ver o céu laranja e rosa anoitecendo&lt;br /&gt;+ clarice lispector&lt;br /&gt;+ meu futuro labrador preto, chamado ulisses&lt;br /&gt;+ conseguir comprar a primeira peça de roupa que provar na loja &lt;br /&gt;+ casa vazia&lt;br /&gt;+ silêncio, é eu sei que estou me repetindo....&lt;br /&gt;+ ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acho que só&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-86449077?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/86449077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/86449077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86449077' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-86431156</id><published>2002-12-23T08:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-23T08:12:52.350-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O que diabos minha &lt;a href="http://www.carolfour.blogspot.com"&gt;irmã&lt;/a&gt; anda fazendo no winamp!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depeche Mode - Christmas Island (Live 1986).mp3&lt;br /&gt;The Smashing Pumpkins - Christmastime.mp3&lt;br /&gt;Nerf Herder - i've got a boner for christmas.mp3&lt;br /&gt;Bright Eyes- blue christmas.mp3&lt;br /&gt;Christmas-Dave Matthews Band - Christmas Song.mp3&lt;br /&gt;Marvin gaye - christmas in the city.mp3&lt;br /&gt;Drugstore - Maybe At Christmas Time.mp3&lt;br /&gt;Coldplay - Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas.mp3&lt;br /&gt;Fountains of Wayne - I Want An Alien For Christmas.mp3&lt;br /&gt;Gorky's Zygotic Mynci - Christmas Eve.mp3&lt;br /&gt;Morphine - Sexy Christmas Baby Mine.mp3&lt;br /&gt;Sex Pistols - Punk Rock Christmas.mp3&lt;br /&gt;The Carpenters - I'll Be Home For Christmas.mp3&lt;br /&gt;Weezer - The Green Album - 16 - Christmas Celebration (B-side).mp3&lt;br /&gt;Bright eyes - The First Noel.mp3&lt;br /&gt;Trembling Blue Stars - Christmas &amp; Train Trips &amp; Things .mp3&lt;br /&gt;Yo La Tengo - It's Christmas Time.mp3&lt;br /&gt;R.E.M. - Christmas Time(Is Here Again).mp3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E vai entender o poder do tal espírito natalino agindo sobre as pessoas!! hahahaha lol!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-86431156?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/86431156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/86431156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86431156' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-86430835</id><published>2002-12-23T07:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-23T07:52:12.763-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Já sei o que eu vou fazer no natal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingir uma infecção intestinal e evitar a baboseira trancada no meu quarto! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-86430835?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/86430835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/86430835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86430835' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-86405984</id><published>2002-12-22T17:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-22T17:42:49.176-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Godard decidiu que queria tomar banho de piscina e assim fez. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai entender!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-86405984?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/86405984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/86405984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86405984' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-86405100</id><published>2002-12-22T17:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-22T17:15:42.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:9xzjzHgQvR4C:www.woolgathering.net/mindsi"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ &lt;a href="http://www.allmovie.com/cg/avg.dll?p=avg&amp;sql=A173763"&gt;Little Voice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje de manhã no telecine emotion eu vi eu filme muito fofinho.&lt;br /&gt;Fala de Laura (Jane Horrocks) uma garota que vive trancada no seu quarto escutando os discos antigos que seu pai havia deixado antes de morrer. &lt;br /&gt;De tanto escutá-los ela acaba aprendendo a cantar igual todas as músicas de cantoras muito famosas como Marilyn Monroe, Judy Garland e Edith Piaf. Mas a única coisa que a fazia cantar era porque no escuro do quarto ela via seu pai e cantava para ele, o que não era entendido pelo atual namorado da mãe Mr. Boo (Jim Broadbent) que quer transformá-la numa estrela.&lt;br /&gt;O que deixa o filme mais fofo é a presença de Billy, que é o personagem de Ewan McGregor, o rapaz que instala o telefone na casa de Laura e acaba por seu seu par romantico.&lt;br /&gt;Ewan McGragor é tudo de booooom!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-86405100?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/86405100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/86405100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86405100' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-86404704</id><published>2002-12-22T16:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-22T16:54:03.340-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E vai entender a sorte de alguns....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Meu primeiro beijo foi aos onze anos com Brad Pitt."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kirsten Dunst&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-86404704?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/86404704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/86404704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86404704' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-86368671</id><published>2002-12-21T16:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-21T16:22:33.316-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://image.allmusic.com/00/adg/cov150/DRT100/T125/t12544mznie.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swordfish....... porque hoje eu assisti!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-86368671?