<?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-1054728888516865050</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:26:38.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once I wanted to be the greatest...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Flipt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186410070547659586</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>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-5837093721260903900</id><published>2009-11-09T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T10:36:51.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;For the Good Life is out there somewhere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So stay on my arm, you little charmer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I know my luck too well&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, I know my luck too well&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'll probably never see you again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enquanto cat power tem a capacidade de "musicalizar" meus sentimentos esquisitos, o morrissey tem a sensacional habilidade de "musicalizar" meus problemas, além de conseguir coloca-los em palavras de maneira simples e direta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone feels like everyone else, just not at the same time, não é o que dizem por ai?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-5837093721260903900?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/5837093721260903900/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-3671363892177161068</id><published>2009-10-27T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T09:03:12.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The first cut won't hurt at all&lt;br /&gt;The second only makes you wonder&lt;br /&gt;The third will have you on your knees&lt;br /&gt;You start bleeding I start screaming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-3671363892177161068?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/3671363892177161068/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-4137198612636511831</id><published>2009-09-19T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T13:02:06.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- Você está cheirando a coca!&lt;br /&gt;- Oi?&lt;br /&gt;- Você. Está cheirando a coca!&lt;br /&gt;- Coca-cola?&lt;br /&gt;- Não, cocaína.&lt;br /&gt;- Oi? Comassim, cocaína?&lt;br /&gt;- É. Você está cheirando. Você cheirou? Você cheira cocaína?&lt;br /&gt;- hm, não. e vc, cheira?&lt;br /&gt;- ah não, tenho ums amigos que cheiram e tals...&lt;br /&gt;- okay okay...&lt;br /&gt;- Meu nome é Rafael, e o seu?&lt;br /&gt;- Felipe...&lt;br /&gt;- Prazer! Então, vc está sozinho?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei que tipo de pessoa é capaz de achar que um approaching desses é o ideal, mas posso dizer que super sinto saudade do "Oi, vc tem fogo?".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-4137198612636511831?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/4137198612636511831/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=4137198612636511831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/4137198612636511831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/4137198612636511831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/2009/09/voce-esta-cheirando-coca-oi-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>Flipt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186410070547659586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-6724866853946375823</id><published>2009-09-16T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T07:50:32.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>e a palavra é... INCOMODADO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;motivo? hm... who knows?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fácil ser eu, viu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-6724866853946375823?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/6724866853946375823/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=6724866853946375823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/6724866853946375823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/6724866853946375823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/2009/09/e-palavra-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Flipt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186410070547659586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-376604957045537749</id><published>2009-09-09T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T13:26:09.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não sirvo para convívio social em grupos de muitas pessoas (e suspeito que nem de poucas pessoas).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: poderia postar isso no twitter, mas né? tanto tempo sem postar aqui...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-376604957045537749?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/376604957045537749/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=376604957045537749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/376604957045537749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/376604957045537749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/2009/09/nao-sirvo-para-convivio-social-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Flipt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186410070547659586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-1727537226750593720</id><published>2009-09-02T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T11:56:24.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Once I wanted to be the greatest&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No wind or waterfall could stall me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then came the rush of the flood&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stars of night turned deep to dust&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-1727537226750593720?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/1727537226750593720/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=1727537226750593720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/1727537226750593720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/1727537226750593720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/2009/09/once-i-wanted-to-be-greatest-no-wind-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Flipt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186410070547659586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-3268663634273003895</id><published>2009-08-18T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T09:32:10.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- Shampoo de Camomila?! Porque você usa isso?&lt;br /&gt;- hm...eu gosto do cheiro...&lt;br /&gt;- VOCÊ? comassim?! não era você quem estava reclamando ontem dizendo que o Corcovado era legal e tals, so o que atrapalhava era esse "cheiro de planta" ?!&lt;br /&gt;- ah, camomila é diferente...&lt;br /&gt;- é nada, tem cheiro de planta do mesmo jeito.&lt;br /&gt;- tá! eu uso porque tenho esperança do meu cabelo clarear! ele era mais claro quando eu era mais novo e tenho esperanças até hoje dele voltar a ser mais claro! acho que ia ficar bem assim...&lt;br /&gt;- eu hein...vc é meio doido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-3268663634273003895?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/3268663634273003895/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=3268663634273003895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/3268663634273003895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/3268663634273003895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/2009/08/shampoo-de-camomila-porque-voce-usa.html' title=''/><author><name>Flipt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186410070547659586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-7454107812251990250</id><published>2009-07-31T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T13:28:25.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passive Agressive: Definição</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ3xc5IoyF0/SnNTPR9Ef6I/AAAAAAAAAKo/CCjRIZJe0t0/s1600-h/work.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364723103111085986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ3xc5IoyF0/SnNTPR9Ef6I/AAAAAAAAAKo/CCjRIZJe0t0/s320/work.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ3xc5IoyF0/SnNQpvhdUNI/AAAAAAAAAKg/hebiOkQoyz8/s1600-h/soda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364720259190051026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ3xc5IoyF0/SnNQpvhdUNI/AAAAAAAAAKg/hebiOkQoyz8/s320/soda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ3xc5IoyF0/SnNQpa-x36I/AAAAAAAAAKY/bn38S7U4omw/s1600-h/necessary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364720253675888546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ3xc5IoyF0/SnNQpa-x36I/AAAAAAAAAKY/bn38S7U4omw/s320/necessary.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ3xc5IoyF0/SnNQpMdIJSI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/82t_mE4bxeE/s1600-h/coca+zero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364720249776645410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ3xc5IoyF0/SnNQpMdIJSI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/82t_mE4bxeE/s320/coca+zero.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ3xc5IoyF0/SnNQo4G0vBI/AAAAAAAAAKA/WrUCKuppYSg/s1600-h/cloth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364720244314389522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ3xc5IoyF0/SnNQo4G0vBI/AAAAAAAAAKA/WrUCKuppYSg/s320/cloth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ3xc5IoyF0/SnNQCivxsPI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/iX58uYUcSsI/s1600-h/aids.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-7454107812251990250?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/7454107812251990250/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=7454107812251990250&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/7454107812251990250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/7454107812251990250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_31.html' title='Passive Agressive: Definição'/><author><name>Flipt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186410070547659586</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ3xc5IoyF0/SnNTPR9Ef6I/AAAAAAAAAKo/CCjRIZJe0t0/s72-c/work.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-2847743647466905564</id><published>2009-07-29T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T11:26:13.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eu sou completamente descompensado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;até &lt;a href="http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-problema-de-pessoas-com-disturbios-de.html"&gt;ontem&lt;/a&gt; eu estava reclamando que a viagem de fevereiro estava chegando perto e estava ficando sem vontade de ir (por ontem, entende-se mês passado e por viagem chegando perto, entende-se 6 meses de antecedência), agora que meu amigo declinou devido a problemas pessoais, to eu aqui, todo surtadinho porque já tinha me programado para ir (veja bem, não comprei passagem, não juntei dinheiro e nem passaporte tirei) e agora não vou mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quer dizer, doido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e uma pessoa dessa ainda recebe auta da terapia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsc tsc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-2847743647466905564?