tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59866418435849418162024-03-13T08:19:22.755-07:00Tralalala e uma gota de limãoAudreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04834142043038352776noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986641843584941816.post-81068981350990002112007-12-19T09:27:00.000-08:002007-12-19T09:42:40.100-08:00<strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">"Y tú no eres la Madre Teresa de Calcuta</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">Ni yo el Papá Juan Pablo el Segundo</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">Somos dos sendos hijo'ela gran frutas</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">Que les gusta vacilar por este mundo</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">Un par de tragos y pasa media hora</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">Se pone más exploradora que Dora</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">La leona esta buscando a quien devora."</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;">quaaanta gente hipócrita no mundo..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;">nao venha me repreender por coisas q não faz por falta de culhoes!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;">:P</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">"please don't stop the music..."</span></strong>Audreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04834142043038352776noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986641843584941816.post-46250092486656520422007-12-09T17:02:00.000-08:002007-12-09T17:03:27.876-08:00<strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;">"Um navio no porto é seguro, mas não é para isso que os navios foram feitos."</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;">William Shedd</span></strong><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span>Audreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04834142043038352776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986641843584941816.post-10095576000106826372007-12-05T20:28:00.000-08:002007-12-05T20:29:29.632-08:00<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XF5cWDGgKg4"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XF5cWDGgKg4</strong></span></a>Audreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04834142043038352776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986641843584941816.post-57063196909104320692007-12-04T15:19:00.000-08:002007-12-04T15:23:01.586-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_1jQ9lmXjcPAkS99ePJC3Y1bCukFBY7nVKkHFDSAwkPyWjKxlyYvN3AwzNi41XIi8tPyYVwKmNLzJcdSpWOeXAUpaPChaQ9yqI9ajyR5J3KZT4FNJ6f5dUXEr0kFMmZ-IHBbVBIPpemU/s1600-h/blue.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140262098613526482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_1jQ9lmXjcPAkS99ePJC3Y1bCukFBY7nVKkHFDSAwkPyWjKxlyYvN3AwzNi41XIi8tPyYVwKmNLzJcdSpWOeXAUpaPChaQ9yqI9ajyR5J3KZT4FNJ6f5dUXEr0kFMmZ-IHBbVBIPpemU/s320/blue.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"><strong>"Sobre as francesas: são definitivamente loucas. Choram pelas calçadas onde pisam forte como cavalos xucros, bufando, enforcadas pelos cachecóis. Nos cafés, todas as manhãs, perdem o foco do olhar e das sobrancelhas arqueadas para o nada, misturadas como se guardassem uma multidão enfurecida dentro de si. E fumam, fumam compulsivamente inspiram a fumaça para dentro do seu corpo, dos pés até os pêlos dos braços, e depois exalam um pouco delas junto com uma nuvem cinza escura ? e fico sem saber o quanto do cinza pertencia a elas ou ao cigarro. Agem com intensidade disfarçada ? são blasées nos gestos, mas estão à beira de um grito histérico que iria desmontar todos os penteados e catedrais de Paris. Todas parecem atrizes de teatro. Uma mulher francesa deve ser um pequeno e delicado inferno."</strong></span></div>Audreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04834142043038352776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986641843584941816.post-42446046450378210272007-11-27T14:14:00.000-08:002007-11-27T14:16:29.755-08:00<strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;">Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;">Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;">Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;">Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;">Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;">Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;">Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;">Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;">Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;">Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;">Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;">Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger<br />Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger<br />Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger<br />Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger<br />Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger<br />Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger<br />Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger<br />Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger<br />Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;">Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger<br />Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger<br />Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger<br />Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger<br />Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger<br />Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger<br />Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger<br />Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger<br />Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;">Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger<br />Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger<br />Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger<br />Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger<br />Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger<br />Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger<br />Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger<br />Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger<br />Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;">NOW!