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/86368671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/86368671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86368671' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-86363080</id><published>2002-12-21T13:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-21T13:16:16.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah, saco...... Carol é ladra de idéias... fez um blog fofo da Lain e rouba meu contador preciso arrumar outro.... hahaha talvez com tema natalino! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; "Adoro o Natal!!!" &lt;/i&gt; hehehehe essa frase não é minha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-86363080?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/86363080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/86363080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86363080' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-86363002</id><published>2002-12-21T13:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-21T13:11:58.816-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pois é, Godard voltou pra cá... Luquinhas e tia Carla foram pro Japão se encontrar com tio Lerme e ficaram com pena de deixá-lo no hotelzinho... Ontem mesmo ele chegou com a Maga que ficou com raiva de Lucas que só chorou porque o cachorrinho estava indo embora, não por causa dela. hehehe. bixinha. Ah ela voltou e nào encontrou a minha tinta perfeita rosinha que eu ia botar no cabelo. Mas tudo bem eu vou me virar com as que tem por aqui mesmo ou vou tentar comprar pela internet. Mas ia ficar tão bonitinha pro natal........&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Falando em natal... Eu, mainha, Cari e Paulinho vamos pra Natal no dia 26 desse mês, pra ficar na casa de praia dos meus avós lá em Camurupim beach.... Mas outra saga por água... hehehe, é meio em falta isso por lá e tal.   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-86363002?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/86363002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/86363002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86363002' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-86362709</id><published>2002-12-21T13:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-21T13:03:47.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[M.A.R.A.V.I.L.H.O.S.O.S]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ganhei:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B0000036WC.01.THUMBZZZ.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00004NHDY.01.THUMBZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu estou realmente fissurada em cat power!!! Espero que seu fravius se lembre do meu pedido, muito do oferecido, de gravar o mais novo que ele baixou... hehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-86362709?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/86362709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/86362709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86362709' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-86362618</id><published>2002-12-21T12:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-21T12:57:56.783-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Esse povo não entende..... Eu só estava esperando minhas provas acabarem para poder voltar..... pois é, acabaram!!! Amém, diga-se de passagem!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-86362618?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/86362618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/86362618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86362618' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-86229008</id><published>2002-12-18T15:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-18T15:24:40.946-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Já que você não atualiza esse blog, passei aqui para dar um alô.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alô!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Paulinho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-86229008?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/86229008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/86229008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86229008' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-85912686</id><published>2002-12-12T18:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-12T18:36:17.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[porque eu fiz por merecer...]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sabia como eram as aulas de recuperação até essa semana. &lt;br /&gt;E acho que não tenho muitas coisas boas para falar sobre elas, nunca queria ter tido o gostinho de conhecê-las... Mas &lt;i&gt;"A gente colhe o que se planta..."&lt;/i&gt; (que clichê podre......).&lt;br /&gt;Parece aula pra retardado... mongóis... o que eu tenho certeza que não sou!&lt;br /&gt;Não acredito que consegui tirar notas baixas naquele assuntinho besta de primeiro semestre (em comparação com o do segundo, claro... não estou querendo diminuir nada.... principalmente porque não fiz provas ainda).&lt;br /&gt;É porque às vezes bate uma coisa em mim que eu só consigo ficar parada pra tudo... Admito que errei....&lt;br /&gt;E quanto aos meus amigos, que eram vistos com preconceito desde os alunos aos professores (alguns) porque repetiram no ano passado, eu só agradeço por terem aberto os meus olhos e me feito estudar. &lt;br /&gt;Dá vontade de bater quando alguém (leia-se minha mãe) fala que eu só me junto com o que não presta. Ela de vida não entende nada, principalmente querendo me convencer que viver pro sonhozinho dela de filha bem-sucedida é minha única obrigação... foda-se viver pros outros.&lt;br /&gt;Só que eu estou com muita raiva da minha burrice de não ter estudado o suficiente, que eu deveria ter estudado mesmo se meu mundo estivesse caindo (H!).... Eu só queria que ela entendesse isso. &lt;br /&gt;Hoje quase chorei pensando nas minhas besteiras........ espero que isso acabe logo.... e acabe bem!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-85912686?