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/2847743647466905564/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=2847743647466905564&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/2847743647466905564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/2847743647466905564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/2009/07/eu-sou-completamente-descompensado.html' title=''/><author><name>Flipt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186410070547659586</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-5870678594603434853</id><published>2009-07-20T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T12:46:19.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the woman left lonely</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ3xc5IoyF0/SmSG25S4HxI/AAAAAAAAAJw/YZInyUAxFAg/s1600-h/cat+power.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360557734128787218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ3xc5IoyF0/SmSG25S4HxI/AAAAAAAAAJw/YZInyUAxFAg/s320/cat+power.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Desde sábado estou tentando assimilar o show da Cat Power.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Até hoje de manhã não estava conseguindo muito bem por em palavras o que tinha sentindo durante o show e quando alguém me perguntava como tinha sido, respondia com um timido "otimo".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mas daí me dei conta que não existe outra palavra para definir o show além de surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As musicas foram otimas, o esquema de luz do palco sensacional e o publico ok mas o que achei mais tocante foi a maneira dela cantar. Timida, cantando de lado na maior parte do show, ela conseguia colocar o sentimento enquanto cantava. Então você podia muito bem não entender o que ela estava falando mas pela voz dela você sentia. E isso que era sensacional.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;De todos os shows que já fui na vida, esse foi o unico que me despertou vontade de correr para perto do palco e estender a mão para toca-la. Super favorecido pelo &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iCUpAECtB6E"&gt;momento Roberto Carlos&lt;/a&gt; do show.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Um dos melhores presentes de aniversario. Ever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ah, e ela é linda.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-5870678594603434853?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/5870678594603434853/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=5870678594603434853&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/5870678594603434853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/5870678594603434853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/2009/07/woman-left-lonely.html' title='the woman left lonely'/><author><name>Flipt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186410070547659586</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ3xc5IoyF0/SmSG25S4HxI/AAAAAAAAAJw/YZInyUAxFAg/s72-c/cat+power.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-362541369808034007</id><published>2009-07-19T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T19:11:23.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it tastes like chicken.</title><content type='html'>Não mando mais SMS com perguntas, não fico mais tenso nos momentos de adeus e falo o que quero. Minhas belas imagens ficaram para trás.&lt;br /&gt;Não espero mais que cortesia e não tento mais interpretar o que é "initerpretavel".&lt;br /&gt;Não tento achar justificativas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would be e could be não existem mais (talvez tenham virado let it be)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto da objetividade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por enquanto, não há romantizações, histórias bonitas ou casos que podem se tornar algo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existe apenas o agora, aquilo que posso tocar e ver.&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo que depende só de mim, apenas de mim, para conquistar.&lt;br /&gt;Fico na minha, penso nas coisas que quero e vou atrás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E embora possa parecer triste e solitario, nunca o amanhã  foi mais esperançoso que agora.&lt;br /&gt;A liberdade tem um gosto bom, it tastes like chicken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-362541369808034007?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/362541369808034007/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=362541369808034007&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/362541369808034007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/362541369808034007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-tastes-like-chicken.html' title='it tastes like chicken.'/><author><name>Flipt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186410070547659586</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-4112643407715168762</id><published>2009-07-16T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T10:59:22.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I've never been to reach&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's laid my head on the bed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And told me sweetly i am not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crazy like all the others said&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No he's not crazy like me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IEFiCx8FSd4"&gt;Cat Power&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-4112643407715168762?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/4112643407715168762/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=4112643407715168762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/4112643407715168762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/4112643407715168762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-never-been-to-reach-hes-laid-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Flipt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186410070547659586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-8477527615226812438</id><published>2009-07-16T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T07:47:58.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ3xc5IoyF0/Sl89OtafDTI/AAAAAAAAAJo/GVr6C5xhHIk/s1600-h/devil.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359069404512324914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ3xc5IoyF0/Sl89OtafDTI/AAAAAAAAAJo/GVr6C5xhHIk/s320/devil.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-8477527615226812438?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/8477527615226812438/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=8477527615226812438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/8477527615226812438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/8477527615226812438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Flipt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186410070547659586</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ3xc5IoyF0/Sl89OtafDTI/AAAAAAAAAJo/GVr6C5xhHIk/s72-c/devil.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-7504080406370292724</id><published>2009-07-14T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T08:22:17.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ3xc5IoyF0/Slyilril0zI/AAAAAAAAAJg/pHIIT9WH70I/s1600-h/untroubled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358336424890716978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ3xc5IoyF0/Slyilril0zI/AAAAAAAAAJg/pHIIT9WH70I/s320/untroubled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-7504080406370292724?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/7504080406370292724/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=7504080406370292724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/7504080406370292724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/7504080406370292724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Flipt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186410070547659586</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ3xc5IoyF0/Slyilril0zI/AAAAAAAAAJg/pHIIT9WH70I/s72-c/untroubled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-1915812728196032412</id><published>2009-07-01T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T09:39:00.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Em Julho, oportunidades surgirão de repente e podem ser muito boas. Oportunidades pessoais, profissionais, amorosas e existenciais começam a aparecer desde o início de julho. Se você tem clareza da direção que quer seguir, então saberá captar as chances. Mas se não tem, vai perder tempo, ficando à deriva, perdido em sonhos e suposições.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rellouuuw?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como assim "se não tem clareza"?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É obvio que não tenho clareza e não faço a mais vaga noção da direção que quero seguir!!!! Até parece que meu proprio signo não me conhece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso que não gosto de ler horoscopo e acho super razoavel beber amarula na noite de uma terça-feira.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-1915812728196032412?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/1915812728196032412/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=1915812728196032412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/1915812728196032412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/1915812728196032412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/2009/07/em-julho-oportunidades-surgirao-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Flipt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186410070547659586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-3768832298717919882</id><published>2009-06-28T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T18:45:04.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- Você já leu José Saramago?&lt;br /&gt;- Já sim, mas não gosto mt de literatura brasileira.&lt;br /&gt;- Mas ele não é brasileiro, ele é português...&lt;br /&gt;- Ah é?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-3768832298717919882?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/3768832298717919882/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=3768832298717919882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/3768832298717919882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/3768832298717919882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/2009/06/voce-ja-leu-jose-saramago-ja-sim-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>Flipt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186410070547659586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-3130482210251839646</id><published>2009-06-26T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T16:55:10.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"between grief and nothing, I'd take grief"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aparentemente, a frase acima (by William Faulkner) está &lt;strong&gt;mode on&lt;/strong&gt; no meu cerebro. porque só isso para explicar as 3 da manhã de uma sexta-feira, enquanto 5 adolescentes irritantes conversam sobre "minas" embaixo da janela do seu quarto, você entrar numa vibe completamente esquisita e questionar toda sua existência enquanto come um pacote de doritos. só isso para explicar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-3130482210251839646?