</span></strong><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"><strong></strong></span><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FAK_jtOf70g"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"><strong>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FAK_jtOf70g</strong></span></a>Audreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04834142043038352776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986641843584941816.post-85556323465583678342007-11-23T02:44:00.000-08:002007-11-23T03:14:39.643-08:00<p><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vla11PrcuEk"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vla11PrcuEk</span></strong></a></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;">"você é mesmo um anjo, mas eu sou um demônio..."</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;">Presciso do que nao presciso, o importante é o que nao importa.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;">and kiss me hardcore!</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;">;P</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;">(...)</span></strong></p>Audreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04834142043038352776noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986641843584941816.post-70909277437620697472007-11-20T15:59:00.000-08:002007-11-20T16:07:27.335-08:00<strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">"Que dia estranho..." - Disse ela ao suspirar olhando para o céu e notar q ele ainda era o mesmo.<br /></span><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><br /></span></strong><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">Aumenta o som, que hoje nao quero ouvir nem meu pensamento.. nao quero esperar do mundo mais uma gota de chuva q seja, cansei dessa realidade!<br />Não sei bem o que quero, só sei que quero JÁ!!!!<br /><br /><br /><br />JÁ!<br /><br /><br />.....</span></strong>Audreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04834142043038352776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986641843584941816.post-69380603244949011512007-11-19T15:22:00.000-08:002007-11-19T15:30:24.416-08:00<strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">Well my heart knows me better than I know myself</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">So I'm gonna let it do all the talking.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">I came across a place in the middle of nowhere</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">With a big black horse and a cherry tree.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">I felt a little fear upon my back</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">He said "Don't look back, just keep on walking.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">"When the big black horse said, "Hey lady!"</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">{When the big black horse said, "Look this way"}</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">Said, "Look this way, will you marry me?" </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">{Said, "Hey, lady, will you marry me?"}</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">But I said no,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">no, no, no-no-no</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">I said no, no, you're not the one for me</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">No, no, no, no-no-no</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">I said no, no, you're not the one for me</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">And my heart hit a problem, in the early hours,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">So I stopped it dead for a beat or two.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">But I cut some cord, and I shouldn't have done it,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">And it won't forgive me after all these years</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">So I sent it to a place in the middle of nowhere</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">With a big black horse and a cherry tree.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">Now it won't come back, 'cause it's oh so happy</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">And now I've got a hole for the world to see</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">And it said no, no, </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">no, no-no-no</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">Said no, no, you're not the one for me</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">No, no, no, no-no-no-no</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">Said no, no, you're not the one for me</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">{Not the one for me}</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">Said no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">You're not the one for me</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">You're not the one for me</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">(do, do, do, do)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">Well I was</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">Big black horse and a cherry tree</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">I can't quite get there 'cause my heart's forsaken me</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">Big black horse and a cherry tree</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">(Big black horse and a cherry tree) </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;">I can't quite get there 'cause my heart's forsaken me</span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"></span>Audreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04834142043038352776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986641843584941816.post-15817846405642300452007-11-06T04:59:00.000-08:002007-11-06T05:14:02.755-08:00<strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;">nham... ja imaginou duas aguas parelelas de densidades diferentes?