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/85912686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/85912686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85912686' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-85911954</id><published>2002-12-12T18:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-12T18:17:01.650-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Porque eu adoro essa mulher...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sccs.swarthmore.edu/org/phoenix/2000/2000-03-30/images/marshall.jpg" width="190" height="290" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... E amo essa foto!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-85911954?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/85911954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/85911954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85911954' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-85911754</id><published>2002-12-12T18:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-12T18:11:43.630-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Isso é normal!? Finalmente eu consigo dormir depois do almoço (2 hs... yeasss!!) e estou com sono até agora, parecendo um zumbi andando pela casa............. é foda!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-85911754?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/85911754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/85911754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85911754' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-85911644</id><published>2002-12-12T18:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-12T18:09:16.596-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[pro tio mais coruja do oriente]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu tio, mais fofo do mundo, está no Japão (é... é verdade mesmo!!) a trabalho e aproveitou pra dar uma passadinha aqui no meu blog... e nem comentou... :(&lt;br /&gt;Carol veio me contar uma coisa que aconteceu com ele quando estava no cinema e decidiu comprar pipoca.&lt;br /&gt;O detalhe é que ele não fala uma só palavra em japonês... hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;Foi um negócio bem engraçado que ele acabou "assistindo" um filme de terror lá e o cara da pipoca depois de muito trabalho colocou dois potes de pipoca pro meu tio escolher entre doce e salgada.... &lt;br /&gt;Estranho eles não terem se desenrolado no inglês...... pensava que todos os pipoqueiros do oriente eram bilingues... que pena.... lol :)&lt;br /&gt;Pois é... espero que ele entre mais alguma vez por aqui....... se vc estiver lendo, tio! Um beijão da sobrinha que te mostra o café da manhã... amo você!!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-85911644?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/85911644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/85911644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85911644' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-85809654</id><published>2002-12-10T21:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-10T21:34:59.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[meu pai strikes again]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei o que foi que houve!!!&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro meu pai tenta se responsabilizar pelos meus "problemas"no colégio.&lt;br /&gt;Depois entende tudo errado (ou foi mal informado, não sei dizer) e me culpa por isso!&lt;br /&gt;Sem falar que a grande prejudicada, fora o fato de ter levado esporro, fui eu! &lt;br /&gt;Pois eu quem perdi as aulas.... Vai entender!?&lt;br /&gt;E pra variar um pouco tentam me proibir de ver meu namorado pra me obrigar a botar a cabeça no lugar.... &lt;br /&gt;Segundo eles eu não tenho os parafusos certos (!!!) mas quem disse que o que eles estão fazendo funciona?&lt;br /&gt;Não está fazendo efeito algum.... só me deixando com mais raiva deles......... os que se "acham" melhores pais do mundo!&lt;br /&gt;É &lt;i&gt;RI-DÍ-CU-LO!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-85809654?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/85809654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/85809654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85809654' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-85809172</id><published>2002-12-10T21:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-10T21:22:27.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+ Robert Altman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://image.allmusic.com/00/avg/cov120/DRV200/V201/v20113rvuuv.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;i&gt;A wedding&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Spike Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://image.allmusic.com/00/adg/cov150/DRT000/T055/t05558v7npn.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;i&gt;Summer of Sam&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Pedro Almódovar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://image.allmusic.com/00/avg/cov120/DRV100/V115/v11559iiunq.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;i&gt;Matador&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-85809172?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/85809172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/85809172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85809172' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-85721940</id><published>2002-12-09T08:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-09T08:21:48.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[simpsons no brasil]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvido falar todo mundo ouviu, mas vocês viram o epsódio &lt;i&gt;"Simpsons in Brazil"&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Foi bem mais tosco do que qualquer e-mail retratou.&lt;br /&gt;Foi incrível ver o esteriótipo que nós, os brasileiros, temos lá fora.&lt;br /&gt;Tá... todo mundo sabe que não somos muito bem vistos pelo resto do mundo e também o porquê sem precisar de ajuda de nenhum livro de geografia, mas o que eu vi foi &lt;i&gt;MUITO RIDÍCULO!