<?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-2123524679018747796</id><updated>2011-07-07T19:18:03.883-07:00</updated><category term='Blog&apos;novela &quot;A Faculdade&quot;'/><category term='meme'/><category term='foto'/><category term='pensamentos'/><category term='dicas'/><category term='frases'/><category term='fuçando'/><category term='abstratas'/><category term='presentes'/><category term='contos'/><category term='desabafo'/><category term='O mais comentado'/><category term='Primeiro post'/><category term='luto'/><category term='filmes'/><title type='text'>.Bella Mensant!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>116</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-7508859728212770365</id><published>2010-09-21T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T10:47:18.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Novo endereço!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; 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font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Loucura faz parte da &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vida&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-7229837103003881974?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/7229837103003881974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=7229837103003881974&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/7229837103003881974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/7229837103003881974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2010/08/loucura-faz-parte-da-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-7592118153258479905</id><published>2010-06-05T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T16:22:00.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caio F. Abreu</title><content type='html'>Tenho trabalhado tanto, mas &lt;strong&gt;penso sempre em você&lt;/strong&gt;. Mais de tardezinha que de manhã, mais naqueles dias que parecem poeira assentada aos poucos, e com mais força enquanto a noite avança. Não são pensamentos escuros, embora noturnos. Tão transparentes que até parecem de vidro, vidro tão fino que, quando penso mais forte, parece que vai ficar assim clack! e quebrar em cacos, o pensamento que penso de você. &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Se não dormisse cedo nem estivesse quase sempre cansado, acho que esses pensamentos quase doeriam e fariam clack&lt;/span&gt;! de madrugada e eu me veria catando cacos de vidro entre os lençóis. Brilham, na palma da minha mão. Num deles, tem uma borboleta de asa rasgada. Noutro, um barco confundido com a linha do horizonte, onde também tem uma ilha. Não, não: acho que a ilha mora num caquinho só dela. Noutro, um punhal de jade. Coisas assim, &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;algumas ferem&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;mesmo essas&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;são sempre bonitas&lt;/span&gt;. Parecem filme, livro, quadro. Não doem porque não ameaçam. &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Nada que eu penso de você ameaça&lt;/span&gt;. Durmo cedo, nunca quebra. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Trecho de &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Cartas Anônimas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;span style="background-color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah Caio! sempre traduzindo em palavras sentimentos intradúziveis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-7592118153258479905?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/7592118153258479905/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=7592118153258479905&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/7592118153258479905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/7592118153258479905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2010/06/caio-f-abreu.html' title='Caio F. Abreu'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-5905253543258825601</id><published>2010-06-01T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T16:19:36.197-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abstratas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contos'/><title type='text'>Carta pra você!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/TAWSKqC-r6I/AAAAAAAAAaI/1FzBejRk--k/s1600/Cartas_by_kasansass.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/TAWSKqC-r6I/AAAAAAAAAaI/1FzBejRk--k/s320/Cartas_by_kasansass.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Escrevo hoje esta carta que sei que nem chegaras a ler, jogará num catinho do quarto ou mesmo em um ataque de raiva&amp;nbsp;diretamento no lixo, aos pedaçinhos. Mesmo assim a escrevo.&amp;nbsp;Escrevo para me&amp;nbsp;desculpar pelas promessas que jamais serão cumpridas, escrevo para&amp;nbsp;pedir perdão pela falta de reciprocidade com as emoções sentidas, pedir-lhe desculpas sinceras pelas lá&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;grimas&lt;/span&gt; derramadas e desehar-lhe com todo o sentimento existente em mim que sejas feliz. Sei que vindo de mim, um homem que nunca saberá a intensidade de um sentimento verdadeiro, como me disse antes de partir, parecerá injúria, mas desejo-lhe sim a mais completa felicidade. Sei que em algum momento das nossas vidas te fiz uma mulher feliz, te fiz sorrir e sonhar como nos romances que toda noite lia ao deitar-se. Sei que bem no âmago de seu coração uma batida ainda será por mim. Espero que nas noites chuvosas, lembre-se&amp;nbsp;do calor dos meus braços protegendo-a quando com medo dos raios você me procurava debaixo dos &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: yellow;"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;nçois&lt;/span&gt;. Espero que se lembre também da minha respiração em seu pescoço que te fazia arrepiar, lembre-se dos &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;sussurros&lt;/span&gt; ao pé do ouvido e acima de tudo lembre-se das batidas do meu coração que palpitava com tanta intensidade ao te ver. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peço hoje as mais sinceras desculpas por perceber só agora que a amo, que a desejo e que sem você o tempo será apenas números naquele calendário amarelado que você deixou&amp;nbsp;antes de partir. Aquele calendário lembra? Q&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: yellow;"&gt;ue&lt;/span&gt; ganhamos naquela loja de presentes, onde você se apaixonou por um sapo de pelúcia e algo me diz que por mim também...