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;">uma sobre a outra e cada uma com +/- o tamanho do infinito? eu já!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;">:}</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;">e brincando de passar de uma realidade pra outra, flutuo pelo meu mundo imaginando...! XD</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;">(...)</span></strong>Audreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04834142043038352776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986641843584941816.post-38602158907540624332007-10-21T15:14:00.000-07:002007-10-21T15:18:17.226-07:00<strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ff9900;">"And you already know.<br />Yeah, you already know how this will end.<br />There is no escape,<br />From the slave-catchers' songs.<br />For all of the loved ones gone.<br />Forever's not so long.<br /><br />And in your soul,<br />They poked a million holes.<br />But you never lettem show.<br />C'mon it's time to go.<br /><br />And..<br />You..<br />Already know.<br />Yeah, you already know<br />How this will end. "<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#990000;">falta um pouco de cor no meu mundo...<br />um pouco de sal na minha vida..<br />mas reclamar nao resolve nada!<br /><br /></span><span style="color:#ff9900;">:}</span></span></strong>Audreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04834142043038352776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986641843584941816.post-71981936366803068952007-10-16T18:47:00.000-07:002007-10-16T19:39:35.940-07:00<span style="color:#990000;"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">"mastiga as abelhas que hoje não tem melado"</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">"você é oito ou oitenta, sempre" </span></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Nao me arrependo de nada, nunca me arrependi, e nao tenho medo de pedir desculpas quando acho q devo.</span> Mas s<span style="font-size:85%;">empre tive medo de perder as pessoas q eu gosto.. e acabo sendo até meio pocessiva com elas acho. Talvez seja por medo delas irem embora de repente, do jeito q eu ja fiz tantas vezes..</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">To cansada de levar patada.. de tentar decifrar as pessoas sendo q na verdade queria q me decifrassem =~ " se nao se interessam eles q estao perdendo" hahahahah me sinto meio patetica até.. de dar atençao justo pra quem me ignora, nao sei adivinhar pensamentos, nao sei mesmo. Sou sincera sempre.. pq é assim q eu sou... nao sei ser diferente, ficar com as coisas entaladas na garganta, entao eu sempre digo o q to sentindo, mesmo q isso mude daqui a 10 minutos. Bem q todo mundo podia ser assim... evitaria tanto problema.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">ha, pra q me importar agora neh.. daqui uns meses vou embora mesmo..haha e vc, q nao sente minha falta, nem vai perceber. ;}</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Porque sera q ninguem se importa?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Sou tão sem sal assim? a ponto de nao despertar curiosidade em nenhum aspecto?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Tenho um mundo inteiro.. inteirinho.. q nao conhece, e nao quer conhecer? um pouco de reaçao nao faz mal a ninguem.. nem q seja ruim...</span> (<span style="font-size:85%;">longe de mim quere q seja.. mas podia me dizer o q passa na sua cabeça as vezes.. só pra variar)</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Se nao quer conhecer meu mundo, pq nao me diz? Eu nunca mais te incomodaria...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">nossa a proporçao desse pensamento parece enorme, e nao é tao grande assim.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Melhor ficar quieta, um dia alguem vai querer saber das criaturas q em meu mundo vivem.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">quão Amelie Poulain ainda aguento ser antes de trincar? =~</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /></strong></span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L1SZvhCNIY0"><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>www.youtube.com/watch?v=L1SZvhCNIY0</strong></span></a><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span>Audreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04834142043038352776noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986641843584941816.post-76055379397543700132007-10-15T11:31:00.000-07:002007-10-15T11:43:12.209-07:00<strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">nham...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">e com o coração na garganta ela se perguntava, </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">- do he miss me somethimes..?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">suki da yo!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">;}</span></strong>Audreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04834142043038352776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986641843584941816.post-12869362787974982992007-10-10T19:34:00.000-07:002007-10-10T19:41:10.469-07:00<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ChW8DpALJpo&NR=1"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;">www.youtube.com/watch?v=ChW8DpALJpo&NR=1</span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><br /><br />ha!