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durante o intervalo apareceu um aviso da fox que, provavelmente temendo ser processada, falava que a base do programa é a diversão no exagero, só que haviam coisas muito mais absurdas do que exageradas. Como por exemplo pegar uma fila de conga (???) para se locomover no Rio ou no restaurante ser atentido por um garçom com roupa de toreador. Agora me digam... o que disso aí existe no Brasil? Não teve muito haver com exagero ou não, né?&lt;br /&gt;Também existiram coisas que tinham lá seus motivos, como aquela parte em que o Bart está assistindo a programas infantis... Bem, que eu saiba, existem muitos prgramas baixarias sim, isso não vou questionar, porque eu não tenho nenhum argumento ou a mínima vontade de defender a televisão brasileira ou ao menos "os canais" (leia-se globo, sbt...) que infelizmente são a maioria. Mas nenhum programa infantil brasileiro tem uma mulher com roupa de samba ensinando a girar cordões amarrados nos mamilos... hehehehe, ao menos espero que não tenha (brincadeira). &lt;br /&gt;O que realmente dava raiva era que o tempo todo se falava em promiscuidade e carnaval, como se só fosse isso que existisse aqui!!! Sem falar que não demorava muito entre uma piadinha sem graça e outra... qual é? Falaram até que a cor do nosso dinheiro é gay (provavelmente notas de 10 e 100 rais).... pra qualquer outra pessoa poderia ser engraçado mas eu preferi assumir as dores do país (ai, H!) e achar aquele episódio a coisa mais sem graça que eles podiam ter feito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que vocês acham?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Algumas fotos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.connectbrazil.com/eletter/listener/simprio.jpg" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.connectbrazil.com/eletter/listener/simprio.jpg" width="90" height="80" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.lospirata.com.br/lospipics/Simpsons/cobra.jpg" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.lospirata.com.br/lospipics/Simpsons/cobra.jpg" width="100" height="80" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bigbrother.blig.ig.com.br/imagens/simp1.jpg" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bigbrother.blig.ig.com.br/imagens/simp1.jpg" width="100" height="80" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.lospirata.com.br/lospipics/Simpsons/ronaldo.jpg" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.lospirata.com.br/lospipics/Simpsons/ronaldo.jpg" width="110" height="80" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.lospirata.com.br/lospipics/Simpsons/taxista.jpg" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.lospirata.com.br/lospipics/Simpsons/taxista.jpg" width="110" height="80" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.sol.no/multimedia/archive/01832/Simpsons__-_Unnsky_1832258a.jpg" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sol.no/multimedia/archive/01832/Simpsons__-_Unnsky_1832258a.jpg" width="90" height="75" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-85721940?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/85721940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/85721940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85721940' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-85720745</id><published>2002-12-09T07:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-09T07:16:47.916-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoje o meu amor vem ver o listão da upe aqui em casa. Vem direto da fir, onde ele está fazendo a segunda fase da ufpe, para almoçar aqui e passar a tarde todinha comigo com bons resultados, assim espero. Eu sei que ele é &lt;i&gt;MUITO&lt;/i&gt; capaz. Um beijo pra você meu bb!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-85720745?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/85720745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/85720745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85720745' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-85649887</id><published>2002-12-07T17:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-07T17:23:53.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[and the oscar goes to...]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ivyhell.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ivyfromhell.blogger.com.br/ivylovyourblog.jpg" alt=":: Ivy's Blog ::" width="70" height="110" border="0" align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha povo!!! Eu ganhei este prêmio da Ivna! :P&lt;br /&gt;Valeu menina!!! Obrigada....... e beijos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ o que aconteceu com meu script do mIRC!????? Carol!?!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-85649887?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/85649887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/85649887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85649887' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-85649705</id><published>2002-12-07T17:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-07T17:13:35.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[será que existe vida em marte?]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Será que existe vida em Marte?&lt;br /&gt;Janelas de hotéis&lt;br /&gt;Garagens vazias&lt;br /&gt;Fronteiras&lt;br /&gt;Granadas&lt;br /&gt;Lençóis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E existem muitos formatos&lt;br /&gt;Que só têm verniz e não tem invenção&lt;br /&gt;E tudo aquilo contra o que sempre lutam &lt;br /&gt;É exatamente tudo aquilo que eles são&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcianos invadem a Terra&lt;br /&gt;Estão inflando meu ego com ar.&lt;br /&gt;E quando acho que estou quase chegando&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que dobrar mais uma esquina&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo se eu tiver a minha liberdade&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho tanto tempo assim&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo se eu tiver a minha liberdade:&lt;br /&gt;"Será que existe vida em Marte?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;i&gt;Marcianos invadem a Terra - Renato Russo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-85649705?