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/3130482210251839646/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=3130482210251839646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/3130482210251839646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/3130482210251839646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/2009/06/between-grief-and-nothing-id-take-grief.html' title=''/><author><name>Flipt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186410070547659586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-3698574351012545050</id><published>2009-06-24T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T10:56:21.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O problema de pessoas com disturbios de personalidade como eu é que não se pode marcar nada com muita antecedência. Quanto mais perto fica da data, mais sem vontade nenhuma de fazer o combinado eu fico.&lt;br /&gt;Tipo, falta ainda meses para uma viagem marcada com um amigo, mas já estou de bode total de pegar um puta frio e morrer de hipotermia.&lt;br /&gt;isso porque nem a passagem comprei ainda, mas como me conheço muito bem vou fazer um mega drama até a viagem e provavelmente fazer com que meu amigo deseje minha morte de maneira lenta e dolorosa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-3698574351012545050?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/3698574351012545050/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=3698574351012545050&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/3698574351012545050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/3698574351012545050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-problema-de-pessoas-com-disturbios-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Flipt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186410070547659586</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-8752813854746568332</id><published>2009-06-24T06:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T06:07:54.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sou o tipo de pessoa que me aborreço muito com algo simples. Não sei se é algum disturbio mental meu, ou se de fato há algo de muito errado em algumas pessoas, mas algumas coisas me tiram muito do sério. Não pensar no outro é algo que me deixa completamente louco (principalmente quando este outro sou eu). Okay, posso não ser a pessoa mais altruista do mundo, não me prepocupo com a fome mundial, com as pessoas que tem AIDS e muito menos com os animais sem lares, mas poxa! Eu tento tornar a convivência com as pessoas ao meu redor o mais agradavel possivel (algumas pessoas diriam que nãããooo, eu não facilito mesmo....mas deve ser poque sou bem rigido).&lt;br /&gt;Ligar um som, quando já existe outros DOIS ligados tocando musicas diferentes é completamente desagradavel, comer descontroladamente o café da manhã que a empresa oferece sem pensar que outro está por vir e também gostaria se usufruir de tal direito é de foder mas ligar o ar condicionado para AQUECER ao invés de CONFORTO ou ESFRIAR é o pior de todos...Puta que pariu, me deixa fora do serio. (infelizmente neste post serei obrigado a usar alguns palavrões para aliviar minha raiva, me perdoe) Se você está com frio, se cubra! Se eu estou com calor, faço o que?! tiro minha roupa e trabalho pelado?! Porra, deixa a merda do ar condicionado no conforto pelo menos, porque caralhos...AQUECER? Não sei se essas pessoas lembram da aula de Estudos Sociais, mas o Brasil é um país com clima TROPICAL e em Santos, particularmente, faz um calor do caralho! Sabe, pessoa que sente muito frio, você pode se espantar, mas algumas pessoas sentem sim calor num dia em que a temperatura ambiente é de 32º as 9 da manhã! Ainda mais num ambiente fechado com 356 pessoas trabalhando. Tipo ambiente propicio para proliferação de bacterias! Então ao invés de mexer na droga do ar condicionado, peço, encarecidamente, que compre uma churrasqueira eletrica e sente em cima dela durante o expediente, assim, seu conforto estaria garantido sem incomodar nenhum outro ser humano. Por sua atenção, obrigado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ok ok, eu sei que essa pessoa não lê esse blog mas né?! precisava desabafar)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-8752813854746568332?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/8752813854746568332/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=8752813854746568332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/8752813854746568332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/8752813854746568332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/2009/06/sou-o-tipo-de-pessoa-que-me-aborreco.html' title=''/><author><name>Flipt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186410070547659586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-5566677856400376930</id><published>2009-06-22T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T05:46:53.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"A morte nada mais é que a continuação da vida, sem mim"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(J.P. Sartre)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é exatamente essa continuação da vida sem o "mim" que é o mais complicado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t., estaremos aqui. para tudo que você precisar. sempre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-5566677856400376930?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/5566677856400376930/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=5566677856400376930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/5566677856400376930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/5566677856400376930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/2009/06/morte-nada-mais-e-que-continuacao-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Flipt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186410070547659586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-7127014811746290794</id><published>2009-06-20T16:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T16:08:28.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all above, por favor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ3xc5IoyF0/Sj1r4-hA6tI/AAAAAAAAAJM/VcEN3UAM7EM/s1600-h/dear+life+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349550558984334034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ3xc5IoyF0/Sj1r4-hA6tI/AAAAAAAAAJM/VcEN3UAM7EM/s320/dear+life+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-7127014811746290794?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/7127014811746290794/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=7127014811746290794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/7127014811746290794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/7127014811746290794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-above-por-favor.html' title='all above, por favor.'/><author><name>Flipt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186410070547659586</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ3xc5IoyF0/Sj1r4-hA6tI/AAAAAAAAAJM/VcEN3UAM7EM/s72-c/dear+life+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-2511090546504367884</id><published>2009-06-18T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T13:13:44.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fair tales</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ3xc5IoyF0/SjqfoMQx6GI/AAAAAAAAAJE/vD16wKdafBk/s1600-h/584153_13649_72c2b1c3f0_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348763020291074146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ3xc5IoyF0/SjqfoMQx6GI/AAAAAAAAAJE/vD16wKdafBk/s320/584153_13649_72c2b1c3f0_p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ3xc5IoyF0/Sjqfn6tFBEI/AAAAAAAAAI8/dmDHkLoEgtI/s1600-h/645759_13649_72c2b1c3f0_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348763015577928770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ3xc5IoyF0/Sjqfn6tFBEI/AAAAAAAAAI8/dmDHkLoEgtI/s320/645759_13649_72c2b1c3f0_p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ3xc5IoyF0/Sjqfnig3vFI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ao-Ga875yBY/s1600-h/1731096_13649_72c2b1c3f0_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348763009084275794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ3xc5IoyF0/Sjqfnig3vFI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ao-Ga875yBY/s320/1731096_13649_72c2b1c3f0_p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jpgmag.com/stories/11918"&gt;Fallen Princesses&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-2511090546504367884?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/2511090546504367884/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=2511090546504367884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/2511090546504367884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/2511090546504367884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/2009/06/fair-tales.html' title='fair tales'/><author><name>Flipt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186410070547659586</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ3xc5IoyF0/SjqfoMQx6GI/AAAAAAAAAJE/vD16wKdafBk/s72-c/584153_13649_72c2b1c3f0_p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-8308406600911573261</id><published>2009-06-18T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T07:06:21.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aconchego: definição</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ3xc5IoyF0/SjpEVFaz4uI/AAAAAAAAAIs/lytXAOhUO8A/s1600-h/married-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348662636478456546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ3xc5IoyF0/SjpEVFaz4uI/AAAAAAAAAIs/lytXAOhUO8A/s320/married-11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.jacksoneaton.com/"&gt;jackson eaton&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-8308406600911573261?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/8308406600911573261/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=8308406600911573261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/8308406600911573261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/8308406600911573261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/2009/06/by-jackson-eaton.html' title='aconchego: definição'/><author><name>Flipt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186410070547659586</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ3xc5IoyF0/SjpEVFaz4uI/AAAAAAAAAIs/lytXAOhUO8A/s72-c/married-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-8800613565627576343</id><published>2009-06-17T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T19:46:39.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(F)</title><content type='html'>Pra mim, o emotion mais cretino de toda a historia dos emotions no MSN é a maldita rosa! Detesto quando alguém me manda ele no meio de uma conversa, e principalmente quando a intenção da pessoa é me acalmar ou pedir desculpas. Comigo, não funciona. O primeiro pensamento que tenho é "enfia a p****** dessa rosa no seu c**!", mas como sou uma pessoa civilizada (ou melhor, em processo de me tornar uma) o mais indicado é responder com o sem graça ":)".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sim, não faz nenhum sentindo mesmo, mas precisava escrever isso, ainda mais quando você está tentando há uns dias ser uma pessoa melhor e acreditar que você pode sim ser otimista.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-8800613565627576343?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/8800613565627576343/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=8800613565627576343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-1778607337006877529</id><published>2009-06-17T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T06:41:28.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ3xc5IoyF0/SjjxdRvcSSI/AAAAAAAAAH4/qFOb_XjCrxU/s1600-h/thesmithsbestvol1frontkz9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348290042783353122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ3xc5IoyF0/SjjxdRvcSSI/AAAAAAAAAH4/qFOb_XjCrxU/s320/thesmithsbestvol1frontkz9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu espero &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acontecimentos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só que quando anoitece&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;É festa no outro apartamento...