<br />o_o<br />gosto dela XD<br />e essa musica arrepiou .</span></strong>Audreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04834142043038352776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986641843584941816.post-61149754570428324232007-10-02T06:40:00.000-07:002007-10-02T06:47:42.852-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>E entao lá estavam as portas do meu mundo entre abertas..<br />nao tem a menor curiosidade de ver como ele funciona? =~</strong></span>Audreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04834142043038352776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986641843584941816.post-81215476857545380052007-09-13T15:18:00.000-07:002007-09-13T15:53:47.396-07:00<strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;">"dig me up from under what is covering the better part of me. "<br />"...when everything else is gone."<br /><br /><br />musica maldita...<br />eu sei q é sua...mas dexa ela ser um pouco minha tb?<br />tem partes dela q passam pela minha corrente sanguínea e vao até a minha alma fácil...<br />hahahahhahaha<br />q emo isso ¬¬<br /><br />chega de drama!<br /><br /><br />. <- ponto final na cota de drama diario!!</span></em></strong>Audreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04834142043038352776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986641843584941816.post-81013882132153762642007-09-11T18:19:00.000-07:002007-09-11T20:20:02.296-07:00<strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">E entao la estava eu... como sempre sendo quase atropelada ao atravessar a rua, roendo as unhas pelas calçadas e vendo o maldito por do sol escorrer pelo ceu.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">Tanta coisa tem passado pela minha cabeça... nao sei explicar (pra variar neh ¬¬), nem sei expressar direito (o q tb nao é novidade..) mas alguma coisa eu sei q tem..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">uma caixinha de surpresas...encontrou uma caixinha de cor inusitada pelo caminho, e nao sabe como abri-la! o q a dexa intrigada...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">intrigada!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">vc me deixa assim.. intrigada! podia ao menos fazer de conta q revela algo...mas nao faz...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">e tb nao fala!</span></strong><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">o silencio me enforca, e eu gosto!</span></strong></div><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">o_o</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">como assim eu gosto!? ué.. eu simplesmente gosto... gosto te odiando.. por me fazer pensar em ti</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">é... e vc me lembra uma banda q eu ouvia .. e se dissipou da minha mente vai saber pq... e agora da vontade de ouvir.. hahahahahha</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">quão bobo é isso? MUITO!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">XD</span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span>Audreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04834142043038352776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986641843584941816.post-53420748041405111562007-07-28T13:26:00.000-07:002007-07-28T14:36:57.841-07:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092348799267824178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwvEUOpJVzdeqOGBmZL7vXfouQGStP6zjqCLx_UOo8_OWD9h8B_WmRiO_rAkwLUzac84XhBugu648Eh44g8aMMCOQbhRrd3pffQslD3GcjxFFq06NcuHm7B_oRQFaw-OX9u4lXiTApGcc/s320/cantsee.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">E quem diria....</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">q seria essa uma das melhores viajens da minha vida..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">florianopolis é tanta coisa...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">tanta coisa ... ideias borbulhantes na minha cabeça..</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">borbulhantes...</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">borbulhando...</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">e borbulhando.......</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">nham... desenhando cada dia mais...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">como poderia a vida nao ser perfeita...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">se ela é simplesmente assim como ela é iuhuhhuh</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">amigos novos daqueles de verdade! .. como faz bem *_*</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">nossa! tao clixê pensar assim... mas é q eu to tao acostumada a complicar tudo.. e ver defeitos em tudo.. q agora q resolvi calar a boca e ouvir um pouco... vi o tanto q o q me atrapalhava era a minha voz estridente!</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">planos traçados... agora vai?!</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span>Audreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04834142043038352776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986641843584941816.post-82524005931051268972007-03-07T11:19:00.000-08:002007-03-07T11:20:31.559-08:00<strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">"Disléxicos são pensadores visuais e multidimensionais. São intuitivos e altamente criativos, sempre aprendendo mais facilmente "na prática". Por pensar visualmente, às vezes é difícil para os disléxicos compreenderem letras, símbolos e números sem instanciá-los para a realidade através de métodos como associação de palavras e símbolos com imagens ou então números e contas com dedos, podendo tornar a leitura mais laboriosa e lenta.O disléxico, na maior parte das vezes, possui QI acima da média e é muito criativo. O motivo está no fato de o lado direito do cérebro, relativo a essas duas qualidades, ser maior que o esquerdo, utilizado no aprendizado.Alguns pesquisadores acreditam que pessoas disléxicas têm até uma maior probabilidade de serem bem sucedidas; acredita-se que a batalha inicial de disléxicos para aprender de maneira convencional estimula sua criatividade e desenvolve uma habilidade para lidar melhor com problemas e com o stress."