<?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-37864300</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:40:50.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morgana Fernandes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganafernandes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37864300/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganafernandes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Morg =*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366349720304424991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/4038/anime2rx5.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37864300.post-116629017694393876</id><published>2006-12-16T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T09:29:36.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As Dolls Que eu faço pra matar o tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3989/4250/1600/536289/Kel.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3989/4250/320/437822/Kel.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3989/4250/1600/854253/james.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3989/4250/320/71835/james.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3989/4250/1600/941750/Isabelle%20Tunner.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3989/4250/320/852281/Isabelle%20Tunner.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3989/4250/1600/318028/Giulia.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3989/4250/320/530609/Giulia.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3989/4250/1600/922032/ginoca.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3989/4250/320/148639/ginoca.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3989/4250/1600/424714/gina.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3989/4250/320/636935/gina.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3989/4250/1600/751223/draco.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3989/4250/320/467744/draco.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3989/4250/1600/675939/doll.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3989/4250/320/373661/doll.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3989/4250/1600/525679/daniel.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3989/4250/320/375728/daniel.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3989/4250/1600/216754/cold.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3989/4250/320/880398/cold.gif" 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/37864300-116629017694393876?l=morganafernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganafernandes.blogspot.com/feeds/116629017694393876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37864300&amp;postID=116629017694393876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37864300/posts/default/116629017694393876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37864300/posts/default/116629017694393876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganafernandes.blogspot.com/2006/12/as-dolls-que-eu-fao-pra-matar-o-tempo.html' title='As Dolls Que eu faço pra matar o tempo'/><author><name>Morg =*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366349720304424991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/4038/anime2rx5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37864300.post-116594072914158305</id><published>2006-12-12T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T08:25:29.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piratas do Caribe</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Não negarei que amo essa saga de (até agora) dois filmes. Pessoinhas que também gostam, tenho novidades de Piratas do Caribe 3 ("Pirates of the Caribbean: At Worlds End")(Algo como: "Piratas do Caribe: O fim do mundo") deve estrear lá para o dia 25 de Maio de 2007. Aguardamos ansioso, não é mesmo?Se alguém me ensinar a colocar fotos, eu coloco fotos do filme aqui. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Keira Knightley não quer mais estar em Piratas do Caribe (Atitude muito idiota, ela nem imagina o tanto de gente que quer estar no seu lugar):"&lt;em&gt;Eu tenho interpretado essa personagem desde que tenho 17 anos. Estou com 21 agora, me interesso por coisas diferentes, mas é divertido inserir alguma rebeldia na personalidade de Elizabeth",&lt;/em&gt; diz Knightley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Orlando Bloom estaria fora das filmagens de Piratas do Caribe 4?Tudo indica que a franquia Piratas do Caribe vai além da trilogia, mas é possível que Orlando Bloom não chegue ao quarto filme.&lt;br /&gt;Calma: o personagem Will Turner não vai morrer - por enquanto. Um informante dos estúdios Disney disse ao tablóide britânico Daily Star que um roteiro para Piratas do Caribe 4 já está sendo escrito. E limar Bloom seria uma das maneiras de diminuir o inflacionado orçamento da série.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bem, por enquanto, de coisas interessantes, só tenho isso=/. Mas, não se preocupem! Quando tiver mais informações, aviso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37864300-116594072914158305?l=morganafernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganafernandes.blogspot.com/feeds/116594072914158305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37864300&amp;postID=116594072914158305' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37864300/posts/default/116594072914158305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37864300/posts/default/116594072914158305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganafernandes.blogspot.com/2006/12/piratas-do-caribe.html' title='Piratas do Caribe'/><author><name>Morg =*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366349720304424991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/4038/anime2rx5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37864300.post-116584135212116379</id><published>2006-12-11T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T04:49:12.