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É Marina, hoje te entendo.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, se entendo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-1778607337006877529?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/1778607337006877529/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=1778607337006877529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/1778607337006877529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/1778607337006877529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/2009/06/eu-espero-acontecimentos-so-que-quando.html' title=''/><author><name>Flipt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186410070547659586</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ3xc5IoyF0/SjjxdRvcSSI/AAAAAAAAAH4/qFOb_XjCrxU/s72-c/thesmithsbestvol1frontkz9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-6183327662332188757</id><published>2009-06-08T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T08:00:01.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ3xc5IoyF0/Si0m032HzuI/AAAAAAAAAB4/TfiWEhw5Mxs/s1600-h/090605063714_02_lehnert_landrock_395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344971022544654050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ3xc5IoyF0/Si0m032HzuI/AAAAAAAAAB4/TfiWEhw5Mxs/s320/090605063714_02_lehnert_landrock_395.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posso não ser um profundo conhecedor da anatomia feminina, mas não falta algo ai não?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fonte: &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/portuguese/cultura/2009/06/090605_galerianufotografia.shtml"&gt;http://www.bbc.co.uk/portuguese/cultura/2009/06/090605_galerianufotografia.shtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-6183327662332188757?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/6183327662332188757/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-8693493092967553443</id><published>2009-05-22T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T08:14:15.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338666680664536274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ3xc5IoyF0/ShbBD4M5NNI/AAAAAAAAABw/wGtmixPLtbI/s320/ch080222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Não sabia que Calvin e eu tinhamos tanto em comum.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-8693493092967553443?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Todo dia, todo dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debaixo d'água, protegido, salvo, fora de perigo&lt;br /&gt;Aliviado, sem perdão e sem pecado&lt;br /&gt;Sem fome, sem frio, sem medo, sem vontade de voltar&lt;br /&gt;Mas tinha que respirar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora que agora é nunca&lt;br /&gt;Agora posso recuar&lt;br /&gt;Agora sinto minha tumba&lt;br /&gt;Agora o peito a retumbar&lt;br /&gt;Agora a última resposta&lt;br /&gt;Agora quartos de hospitais&lt;br /&gt;Agora abrem uma porta&lt;br /&gt;Agora não se chora mais&lt;br /&gt;Agora a chuva evapora&lt;br /&gt;Agora ainda não choveu&lt;br /&gt;Agora tenho mais memória&lt;br /&gt;Agora tenho o que foi meu&lt;br /&gt;Agora passa a paisagem&lt;br /&gt;Agora não me despedi&lt;br /&gt;Agora compro uma passagem&lt;br /&gt;Agora ainda estou aqui&lt;br /&gt;Agora sinto muita sede&lt;br /&gt;Agora já é madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Agora diante da parede&lt;br /&gt;Agora falta uma palavra&lt;br /&gt;Agora o vento no cabelo&lt;br /&gt;Agora toda minha roupa&lt;br /&gt;Agora volta pro novelo&lt;br /&gt;Agora a língua em minha boca&lt;br /&gt;Agora meu avô já vive&lt;br /&gt;Agora meu filho nasceu&lt;br /&gt;Agora o filho que não tive&lt;br /&gt;Agora a criança sou eu&lt;br /&gt;Agora sinto um gosto doce&lt;br /&gt;Agora vejo a cor azul&lt;br /&gt;Agora a mão de quem me trouxe&lt;br /&gt;Agora é só meu corpo nu&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu nasco lá de fora&lt;br /&gt;Agora minha mãe é o ar&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu vivo na barriga&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu brigo pra voltar&lt;br /&gt;Agora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-9063087979088687469?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/9063087979088687469/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-2702368528970313808</id><published>2009-05-11T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T08:40:57.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ah, o velho 11 de maio...</title><content type='html'>"Só o Paulo Coelho acredita que o Universo conspira a seu favor quando você quer muito alguma coisa. Só ele!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá eu porque, mas acordei com essa frase de madame hoje. Pode ser influência do otimismo que sempre me bate no meu aniversario ou apenas uma memoria perdida entre várias outras frases de impacto da madame, mas o fato é quanto mais o tempo passa, mais eu acredito nela (na frase e na madame).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-2702368528970313808?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/2702368528970313808/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=2702368528970313808&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/2702368528970313808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/2702368528970313808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/2009/05/ah-o-velho-11-de-maio.html' title='ah, o velho 11 de maio...'/><author><name>Flipt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186410070547659586</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-1315394786510175830</id><published>2009-05-06T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T13:31:49.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ3xc5IoyF0/SgHzhTOZbcI/AAAAAAAAABE/nfNVI9hTIho/s1600-h/gretestern_gde2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332811187205270978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ3xc5IoyF0/SgHzhTOZbcI/AAAAAAAAABE/nfNVI9hTIho/s320/gretestern_gde2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será que se eu escrever para Grete Stern ela faz uma especialmente para mim?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digo, assim, claramente para MIM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-1315394786510175830?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/1315394786510175830/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=1315394786510175830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/1315394786510175830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/1315394786510175830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/2009/05/sera-que-se-eu-escrever-para-grete.html' title=''/><author><name>Flipt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186410070547659586</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ3xc5IoyF0/SgHzhTOZbcI/AAAAAAAAABE/nfNVI9hTIho/s72-c/gretestern_gde2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-1665995537359106809</id><published>2009-04-30T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T10:58:16.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ3xc5IoyF0/SfnmjcJ2qVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/SW9MXTdSmHk/s1600-h/esquerda.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330545130497026386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ3xc5IoyF0/SfnmjcJ2qVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/SW9MXTdSmHk/s320/esquerda.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta aí uma coisa que eu não esperava...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-1665995537359106809?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/1665995537359106809/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=1665995537359106809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/1665995537359106809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/1665995537359106809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/2009/04/ta-ai-uma-coisa-que-eu-nao-esperava.html' title=''/><author><name>Flipt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186410070547659586</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ3xc5IoyF0/SfnmjcJ2qVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/SW9MXTdSmHk/s72-c/esquerda.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-188239608176425430</id><published>2009-04-23T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T09:42:30.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Se existisse uma competição mundial "Quem consegue se envolver com o maior número possivel de losers" com certeza (absoluta) eu estaria entre os primeiros colocados.&lt;br /&gt;E ainda consigo pensar em alguns amigos proximos (pessoas sensacionais) que estariam competindo comigo para ganhar o 1º lugar....&lt;br /&gt;Agora, porque isso né?! A troco de que, pessoas sensacionais, inteligentes e bem sucedidas se deixam envolver por losers?!&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo entender. mesmo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-188239608176425430?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/188239608176425430/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=188239608176425430&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/188239608176425430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/188239608176425430'/><link rel='alternate' 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ3xc5IoyF0/Sb-uSw94cjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wpzQYfXfvGQ/s320/32f740f1f964.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;But bleeding hearts have always known no law&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love love love don't live here anymore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-783587323081999967?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/783587323081999967/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ3xc5IoyF0/Sb-uSw94cjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wpzQYfXfvGQ/s72-c/32f740f1f964.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-791994929032728829</id><published>2009-03-16T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T07:55:50.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It's only just a crush, it'll go away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's just like all the others, it'll go away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or maybe this is danger and you just don't know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You pray it all away but it continues to grow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-791994929032728829?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-6982258671768966562</id><published>2009-03-12T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T19:22:14.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;'Olhe, tenho uma alma muito prolixa e uso poucas palavras.&lt;br /&gt;Sou irritável e firo facilmente.&lt;br /&gt;Também sou muito calmo e perdôo logo.&lt;br /&gt;Não esqueço nunca.&lt;br /&gt;Mas há poucas coisas de que eu me lembre.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-6982258671768966562?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-6404983504107685340</id><published>2009-03-12T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T06:42:46.