</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">vejam só.... descobri enfim onde me encaixo!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">o_o</span></strong>Audreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04834142043038352776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986641843584941816.post-52345881293424030362007-02-24T16:21:00.000-08:002007-02-24T16:27:53.039-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGlgRLDWnLsaCZ-0UD4b1ygioQddWLRL-x4Su29CITKs8pxCHG6VTvCwzdzAgczNvfby_zqu8tBtxolFKXZEoT6iZcex48sYEL2DetBfIwlrHrdJcWT7Wg-c21ZfwAVMKK6yZFPgLwVVo/s1600-h/inveeja.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035261628678901154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="154" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGlgRLDWnLsaCZ-0UD4b1ygioQddWLRL-x4Su29CITKs8pxCHG6VTvCwzdzAgczNvfby_zqu8tBtxolFKXZEoT6iZcex48sYEL2DetBfIwlrHrdJcWT7Wg-c21ZfwAVMKK6yZFPgLwVVo/s320/inveeja.bmp" width="278" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">Nossa... q horrivel hj...</span></strong><br /></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">odeio oficialmente o dia de hj! o_o</span></strong><br /></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">q inveja.. q angustia eu senti!</span></strong><br /></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">de ter q trabalhar.. e encontrar em todo quanto é lugar da cidade pessoas q eu conheco... descançando..vivendo a boa vida q eles tem lotada de dinheiro!</span></strong><br /></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">u_u bem vestidos... comendo bem.. acompanhados dos amigos...</span></strong><br /></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">=~~ ai q inveja... inveja de ter q trabalhar e olhar pra cara deles...</span></strong><br /></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">inveja de nao ter as oportunidades q eles tem.. mesmo tendo mais talento..</span></strong><br /></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">nossa! nunca me senti tao inferior na vida! =/</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">e nunca senti tanta inveja do dinheiro alheio...</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">maldito seja esse dia! >//////////////</span></strong></div>Audreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04834142043038352776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986641843584941816.post-18152278246714366522007-02-18T16:18:00.000-08:002007-02-18T16:20:18.424-08:00<strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa<br />mas cozinhar vicia demaissssss!!!<br />\o\<br />e da vontade de aprender cada vez mais.. fazer mais bonito.. mais gostoso mais incrementado!<br />e da vontade de fazer todo mundo provar!<br />XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD<br />bom demais!<br />neh?<br />é!<br />oajdoiasdjpoasidjasiuhdoaisu<br />\o\~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br />uhul!!!!!<br />shows pulantes da minha viiiiiida!XD</span></strong>Audreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04834142043038352776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986641843584941816.post-11832957002367136242007-02-14T07:09:00.000-08:002007-02-14T07:12:01.050-08:00<p align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzPnOwWdYRxid6_LeRfr8WzHa_aXk6kixAwaviH1E8BDBXe9yrhIpB_Aw8I-UJuAka4ILnHWx-xgv5KB_mRXQFNL1C_2JhXDP8sxwLUzR_IXZGuZnce8Zb_G6Gb5cZv48eZvUNCaaMTT4/s1600-h/shinytoyguns3.jpg"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031407359387209106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="217" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzPnOwWdYRxid6_LeRfr8WzHa_aXk6kixAwaviH1E8BDBXe9yrhIpB_Aw8I-UJuAka4ILnHWx-xgv5KB_mRXQFNL1C_2JhXDP8sxwLUzR_IXZGuZnce8Zb_G6Gb5cZv48eZvUNCaaMTT4/s320/shinytoyguns3.jpg" width="213" border="0" /></span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">shyni toy guns!</span></strong></p><p align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">*_*</span></strong></p><p align="justify"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p2OUsQN6fQY"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p2OUsQN6fQY</span></strong></a></p>Audreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04834142043038352776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986641843584941816.post-37021529858224200572007-02-12T07:03:00.000-08:002007-02-09T06:57:18.215-08:00<strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">"Diamond dust skin<br />Rubi veins are her hair<br />And eyes of clear amber<br />A girl made of jewels<br />Or are they made of you?"</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">Ben Harper - diamonds on the inside</span></strong>Audreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04834142043038352776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986641843584941816.post-84206936714608862352007-02-09T06:50:00.000-08:002007-02-09T06:55:10.577-08:00<div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>SHINY TOY GUNS</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>"Don't Cry Out"</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>I don't get you . .</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>I can't forget what you've forgotten</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>All along</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>I've never been so alone</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>[B-section]</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Don't Cry Out</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Cease Fire</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>I was pretending</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Your secret kiss of confidence</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Was my escape</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>The perfect game to play...