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/85649705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/85649705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85649705' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-85635382</id><published>2002-12-07T08:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-07T08:28:10.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[porque meu namorado é o melhor :P]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.milinhaw.hpg.com.br/cd.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eletric soft parade - white stripes - gorky's zygotic mynci - the wannadies - ash - belle and sebastian - nerf herder - foo fighters - travis - weezer - garbage - muse - the soggy buttom boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que vou fazer um pra ele também....:)&lt;br /&gt;Mas acho que vou fazer com as musiquinhas que gosto, senão iria ser um cd só com weezer. hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomara que ele goste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-85635382?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/85635382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/85635382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85635382' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-85609368</id><published>2002-12-06T18:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-06T18:13:52.270-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[e o cachorrinho já vai embora]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ ir dormir só depois de ir ver se as fofurinhas já estavam dormindo. &lt;br /&gt;+ deitar na cama, ouvir o chorinho deles e desistir de dormir até que eles se acalmem. &lt;br /&gt;+ dormir tarde por causa disso.&lt;br /&gt;+ levantar logo que abrir os olhos só pra ver o que eles estão fazendo.&lt;br /&gt;+ colocar ração e leitinho &lt;br /&gt;+ brincar com eles a manhã toda&lt;br /&gt;+ desistir de falar ao telefone&lt;br /&gt;+ fazê-los dormir&lt;br /&gt;+ mais ração e leitinho &lt;br /&gt;+ levar ao veterinário&lt;br /&gt;+ mais.... é claro, ração e leitinho (eles comem exageradamente)&lt;br /&gt;+ pensar que amanhã um já vai me deixar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai, é foda ficar tão apegada com as coisas assim facilmente.&lt;br /&gt;E o pior que com tudo eu sou assim, não só com bichinhos fofos como o Goddard (o de Lucas) e o mais pretinho, sem nome e sem destino definido. &lt;br /&gt;Eu sou assim com coisinhas, assim como com pessoas porque geralmente esses objetos que eu sou apegada são porque me lembram alguém. Algumas vezes penso que é só me dar o mínimo de alegria possível, que eu consigo sentir um friozinho na barriga quando penso em perder. &lt;br /&gt;Ai, ai, ai... como eu quero os cachorrinhos aqui em casa pulando e mordendo o Kiko que não pára de tratá-los como seus filhinhos... sniiiiiiff! E mal faz dois dias que eles chegaram. :P  &lt;br /&gt;Espero só que eu consiga negociar com meus pais o futuro do outro sem nome ... hehehehe ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-85609368?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/85609368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/85609368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85609368' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-85570158</id><published>2002-12-05T23:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-05T23:29:31.660-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>duas notícias fofas que aconteceram ainda hoje!!!&lt;br /&gt;+ bebel está andando&lt;br /&gt;+ tem dois filhotes de spock aqui em casa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-85570158?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/85570158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/85570158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85570158' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-85540370</id><published>2002-12-05T12:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-05T12:33:18.400-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Out here in the country where stars they shine you can even take a walk by moonshine though I long to stay I've just got to go where money is made cold winds blow how I long to feel that Summer in my heart. And the days were so long and nothing could go wrong with my heart. And the days were so long and nothing could go wrong with my heart. How I long to feel that Summer in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-85540370?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/85540370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/85540370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85540370' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-85539463</id><published>2002-12-05T12:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-05T12:27:55.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://gorkys.com" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.inmusicwetrust.com/articles/images/40/r08.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poderia ser um bom presente de natal.... hein?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-85539463?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/85539463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/85539463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85539463' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-85537494</id><published>2002-12-05T11:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-05T11:47:49.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[franja que te odeio franja]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é... num é que a inteligente aqui resolveu cortar os cabelos, ou melhor fazer uma franjinha??? &lt;br /&gt;Ficou a coisa mais horripilante que já houve na história das franjas feias e mal cortadas. Eu ontem quase choro de desgosto!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;Agora vou ter que sobreviver de secá-las com secador de cabelo porque eu tenho um belíssimo &lt;i&gt;redemoinho&lt;/i&gt; no lado direito da dita cuja. Tá podreeeeeee!!! Se alguém me encontrar andando pela rua e notar a tronxura, faça-me o favor de não falar da dela. E parei de reclamar. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-85537494?