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Limpeza de Pele (ou "Hipopotamos de Tênis")</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sabádo passado, eu fui fazer limpeza de pele. O maior tempão naquela tortura, a mulher foi para o meu nariz. Como o nariz é a parte que mais dói ao espremer cravos, fiquei com medo e disse que ela tinha 5 minutos para o nariz. Ela riu e disse que tudo bem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Para o tempo não passar do limite, eu comecei a contar de um modo infalivel: "Um, hipopotamo, dois, hipopotamo, tres, hipopotamo, quatro, hipopotamo, cinco, hipopotamo...". Só que toda vez que eu falava(pensava) "hipopotamo", um hipopotamo estilo de desenho animado, aparecia se balançando de um lado para o outro, dançando. Ele estava com um tênis da Nike e oculos escuros. Isso me fez pensar sobre hipopotamos e a mulher ficou 10 minutos e eu nem percebi. Agora, toda vez que eu for fazer qualquer coisa dolorosa, contarei hipopotamos, para vários hipopotamos aparecerem dançando na minha cabeça e eu não sentir dor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Para vocês verem como os hipopotamos são importantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;P.S.:Eu escrevi a palavra "hipopotamo" onze vezes aqui. Doze com essa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37864300-116584135212116379?l=morganafernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganafernandes.blogspot.com/feeds/116584135212116379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37864300&amp;postID=116584135212116379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37864300/posts/default/116584135212116379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37864300/posts/default/116584135212116379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganafernandes.blogspot.com/2006/12/limpeza-de-pele-ou-hipopotamos-de-tnis.html' title='A Limpeza de Pele (ou &quot;Hipopotamos de Tênis&quot;)'/><author><name>Morg =*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366349720304424991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/4038/anime2rx5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37864300.post-116569375772354723</id><published>2006-12-09T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T11:49:17.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clássicos da Disney</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ontem eu fui dormir na casa da minha madrinha(mais já é história para ooooooooooutro post), e nós assistimos a&lt;em&gt;  A Pequena Sereia &lt;/em&gt;o meu filme favorito dos Clássicos da Disney. Bom, isso me deu hoje de manhã uma vontade incrivel de ver filmes Clássicos da Disney. Vou colocar meus filmes preferidos da Disney(sem ser os Clássicos da Disney).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1º- &lt;em&gt;Irmão Urso &lt;/em&gt;e &lt;em&gt;Irmão Urso II-Febre de Primavera&lt;/em&gt; = Não estou nem aí para quem rir de mim. Eu simplesmente amo esse filme. A história da primeiro é melhor se contada pelos alces(quem tiver em DVD, vai em "bônus" e tem lá narrada pelos alces) e o segundo, tem musicas tão lindas!Nota:10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2º-&lt;em&gt;High School Musical&lt;/em&gt; = Musicas legais, história legal, personagens legais!!! Só não ganha 10 por causa que sei lá, parece faltar emoção...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3º-&lt;em&gt;A Pequena Sereia &lt;/em&gt;= Tá, sem comentários, muito bom esse filme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Gente me deu uma dor de cabeça, depois termino isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37864300-116569375772354723?l=morganafernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganafernandes.blogspot.com/feeds/116569375772354723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37864300&amp;postID=116569375772354723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37864300/posts/default/116569375772354723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37864300/posts/default/116569375772354723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganafernandes.blogspot.com/2006/12/clssicos-da-disney.html' title='Clássicos da Disney'/><author><name>Morg =*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366349720304424991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/4038/anime2rx5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37864300.post-116523746706570763</id><published>2006-12-04T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T05:09:30.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>De Volta eu Vou</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Para os que rirram da musiquinha de Irmão Urso II que eu coloquei:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Na Verdade tudo acaba por mudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;O que eu sinto agora não podia imaginar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;O meu coração sabia e me revelou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mostrando novas emoções meu mundo transformou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;São tantas coisas perdidas nas estradas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mas esse tempo já passou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(refrão)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Agora eu sei, há muito o que aprender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nós temos que viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sem medo de perder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Agora eu sei, há muito o que sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Se o coração pedir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A parte de mim esquecida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me chama de volta e eu vou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Vou... 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Contigo eu vou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me chama de volta e eu vou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(fim do refrão)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mais do que amigos nós seremos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E sempre unidos ficaremos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Você me mostrou a luz que devo seguir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me chama de volta e eu vou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(refrão)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Agora eu sei, há muito o que aprender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nós temos que viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sem medo de perder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Agora eu sei, há muito o que sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Se o coração pedir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A parte de mim esquecida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me chama de volta e eu vou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Vou... Vou... Contigo eu vou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me chama de volta e eu vou..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Só quero ver vocês rirem agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37864300-116523746706570763?l=morganafernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganafernandes.blogspot.com/feeds/116523746706570763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37864300&amp;postID=116523746706570763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37864300/posts/default/116523746706570763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37864300/posts/default/116523746706570763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganafernandes.blogspot.com/2006/12/de-volta-eu-vou.html' title='De Volta eu Vou'/><author><name>Morg =*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366349720304424991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/4038/anime2rx5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37864300.post-116515658737139163</id><published>2006-12-03T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T06:36:27.