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Perdão pelos erros de português e pelas manchas do papel. Mas ao escrever percebi que as lágrimas pulavam de dentro de mim. Perdão por deixa-la ir sem lutar, por &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;faze&lt;/span&gt;-la descobrir que não sou quem por tanto tempo pensou que eu fosse. Mas, meu bem,&amp;nbsp;me prometa que&amp;nbsp;vai se agasalhar quando estiver frio? que vai se alimentar melhor? que cuidará mais de você? P&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;romete&lt;/span&gt; que sempre antes de dormir, rezará por mim baixinho? que não vai beber e dirigir? P&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;romete&lt;/span&gt; que mesmo não me amando, não esquecerá, que mesmo por alguns minutos, eu te fiz feliz? Prometa e em troca lhe prometo&amp;nbsp;não incomodar mais [...] Só as vezes, quando a saudade apertar tão forte e eu tentar escrever uma carta que como disse nem chegarás a ler. Por fim, espero que encontre alguém que tenha a sorte de perceber a sorte que tem de ter você. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beijos ! Daquele que te &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: yellow;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt;a!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-5905253543258825601?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/5905253543258825601/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=5905253543258825601&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/5905253543258825601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/5905253543258825601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2010/06/carta-pra-voce.html' title='Carta pra você!'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/TAWSKqC-r6I/AAAAAAAAAaI/1FzBejRk--k/s72-c/Cartas_by_kasansass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-2917122246059938666</id><published>2010-05-24T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T17:11:46.167-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contos'/><title type='text'>Desejo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/S_sU27saYXI/AAAAAAAAAaA/0HXGCIuJjs0/s1600/cama%20desfeita.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/S_sU27saYXI/AAAAAAAAAaA/0HXGCIuJjs0/s320/cama%2520desfeita.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Os olhares se cruzaram, era noite de sexta-feira, com o desejo ardente e a lua como um fanático&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;voyer&lt;/span&gt;, se entregaram! Ardentes como brasas de uma fogueira &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;recém&lt;/span&gt; acesa, os corpos uniam-se naquele momento. A respiração tornara-se densa e &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;descompassada&lt;/span&gt;, o prazer exalava a cada toque sensações jamais imaginadas.. O &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;extâ&lt;/span&gt;se daquele momento tão aguardado, tão desejado tornava tudo mais intenso,&amp;nbsp;palavras sussurradas ao pé do ouvido fazia&amp;nbsp;o corpo delirar ainda mais. O gozo&amp;nbsp;reprimido por tanto tempo, enfim se concretizaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[. . .] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Após tórridos momentos de entrega&amp;nbsp;e satisfação, desatrelaram-se. A lua que desde o começo testemunhava o ato calada, deleitava-se agora com as confidências trocadas. Os carros que passavam na rua compunham a trilha sonora daquele momento. Os lençóis molhados e desfeitos após tanta excitação, agora repousavam sobre as formas &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;voluptuosas&lt;/span&gt; da mulher, que cansada e extremamente feliz adormecia nos braços daquele que por enquanto possuía.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: yellow;"&gt;Isabella&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: yellow;"&gt;Mensant&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-2917122246059938666?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/2917122246059938666/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=2917122246059938666&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/2917122246059938666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/2917122246059938666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2010/05/desejo.html' title='Desejo!'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/S_sU27saYXI/AAAAAAAAAaA/0HXGCIuJjs0/s72-c/cama%2520desfeita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-7067759759647567408</id><published>2010-05-06T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T21:38:32.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PAIXÃO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/S-OZLLSIs8I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/F31gW77dskg/s1600/timao_76696.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/S-OZLLSIs8I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/F31gW77dskg/s400/timao_76696.jpg" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Libertadores. Que venha a próxima.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao apito do juiz, já sabíamos a sentença. E, na sentença do futebol, não cabe recurso. Era garantir ou perder a vaga. Perdemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas somos &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;corinthianos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Sofredores. E se tem coisa que o sofrimento ensinou pra gente foi que ele tem que durar pouco. Que depois da derrota sempre vem um ponto-final. Ponto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No instante seguinte, começa uma nova fase. Outra história. Um novo momento pra gente reaprender como se grita, canta, clama. Como se cobra, pede, exige. E que, acima de tudo, como se ama o Corinthians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse instante já chegou. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque, se em 100 anos de história nós ganhamos muitos títulos, perdemos outros. Exatamente como qualquer time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, ao contrário de um time qualquer, somos nós os únicos com uma nação de milhões de corinthianos loucos pela próxima Libertadores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: x-large;"&gt;E ela virá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6/5/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Carta da Nike a nação Corintiana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-7067759759647567408?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/7067759759647567408/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=7067759759647567408&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/7067759759647567408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/7067759759647567408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2010/05/paixao.html' title='PAIXÃO!!!'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/S-OZLLSIs8I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/F31gW77dskg/s72-c/timao_76696.