</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>[Chorus]</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Ten nine eight and I'm breaking away</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>I'm all dressed up and I'm ready to play</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Seven six five four and I'm all over you</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Counting three two one and I'm having fun...</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Your fascination</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>With naked walls of silk and skin</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>With no conditionsI needed you to notice....</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>That's all I wanted</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>=x</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></div>Audreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04834142043038352776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986641843584941816.post-78864275218905441372007-02-08T07:10:00.000-08:002007-02-07T17:58:45.446-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPaFRB1gkNAs53dKEA2xcqqx3Ak4wLSCj74o1l4pXlKgXJwpMFDS4_TFm7TiWmZ_YPtBGCZ_0lYycLvGZQnffpV7eVUys77cpWU3u3BRp_qx-Mdc7XFOSNFsimWmwzGsrXUX2KoVekiNg/s1600-h/lolypop.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029182789666180482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" height="234" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPaFRB1gkNAs53dKEA2xcqqx3Ak4wLSCj74o1l4pXlKgXJwpMFDS4_TFm7TiWmZ_YPtBGCZ_0lYycLvGZQnffpV7eVUys77cpWU3u3BRp_qx-Mdc7XFOSNFsimWmwzGsrXUX2KoVekiNg/s320/lolypop.jpg" width="257" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">interessante a importancia dos nossos sonhos na nossa vida...</span></strong><br /></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">e a tristeza q é quando algo sai errado...</span></strong><br /></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">mas o bom mesmo é quando da errado e vc consegue colocar o trem de volta em cima dos trilhos... acho q tem a ver com vc contornando situaçoes q vc nem esperava encontrar.. e conseguir!</span></strong><br /></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">é o q aconteceu comigo... e hj vou buscar as cvamisetas q mandei fazer pra vender com estampas de pin ups! ^^</span></strong><br /></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">viva!\o\</span></strong><br /></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">espero q venda, venda muito, pra eu poder continuar fazendo camisetas cada vez melhores...e depois emfim começar a vender peças desenhadas por mim ^^ mal posso esperar... \o\~~~</span></strong><br /></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">uihiuhiuhiuh</span></strong></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Audreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04834142043038352776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5986641843584941816.post-61675390557356069242007-02-06T14:18:00.000-08:002007-02-06T14:37:22.452-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyeLCzmZtsoYyIOWUWLjwjyZJpyBdctpY7woOJ-Vcbfo74zo0Ziuzta3EdM-QNxSPJQIyXKG4uYJpdMj6tKO-43YHfFPgqIAge3X6hs-cgpEMNzvJ0qGKOLnrMYKbc1_wXqSSy1o6Xne8/s1600-h/1167437822_f.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028552550370972290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" height="250" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyeLCzmZtsoYyIOWUWLjwjyZJpyBdctpY7woOJ-Vcbfo74zo0Ziuzta3EdM-QNxSPJQIyXKG4uYJpdMj6tKO-43YHfFPgqIAge3X6hs-cgpEMNzvJ0qGKOLnrMYKbc1_wXqSSy1o6Xne8/s320/1167437822_f.jpg" width="278" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>hum...</strong></span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>ontem a noite me ocorreu algo estranho...</strong></span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>estranho nao, estranhíssimo! </strong></span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>pra variar um pouco dos meus ataques tagarelísticos mentais.. "calei".</strong></span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>e fiquei ouvindo o som q o silencio fazia...</strong></span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>e pra minha surpresa ele faz muito barulho!</strong></span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>sim! barulho! chegou a ser enervante.. e me atrapalhou a dormir.. por umas varias horas...</strong></span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>nao sei descrever.. ams era muitos muitos incontaveis tipos de barulhos ao mesmo tempo.. todos meio q nao fazendo som algum...mas fazendo muito som! o_o</strong></span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>aproveitando q eu tava reparando o silencio.. passei a reparar o escuro q quando fechamos os olhos tambem...bom.. na verdade esse eu ja tinha reparado antes.. é q ontem ele estava particularmente agitado.. com mil imagens em uma só... era qualquer coisa menos preto.. menos escuro!</strong></span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>anyway... silencio ou nao silencio.. eu soh queria q se calasse ontem pra eu poder dormir...</strong></span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>e escuro ou nao escuro.. soh queria q nao estivesse tao agitado ontem.. pra eu poder dormir..</strong></span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>nao , nao tem nada de errado acontecendo comigo... nao to de mal humor.. nem estressada...</strong></span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>talvezes esteja levemente desenhante...</strong></span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>XD</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"><strong>=*</strong></span></div>Audreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04834142043038352776noreply@blogger.com3