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Don't get me wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm acting so distracted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm thinking about the fireworks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that go off when you smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't get me wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if I come and go like fashion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i might be great tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but hopeless yesterday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-6404983504107685340?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/6404983504107685340/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=6404983504107685340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/6404983504107685340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/6404983504107685340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-get-me-wrong-if-im-acting-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Flipt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186410070547659586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-8598728925517884003</id><published>2009-03-10T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T11:41:54.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ3xc5IoyF0/SbakPGZBrPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/uLsL3rHW8bQ/s1600-h/smiths.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311613389850651890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ3xc5IoyF0/SbakPGZBrPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/uLsL3rHW8bQ/s320/smiths.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe como é né?! Habilidade social é nosso forte!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-8598728925517884003?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/8598728925517884003/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=8598728925517884003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/8598728925517884003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/8598728925517884003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/2009/03/sabe-como-e-ne-habilidade-social-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Flipt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186410070547659586</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ3xc5IoyF0/SbakPGZBrPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/uLsL3rHW8bQ/s72-c/smiths.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-795182071825836494</id><published>2009-03-04T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T18:02:29.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- e daí vamos naquele churrasco onde a minha amiga disse que reservou um amigo, loiro, fabuloso para você!&lt;br /&gt;- ah não. obrigado. aceito o convite do churras, mas passo em conhecer o fulano.&lt;br /&gt;- mas porque mesmo?&lt;br /&gt;- ah, sabe. vamos ser realistas: quantas pessoas interessantes e fabulosas se interessaram por mim recentemente? (não digo nem "em toda minha vida" para não  soar muito tragico).&lt;br /&gt;- hm...não sei, ué.&lt;br /&gt;- NENHUMA! Logo, acho mais sensato me largar nessa zona de semi-conforto que me encontro. Já me acostumei. E outra, prefiro ficar reclamando pra vc o resto da vida do que continuar me expondo assim.&lt;br /&gt;- ainda bem que não nos tornamos amargurados né?!&lt;br /&gt;- aham!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-795182071825836494?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/795182071825836494/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=795182071825836494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/795182071825836494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/795182071825836494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/2009/03/e-dai-vamos-naquele-churrasco-onde.html' title=''/><author><name>Flipt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186410070547659586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-2243953804031009521</id><published>2009-02-26T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T17:02:24.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"o único dinheiro que lhe pertence realmente é aquele que você gasta"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa era a filosofia de vida que &lt;a href="http://http//pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amedeo_Modigliani"&gt;Modi&lt;/a&gt; achava legal e bacana seguir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu, é claro - sempre tomando decisões muito sensatas, resolvi testar essa tese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what? Aposto que Modi não tinha Real Master. Porque se tivesse certeza que ia rever esse conceito. Certeza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-2243953804031009521?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/2243953804031009521/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=2243953804031009521&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/2243953804031009521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/2243953804031009521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-unico-dinheiro-que-lhe-pertence.html' title=''/><author><name>Flipt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186410070547659586</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-2911377121409296850</id><published>2009-02-09T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T17:49:37.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lqVKOilZO2A"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lqVKOilZO2A&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei explicar o motivo, mas se minha vida virasse um clipe musical, gostaria que fosse esse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-2911377121409296850?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/2911377121409296850/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=2911377121409296850&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/2911377121409296850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/2911377121409296850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/2009/02/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Flipt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186410070547659586</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-3103790752049992778</id><published>2009-01-29T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T05:30:12.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>o fator IUNI</title><content type='html'>madame é minha sábia. cheia de verdades incontestaveis e frases estilo-de-vida, madame é, de fato, a maior filosofa do momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em nossa recente viagem para o quase mato grosso, ela solta uma frase de impacto: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Cada um tem a IUNI¹ que merece! Todo mundo tem uma cabrita² maldita que sempre atrasa nossas vidas. SEMPRE"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daí, que comecei a pensar: quem são as malditas IUNIs da minha vida ? (sim, porque para eu me encontrar no estado que estou eu devo ter MUITAS IUNIs na minha vida!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de muito refletir sobre esse assunto de suma importância na minha vida (porque nem tenho uma prova hoje na pós de uma materia na qual não domino at all), cheguei a conclusão que as IUNIs da minha vida são todas as pessoas que resolvi me apaixonar ao longo dos anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca fui conhecido pelo bom gosto para relações amorosas e muito menos bom senso de me apaixonar por pessoas esquisitas, loucas e psicopatas (na maioria da vezes todas essas caracteristicas em um unico ser, como uma feliz coincidência), mas o fato é que, no final das contas, essas pessoas que passaram, não agregaram muita coisa na minha vida. Fiquei, praticamente, estagnado quando estava com elas e, por incrivel que pareça, minha vida começa a fluir depois que paro de pensar nelas e começo a pensar em minha vida, o que me faz aceitar o conselho do Babá como algo, no minimo, razoavel: "Quando sair de casa, meu filho, deixe o coração em casa".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aceitar que vc não é bom para escolher pessoas para se relacionar não é um processo fácil e muito menos algo confortavel, mas ajuda a entender muita coisa que acontece e talvez dê até para abordar algumas questões interiores sobre vc mesmo. Mas isso é um papo chato e complexo demais que nem vale a pena ser citado. O que queria deixar claro aqui é que não é a toa, que agora resolvi seguir a risca mais uma frase estilo-de-vida de madame: Love is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E espero que assim as coisas melhorem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;¹ - IUNI, na realidade seria UNI, da caverna do dragão;&lt;br /&gt;² - Sim, ela é um Unicornio e não uma cabrita, mas tenta convencer madame do contrario. tenta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-3103790752049992778?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/3103790752049992778/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=3103790752049992778&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/3103790752049992778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/3103790752049992778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-fator-iuni.html' title='o fator IUNI'/><author><name>Flipt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186410070547659586</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-1378726055312310123</id><published>2009-01-16T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T03:57:46.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;El distraído tropezó con ella. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;El violento la usó como proyectil.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;El emprendedor construyó con ella.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;El caminante cansado, la usó como asiento.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para los niños fue un juguete.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drummond hizo poesía con ella.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;David mató a Goliat. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miguel Ángel extrajo de ella, la más bella escultura.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;En todos los casos la diferencia no estaba en la piedra, sino en  el hombre.No existe piedra en tu camino que no puedas aprovechar para tu propio crecimiento.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veja bem, não me tornei uma pessoa otimista... mas recebi essa msg de uma amiga de Buenos Aires e achei que, no minimo, seria interessante salvar isso, para um dia,  de repente, viro uma pessoa que é motivada por esse tipo de poeminha e né ?! pode ser que me seja util.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-1378726055312310123?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/1378726055312310123/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=1378726055312310123&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/1378726055312310123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/1378726055312310123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/2009/01/el-distrado-tropez-con-ella.html' title=''/><author><name>Flipt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186410070547659586</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-99154198861291776</id><published>2009-01-10T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T18:23:54.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I'm looking through you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where did you go?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought I knew you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What did I know?