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/85537494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/85537494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85537494' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-85537256</id><published>2002-12-05T11:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-05T11:16:54.340-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>não eh muito fofo esse menino?? ai, ai.. Caso siiiiiiiiim! :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-85537256?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/85537256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/85537256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85537256' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-85510727</id><published>2002-12-04T21:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-04T21:56:47.573-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tá, só pra dizer que te amo.&lt;br /&gt;Quer casar comigo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paulinho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-85510727?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/85510727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/85510727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85510727' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-85477453</id><published>2002-12-04T08:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-05T11:55:09.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[post para o que há de bom no natal]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece incrível, mas eu vou ganhar presente de natal este ano! &lt;br /&gt;Faziaum bom tempo que eu estava restrita às cartõezinhos natalinos da vovó!!!! Mas agora meus pais me prometeram um presentinho gordo de num máximo &lt;i&gt;200 REAIS&lt;/i&gt;... êêêê!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Para mim, um presente de natal assim... poutz... nunca tive tanto dinheiro assim na mão pra gastar com meus trequinhos.&lt;br /&gt;Meus instintos consumistas aguçados novamente!! hahahahaha... eu nem sei o que diabos eu vou fazer com tanto dinheiro junto... quer dizer, sei até demais eu acho:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ alguma bolsa nova&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.netquest.net/~arne/catpower/" target="_top"&gt;+ cds do cat power&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ saia envelope (preta de preferência)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amulherdopadre.com"&gt;+ blusinhas fofas da amp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oi.com.br"&gt;+ meu tão esperado celular da oi (juntando uns dinheirinhos das tias e avós, claro)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ sandálias novas que parecem com sapato de bico fino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tem mais coisa só que eu não tou lembrando.... acho que não vai dar, né?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-85477453?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/85477453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/85477453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85477453' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-85441171</id><published>2002-12-03T17:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-05T11:38:48.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[novo contador]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maravilhooooooooso!! O meu novo contador é de quem? É da Lain....:)&lt;br /&gt;E eu que pensava que não ia conseguir botar nenhum. &lt;br /&gt;Não sei se vocês perceberam, mas o contador do okcounter tá com uma frescura de &lt;/i&gt;join with charged&lt;/i&gt; que tava me tirando do sério! argh! Mas eu consegui, né?  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-85441171?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/85441171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/85441171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85441171' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-85440697</id><published>2002-12-03T16:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-05T11:40:25.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[this is my new blogchalk]&lt;/b&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.stratta.com.br/dpadua/chalk5.gif" width="35" height="30" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-85440697?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/85440697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/85440697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85440697' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3993957.post-85429310</id><published>2002-12-03T11:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2002-12-05T11:40:01.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[blog morto não ressucitado]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ expectativas pro blog&lt;br /&gt;+ trembling blue stars - i no longer know anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolvi refazê-lo, demorou um pouco mas me deu coragem para isso. &lt;br /&gt;Eu estava cansada dos posts e do template passados, e creio que estes tenham sido os motivos do &lt;i&gt;stress&lt;/i&gt; bloguístico que eu tive há algum tempo... Tá certo, mais um surto do que um stress.:)&lt;br /&gt;Foi por isso que eu resolvir começar tudo do zero... Então não é o mesmo, aquele está morto e acabado e não quero papo nem recordações.&lt;br /&gt;Realmente um blog faz falta! Me peguei escrevendo em caderno, em bloco de anotação de recados telefônicos e coisas parecidas. O que enchia o saco era que ninguém falava nada a respeito do que eu escrevia, era mesmo como se não fosse importante ou ao menos engraçado. Pronto pois essa é meio que "a volta dos que não foram" para a menina de marte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3993957-85429310?l=milinhaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/85429310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3993957/posts/default/85429310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milinhaw.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85429310' title=''/><author><name>mila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557534128029368143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