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre a,suposta, anorexia do meu pai e  um recdinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tá, eu não ia postar mais hoje, mas meu papi pediu para fazer esse pequeno comentario sobre a anorexia/bulimia dele. Isso pode parecer que eu sou uma pessoa complexa e totalmente sem-noção, joselita e coisas assim. Só porque esse blog são coisas do dia-a-dia, entendem?DIA-A-DIA! Isso acontece e eu coloco. Bem, é simples. Ele se olha no espelho e...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;PAI:Estou gordo demais. Vou parar de comer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mas, ao invés disso, ele fala:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;PAI:Estou magro demais. Vou comer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Minha mãe diz que a bulimia dele é colocar comida pra dentro. Isso foi a parte-comedia. Pra não falarem que eu sou sem-noção, aí vai:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Se alguém com bulimia/anorexia estiver lendo, pelo amor de Deus, você deve ser magerrimo(a). Não, não está gordo e não me venha com papo de "você nem sabe como eu sou! Se você visse essa gordura toda e..." você viu a reportagem com aquela modelo que morreu? Você viu a magreza da criatura? Você pode estar desse jeito e nem se dar conta. Assuma logo que tem anorexia/bulimia e vá fazer terapia, o mais rapido possivel, entes que não tenha mais jeito e você morra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37864300-116515658737139163?l=morganafernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganafernandes.blogspot.com/feeds/116515658737139163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37864300&amp;postID=116515658737139163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37864300/posts/default/116515658737139163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37864300/posts/default/116515658737139163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganafernandes.blogspot.com/2006/12/sobre-asuposta-anorexia-do-meu-pai-e.html' title='Sobre a,suposta, anorexia do meu pai e  um recdinho'/><author><name>Morg =*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366349720304424991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/4038/anime2rx5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37864300.post-116514962666265666</id><published>2006-12-03T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T04:40:26.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sindrome da Insonia-Pos-Montação-Da-Árvore-Natalina</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ontem, montei a Árvore Natalina(popularmente conhecida como "Árvode de Natal"), ela ficou fófis, com muitas bolas(azuis e vermelhas. Eu e minha mãe fomos comprar a gente pensava que NÃO tinha bolas azuis e vermelhas, mas, SÓ tinham bolas azuis e vermelhas. Acabou que a árvore é semi-tricolor)(bleargh)e... Sabia. Sabi que escrever uma coisa tão grande nos parenteses ia me fazer esquecer. Bem, para lembrar/ter uma ideia, faça como o Pooh(é Pooh que se escreve E é Pooh que se fala. NINGUÉM tem o direito de chama-lo de Puf. Eu só quero saber de onde sai esse "f" de quem o chama de Puf)Bem, faça como o Pooh: "Pensa, pensa, pensa, pensa, pensa*batendo a mão na testa*". AHÁ! Lembrei. Para as pessoas que diem que isso é coisa de doido:Eu não sou uma das pessoas mais normais do mundo. Bem, depois de montar a Árvore que:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1-Estava guarda a mais ou menos 337 dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2-Estava empoeirada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;3-Tinha caixas de enfeitinhos TAMBÉM empoeiradas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;4-Vale avisar: Eu sou alergica a poeira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Bem, o intem 4 mostrou que eu sou alergica e, por isso, meu nariz ficou o dia todo entopido. A noite, é bem dificil de se dormir com nariz entopido. Então eu fiquei até 00:00 acordada, quando minha mãe abriu a porta e me viu acordada(dã).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;MÃE:Tá acordada ainda?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;EU:Não tô conseguindo dormir. Meu nariz tá entopido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;MÃE(entra no quarto/sai do quarto):Toma o Sorine(pra quem não sabe:Ré medio de Nariz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;EU:Tá(coloco o sorine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Dormi 20minutos depois.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Acordei as 04:55(sim, eu tenho um relogio do lado da cama.Mentira, eu tenho um celular). Liguei a TV, coloquei no Cartoon Network, onde passava uma porcaria qualquer. Mais ou menos 10minutos depois, meu pai saiu do quarto e começou a se arrumar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;EU:Vai sair, pai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;PAI:Vou ao supermercado. Você não está conseguindo dormir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;EU:Não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;PAI:Venha dormir com a sua mãe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Levantei angelicalmente e me aninhei no colo da minha mãe e dormi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Só que eu nunca tenho insonia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Culpa da Árvore Natalina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mas ela tá fofa e eu vou tirar com três dias de antecedencia e deixa-la no Sol antes de montar próximo ano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37864300-116514962666265666?l=morganafernandes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morganafernandes.blogspot.com/feeds/116514962666265666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37864300&amp;postID=116514962666265666' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37864300/posts/default/116514962666265666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37864300/posts/default/116514962666265666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morganafernandes.blogspot.com/2006/12/sindrome-da-insonia-pos-montao-da.html' title='Sindrome da Insonia-Pos-Montação-Da-Árvore-Natalina'/><author><name>Morg =*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18366349720304424991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/4038/anime2rx5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