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't look different,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you have changed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm looking through you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're not the same.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why, tell me why,Did you not treat me right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love has a nasty habbit of dissapearing over night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beatles, talvez até melhor que morrissey, expressa melhor o momento.&lt;br /&gt;Logico, salvado as devidas proporções.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nota importante: jamais baixar a guarda de novo;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-99154198861291776?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/99154198861291776/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=99154198861291776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/99154198861291776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/99154198861291776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-looking-through-you-where-did-you-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Flipt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186410070547659586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-6013276288297758701</id><published>2009-01-04T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:45:04.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>03:04</title><content type='html'>- ta acordado?&lt;br /&gt;- uhum...não consigo dormir.&lt;br /&gt;- eu tb!&lt;br /&gt;- queria um namorado, sabe...&lt;br /&gt;- eu tb! E uma estante!&lt;br /&gt;- juro que vou procurar uma amanhã, preciso colocar uma no meu quarto.&lt;br /&gt;- será que estamos fadados a passar as madrugadas em claro, sem vontade de trabalhar, sem amor e sem estante?&lt;br /&gt;- olha, sem amor e sem vontade  de trabalhar, beleza, porque até mei que me acostumei com isso...mas sem estante, não dá! Onde vou socar as coisas que compro pra suprir a carência?&lt;br /&gt;- é verdade, sem estante não dá. bom, vamos dormir. as manhãs sempre costumam ser melhores.&lt;br /&gt;- menos miseraveis, u mean...&lt;br /&gt;- é...vc sabe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-6013276288297758701?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/6013276288297758701/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=6013276288297758701&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/6013276288297758701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/6013276288297758701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/2009/01/0304.html' title='03:04'/><author><name>Flipt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186410070547659586</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-6921249056093594767</id><published>2009-01-02T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T23:44:35.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>as verdades da vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Better not try to get inside my head, you'll find a nightmare waiting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;otimismo, de fato, não é uma caracteristica da minha personalidade.&lt;br /&gt;2009 se mostra um ano sensacional,&lt;br /&gt;agora pretendo voltar para meu quarto e sair de lá só quando 2010 começar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-6921249056093594767?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/6921249056093594767/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=6921249056093594767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/6921249056093594767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/6921249056093594767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/2009/01/as-verdades-da-vida.html' title='as verdades da vida'/><author><name>Flipt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186410070547659586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-304936732128973310</id><published>2008-12-19T10:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T10:33:02.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Só pode ser a lua...</title><content type='html'>é a unica explicação RAZOÁVEL para justificar as pessoas que resolveram surtar na minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;só pode ser, meodeos, só pode ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e daí-me paciência.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-304936732128973310?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/304936732128973310/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=304936732128973310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/304936732128973310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/304936732128973310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/2008/12/s-pode-ser-lua.html' title='Só pode ser a lua...'/><author><name>Flipt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186410070547659586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-2107288157052339595</id><published>2008-12-10T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:06:32.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sabedoria de madame</title><content type='html'>faço minhas as palavras da madame:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;problema pouco é bobagem.Problemas só são bem entendidos em perspectiva.Você não sabe a real dimensão de um problema até um maior aparecer.Talvez por isso uma das regras universais da vida nunca falhe: problemas aparecem todos juntos. Sempre.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca na vida (pelo menos na minha) houve uma semana como essa. Nunca. Olheiras voltam a se tornar marcas de expressões e pesadelos com e-mails (e e-mail-pesadelos) aparecem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e o melhor de tudo é você saber que o pior ainda esta por vir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ain't life a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post patrocinado e completamente inspirado em madame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-2107288157052339595?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/2107288157052339595/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=2107288157052339595&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/2107288157052339595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/2107288157052339595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/2008/12/sabedoria-de-madame.html' title='sabedoria de madame'/><author><name>Flipt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186410070547659586</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-3622465719233338566</id><published>2008-11-24T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T12:15:44.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Não consigo me livrar dessa idéia de que sou sozinha, estou num mundo à parte, assistindo ao outro como a um espetáculo."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engraçado que depois que conheci a Simone, muita coisa fez um pouco de sentido na minha cabeça. Algumas ideias tomaram formas e outras se tornaram um pouco mais confusas do que já eram (como se isso fosse possivel).&lt;br /&gt;Mas o bom de tudo isso, é que me fez refletir um pouco sobre minha postura em relação ao mundo, as pessoas e até a mim mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A conclusão: definitivamente preciso de uma nova postura. DE-FI-NI-TI-VA-MEN-TE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: preciso arrumar outro tema para esse blog, que não seja eu. acho que vou começar a falar mal das pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-3622465719233338566?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/3622465719233338566/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=3622465719233338566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/3622465719233338566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/3622465719233338566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-consigo-me-livrar-dessa-idia-de-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Flipt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186410070547659586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-271887425510052702</id><published>2008-11-23T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T11:20:57.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;“Man can now fly in the air like a bird, swim under the ocean like a fish, he can burrow into the ground like a mole. Now, if only he could walk the earth like a man, this would be paradise.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preciso saber quem é esse moço,Tommy Douglas.&lt;br /&gt;acho que gosto dele&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-271887425510052702?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/271887425510052702/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=271887425510052702&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/271887425510052702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/271887425510052702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/2008/11/man-can-now-fly-in-air-like-bird-swim.html' title=''/><author><name>Flipt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186410070547659586</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-3092012894299404645</id><published>2008-11-14T09:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T09:16:10.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Como superar uma semi-crise - Part I</title><content type='html'>Leia o conselho mais sensacional da historia de conselhos da humanidade (tudo isso criado pela sua melhor amiga):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vc tem uma vida inteira para sofrer com isso ainda, babe, so no hurry!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem como continuar em qualquer semi-crise depois de ler isso?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-3092012894299404645?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/3092012894299404645/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=3092012894299404645&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/3092012894299404645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/3092012894299404645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/2008/11/como-superar-uma-semi-crise-part-i.html' title='Como superar uma semi-crise - Part I'/><author><name>Flipt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186410070547659586</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-6289950878072656482</id><published>2008-11-13T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:18:24.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh ain't life a bitch *</title><content type='html'>* já diria madame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quando você pensa que tudo pode dar certo e que não tem motivo pro pessimismo, vem o Sr Acaso e acaba com tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nunca o titulo desse blog fez tanto sentido pra mim. NUNCA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque néam?! não podia dormir feliz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-6289950878072656482?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/6289950878072656482/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=6289950878072656482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/6289950878072656482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/6289950878072656482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-aint-life-bitch.html' title='oh ain&apos;t life a bitch *'/><author><name>Flipt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186410070547659586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-1352305761681205459</id><published>2008-11-13T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:00:37.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Como deixar seu ambiente de trabalho tenso e manter sua imagem de pessoa-esnobe</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt; - Você vai almoçar fora hoje?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; - Vou sim. Porque?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; - Me faz um favor? Leva pra mim esse livro e pede para encaparem....to com medo de cair a capa e algumas paginas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; - Simone de BE-AU-VOIR. o que ela escreve? é bom?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; - Ih, ia demorar um tempão pra te explicar. mas em resumão, ela é uma filosofa existencialista e  mãe do feminismo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; - Hm....legal. Eu gosto da Zibia, já leu?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; - Não. Não leio literatura barata.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(interlocutor vira as costas e sai andando)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: sim, estou empolgado para postar nesse blog hoje.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-1352305761681205459?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/1352305761681205459/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=1352305761681205459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/1352305761681205459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/1352305761681205459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/2008/11/como-deixar-seu-ambiente-de-trabalho.html' title='Como deixar seu ambiente de trabalho tenso e manter sua imagem de pessoa-esnobe'/><author><name>Flipt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186410070547659586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-6903914234031574746</id><published>2008-11-13T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:47:58.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come around again</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"I know nothing stays the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But if you're willing to play the game&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's coming around again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So don't mind if I fall apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's more room in a broken heart"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super adoro meu gosto duvidoso para música. como disse uma amiga: "musica de motel".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ai, o que seria da minha vida sem Carly Simon, viu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-6903914234031574746?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/6903914234031574746/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=6903914234031574746&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/6903914234031574746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/6903914234031574746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/2008/11/come-around-again.html' title='Come around again'/><author><name>Flipt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186410070547659586</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-8904480636871142711</id><published>2008-11-13T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:12:05.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268128915899462402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ3xc5IoyF0/SRwnVlcmswI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PImBnCEEK3c/s320/panam%C3%A1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe, quero muito um desses. Ficaí a dica para quem for me dar um presente de natal (mesmo eu não sendo cristão e acreditando que alguém - fora eu e madame - lê esse blog).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-8904480636871142711?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/8904480636871142711/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=8904480636871142711&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/8904480636871142711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/8904480636871142711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/2008/11/sabe-quero-muito-um-desses.html' title=''/><author><name>Flipt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186410070547659586</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YJ3xc5IoyF0/SRwnVlcmswI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PImBnCEEK3c/s72-c/panam%C3%A1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-6333801466937043191</id><published>2008-11-06T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T09:36:01.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"(...) Marcelle olhava desesperada o corpo estrangeiro atrás do qual, preciosa, inacessivel, achava-se presa uma alma; estava tão farta de si mesma que gostaria de se perder para sempre nesse corpo. Mas dois seres que se amam, e sentados ao lado um do outro, são, mesmo assim, dois seres solitários;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;embora eu super corra o risco da Madame me odiar pra sempre, acho importante afirmar: gosto da Simone. especialmente neste livro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;com sorte, termino ainda esse ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(note que minha opnião pode mudar até o final do livro - acho sensato avisar de antemão)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-6333801466937043191?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/6333801466937043191/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=6333801466937043191&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/6333801466937043191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/6333801466937043191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Flipt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186410070547659586</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-5742712013697415081</id><published>2008-10-22T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T04:32:20.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>será o primado da existência sobre a essência?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"... falso boêmio, o pequeno-burguês preso a suas comodidades, o intelectual mal-logrado, 'não-revolucionario, revoltado', o sonhador abstraído cercado de sua vida mole."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sartre estava falando de mim?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-5742712013697415081?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/5742712013697415081/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=5742712013697415081&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/5742712013697415081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/5742712013697415081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/2008/10/ser-o-primado-da-existncia-sobre.html' title='será o primado da existência sobre a essência?'/><author><name>Flipt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186410070547659586</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-2736544085624882009</id><published>2008-10-20T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T11:05:49.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>você sabe que você não tem mais 18 anos quando seu corpo fica completamente perdido no universo quando começa o horario de verão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;considerações importantes:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1- Não que meu corpo normalmente esteja bem posicionado universalmente;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2- 5 anos pesam sim na vida de uma pessoa. ainda mais se você somar o quanto já foi gasto em alcool nesse periodo e se dar conta que, se tivesse investido o mesmo valor em uma cidade africana, você teria resolvido o problema da fome naquela região.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3-Sempre achei que considerações deviam vir em pares de 3, por isso essa fica sem informação importante.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-2736544085624882009?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/2736544085624882009/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=2736544085624882009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/2736544085624882009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/2736544085624882009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/2008/10/voc-sabe-que-voc-no-tem-mais-18-anos.html' title=''/><author><name>Flipt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186410070547659586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-8781459217302740864</id><published>2008-10-15T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T11:24:58.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>futuros amantes</title><content type='html'>40  minutos num interurbano, mais elogios inusitados e um convite para ir (sozinho) ao ponto mais alto da cidade definitivamente mudam o dia de uma pessoa desajustada socialmente e com alguns disturbios emocionais.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-8781459217302740864?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/8781459217302740864/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=8781459217302740864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/8781459217302740864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/8781459217302740864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/2008/10/futuros-amantes.html' title='futuros amantes'/><author><name>Flipt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186410070547659586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-1561779339106382645</id><published>2008-10-10T06:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T06:38:38.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love belongs to Desire, and Desire is always cruel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-1561779339106382645?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/1561779339106382645/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=1561779339106382645&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/1561779339106382645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/1561779339106382645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-belongs-to-desire-and-desire-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Flipt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186410070547659586</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-115569894299157436</id><published>2008-10-09T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T07:00:12.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Sweetness, sweetness &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was only joking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I said I'd like to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Smash every tooth in your head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh sweetness, sweetness,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was only joking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I said by rights you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should be bludgeoned in your bed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiths resume muito da minha vida nas músicas deles. Impressionante.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-115569894299157436?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/115569894299157436/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=115569894299157436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/115569894299157436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/115569894299157436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/2008/10/sweetness-sweetness-i-was-only-joking.html' title=''/><author><name>Flipt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186410070547659586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-2714994450248963208</id><published>2008-10-06T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T09:44:40.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love will tear me apart?</title><content type='html'>* suspiro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-2714994450248963208?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/2714994450248963208/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=2714994450248963208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/2714994450248963208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/2714994450248963208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-will-tear-me-apart.html' title='love will tear me apart?'/><author><name>Flipt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186410070547659586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-573852465912140131</id><published>2008-10-04T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T07:22:15.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sabe, eu já tenho idade pra saber que o excesso de acool numa sexta-feira vai prejudicar minha aula da pós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ainda mais quando você nem aparecer na aula.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-573852465912140131?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/573852465912140131/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=573852465912140131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/573852465912140131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/573852465912140131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/2008/10/sabe-eu-j-tenho-idade-pra-saber-que-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Flipt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186410070547659586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-2639853012748877446</id><published>2008-09-30T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:02:34.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ps: não que eu tenha moral ALGUMA para falar de individualidade....mas né?! Precisava me expressar, afinal foi pra isso que criei esse blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-2639853012748877446?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/2639853012748877446/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=2639853012748877446&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/2639853012748877446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/2639853012748877446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/2008/09/ps-no-que-eu-tenha-moral-alguma-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Flipt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186410070547659586</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-6636677934297097001</id><published>2008-09-30T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:00:44.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"finalmente nos encontramos, mas não só com olhares, e sim de coração e alma, não sendo mais dois e sim sendo somente um."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe, acho que depois de escrever com caneta gel dourada, essa é a pior parte de um convite de casamento. A pior MESMO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde fica a individualidade desse povo, minha gente?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-6636677934297097001?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/6636677934297097001/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=6636677934297097001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/6636677934297097001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/6636677934297097001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/2008/09/finalmente-nos-encontramos-mas-no-s-com.html' title=''/><author><name>Flipt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186410070547659586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-7582217667283221105</id><published>2008-09-22T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T18:22:51.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>uma crise conjugal (quase) como qualquer outra</title><content type='html'>ela: alô?&lt;br /&gt;ele: olha, só queria te avisar que estou me programando para ir. e se não der certo...&lt;br /&gt;ela: VOCÊ NÃO VAI COLOCAR A CULPA EM MIM!!!&lt;br /&gt;ele: mas é claro que vou! você está acabando com minha vida!&lt;br /&gt;ela: como assim? eu estou te apoiando, super acho que vai dar certo!!! Você está me tratanto mal só porque em UM momento no sábado fui sincera...foi sem querer, já pedi desculpas!&lt;br /&gt;ele: você não quer me falar que vou sofrer! Olha, se não der certo eu vou chorar por todo um final de semana, vou pro 53b e vc vai ter que me aturar!!!! E vou te culpar...&lt;br /&gt;ela: ok, eu vou sozinha com você pra Bubu, vc pode pegar quem vc quiser e eu ainda levo vocês pro motel!&lt;br /&gt;ele: TÁ VENDO? VOCÊ JÁ SABE QUE VOU SOFRER!&lt;br /&gt;ela: porque você não aceita que não posso te contar o que sei até acontecer?&lt;br /&gt;ele: desde qnd eu fui sensato em alguma coisa?&lt;br /&gt;ela: isso é so uma crise...pessoas mais fracas já passaram por isso e estão juntos, sabe. nós vamos passar por isso!&lt;br /&gt;ele: não quero mais falar com vc, tchau.&lt;br /&gt;ela: mas...&lt;br /&gt;ele: E vc se prepare, porque se eu sofrer...&lt;br /&gt;ela: tá, tá. eu sei. te amo viu?&lt;br /&gt;ele: tb te amo, beijo.&lt;br /&gt;ela: beijo....mas antes de comprar a passagem, manda um e-mail pra ele ta?&lt;br /&gt;ele: ai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-7582217667283221105?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/7582217667283221105/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=7582217667283221105&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/7582217667283221105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/7582217667283221105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/2008/09/uma-crise-conjugal-quase-como-qualquer.html' title='uma crise conjugal (quase) como qualquer outra'/><author><name>Flipt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186410070547659586</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-3433793957161867404</id><published>2008-09-17T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T20:27:24.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque o MSN é uma ferramenta legal</title><content type='html'>madame diz:&lt;br /&gt;ah pede um marido pra mim no ile?&lt;br /&gt;flipt diz:&lt;br /&gt;peço sim, mas antes vou pedir o moço dos sinais errados pra mim ta?&lt;br /&gt;flipt diz:&lt;br /&gt;seu marido tem que ser russo?&lt;br /&gt;madame diz:&lt;br /&gt;nao, vamos facilitar a vida das entidades. mas pede pede?&lt;br /&gt;madame diz:&lt;br /&gt;e sim, pode pedir por vc antes!&lt;br /&gt;flipt diz:&lt;br /&gt;ta, mas faz uma lista, madame. num quero ser culpado de ter pedido um marido errado. não ia conseguir viver com isso&lt;br /&gt;madame diz:&lt;br /&gt;ah entao pede um namorado, vai, assim se for errado - e quais as chances de ser certo mesmo? - da para desfazer!&lt;br /&gt;flipt diz:&lt;br /&gt;belezera, mas alguma caracteristica que vc quer? alguma coisa que vc NÃO quer?&lt;br /&gt;madame diz:&lt;br /&gt;mas tem que dar especificacoes assim??&lt;br /&gt;flipt diz:&lt;br /&gt;madame, santo não advinha não&lt;br /&gt;madame diz:&lt;br /&gt;ah flipt sei nao&lt;br /&gt;flipt diz:&lt;br /&gt;se vc pede um namorado, ele de da um modelo disponivel. não vai ter nem item de serie.&lt;br /&gt;sei lá. alguma coisa que vc num suporte&lt;br /&gt;flipt diz:&lt;br /&gt;ja sabemos que ele não pode ler jorge amado&lt;br /&gt;madame diz:&lt;br /&gt;ah pede uma pessoa parecida comigo&lt;br /&gt;flipt diz:&lt;br /&gt;vc não suportaria alguém parecida com vc&lt;br /&gt;madame diz:&lt;br /&gt;suportaria sim&lt;br /&gt;flipt diz:&lt;br /&gt;suportaria nada, madame. se fosse facil suportar alguem parecido com a gente, nós ja estariamos namorando. essa é a verdade cruel da vida&lt;br /&gt;madame diz:&lt;br /&gt;ai flipt vou cumprir meu papel de positiva e dizer que suportaria sim. pede para mim&lt;br /&gt;flipt diz:&lt;br /&gt;seu msn grava historico?&lt;br /&gt;madame diz:&lt;br /&gt;nao. mc ja quis me recriminar por eu pedir um marido. vc precisa me apoiar a conseguir pelo menos um namorado&lt;br /&gt;madame diz:&lt;br /&gt;flipt, minha vida depende de vc!&lt;br /&gt;flipt diz:&lt;br /&gt;ignora ela. ela é louca&lt;br /&gt;flipt diz:&lt;br /&gt;nossa...depois dessa, me sinto carregando sua vida nas costas&lt;br /&gt;madame diz:&lt;br /&gt;flipt sou sua FILHA! depois q vc quis me colocar na garagem, vc tem q se redimir&lt;br /&gt;flipt diz:&lt;br /&gt;ps: so como informação, eu vou postar nossa conversa no meu blog como prova futura de que vc PEDIU alguém igual a vc. e vc ta sobria né?&lt;br /&gt;madame diz:&lt;br /&gt;tou. infelizmente&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;ai vamos beber?&lt;br /&gt;flipt diz:&lt;br /&gt;tipo, agora?! se bem que já é quinta feira né....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-3433793957161867404?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/3433793957161867404/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=3433793957161867404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/3433793957161867404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/3433793957161867404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/2008/09/porque-o-msn-uma-ferramenta-legal.html' title='Porque o MSN é uma ferramenta legal'/><author><name>Flipt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16186410070547659586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054728888516865050.post-1897325335201160396</id><published>2008-09-16T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T06:20:25.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>let it die</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Don't you wish that we could forget that kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And see this for what it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That we're not in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The saddest part of a broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Isn't the ending so much as the start"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feist falou hoje cedinho para mim. Assim que acordei, sabe. Dou total razão para ela...Afinal, quem precisa de sinais trocados, não é mesmo minha gente?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-1897325335201160396?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/1897325335201160396/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=1897325335201160396&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/1897325335201160396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/1897325335201160396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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tudo, os medos, anseios e problemas continuarão a existir...&lt;br /&gt;Logo, vc volta a si, procura aquela musica dos smiths que faz você se sentir melhor, aperta play e volta sorrir e acenar para as pessoas a sua volta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1054728888516865050-6337276574620866193?l=lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovewilltearmeapart.blogspot.com/feeds/6337276574620866193/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1054728888516865050&amp;postID=6337276574620866193&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1054728888516865050/posts/default/6337276574620866193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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