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-7329453803808902839</id><published>2010-05-04T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T23:21:11.144-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto'/><title type='text'>Amaralina - Salvador</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/S-B0_tX_ilI/AAAAAAAAAZk/a6eFktB0cDE/s1600/salvador+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/S-B0_tX_ilI/AAAAAAAAAZk/a6eFktB0cDE/s400/salvador+2.jpg" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;©&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Olhando o mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/S-B0h26AMNI/AAAAAAAAAZc/Gq7kFTPm39I/s1600/salvador.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/S-B0h26AMNI/AAAAAAAAAZc/Gq7kFTPm39I/s400/salvador.jpg" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;©&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Descanço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fotografias: Isabella Mensant!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-7329453803808902839?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/7329453803808902839/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=7329453803808902839&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/7329453803808902839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/7329453803808902839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2010/05/amaralina-salvador.html' title='Amaralina - Salvador'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/S-B0_tX_ilI/AAAAAAAAAZk/a6eFktB0cDE/s72-c/salvador+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-6747523016749597081</id><published>2010-04-23T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T19:38:05.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>M.Ã.E</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/S9JVpueZmVI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/-VQ531C9B9Q/s1600/a+coisa+mais+linda+do+mundo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/S9JVpueZmVI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/-VQ531C9B9Q/s400/a+coisa+mais+linda+do+mundo.jpg" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Ser &lt;strong&gt;MÃE&lt;/strong&gt; é ser completa, do principio ao fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Ser &lt;strong&gt;MÃE&lt;/strong&gt; é educar e amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Ser &lt;strong&gt;MÃE&lt;/strong&gt; é nascer e crescer junto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Ser &lt;strong&gt;MÃE&lt;/strong&gt; é mostrar o caminho e aprender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Ser &lt;strong&gt;MÃE&lt;/strong&gt; é amar e ser amada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Ser &lt;strong&gt;MÃE&lt;/strong&gt; é conviver e sofrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Ser &lt;strong&gt;MÃE&lt;/strong&gt; é ser indispensável e inesquecivel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Ser &lt;strong&gt;MÃE&lt;/strong&gt; é se doar e receber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Ser &lt;strong&gt;MÃE&lt;/strong&gt; é dizer não, impor limites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Ser&lt;strong&gt; MÃE&lt;/strong&gt; é ter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Ser &lt;strong&gt;MÃE&lt;/strong&gt; é se preocupar e confiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Ser &lt;strong&gt;MÃE&lt;/strong&gt; é ser você ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;- Dedicado a melhor &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;MÃE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; do universo: &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;A MINHA!&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te amo muito minha mamitxaa!! Quando crescer se eu for metade do que és, serei super.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-6747523016749597081?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/6747523016749597081/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=6747523016749597081&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/6747523016749597081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/6747523016749597081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2010/04/mae.html' title='M.Ã.E'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/S9JVpueZmVI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/-VQ531C9B9Q/s72-c/a+coisa+mais+linda+do+mundo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-1443520081035922463</id><published>2010-04-10T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T16:10:46.430-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filmes'/><title type='text'>. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;- Pelo que vale, nunca é tarde demais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Seja aquilo que quiser ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Não há limite de tempo, pode começar quando quiser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Pode mudar ou ficar na mesma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Não há regras para isso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Pode escolher o melhor ou o pior da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Espero que escolha o melhor da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Espero que veja as coisas que a surpreendam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Espero que sinta coisas que nunca sentiu antes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Espero que conheça pessoas com diferentes pontos de vista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;E espero que viva uma vida da qual se orgulhe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;E se pensar que é capaz, espero que tenha força [. . .] para começar de novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; |&lt;span style="color: orange; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Curioso caso de Benjamin Button - Filme&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-1443520081035922463?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/1443520081035922463/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=1443520081035922463&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/1443520081035922463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/1443520081035922463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='. . .'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-8849440927979656456</id><published>2010-04-04T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T06:30:59.807-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'>meu lado.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/S7GOaKsFvpI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Qrnlhio_Imo/s1600/30.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/S7GOaKsFvpI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Qrnlhio_Imo/s400/30.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;©&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do meu lado quero os &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;melhores&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Os melhores amigos, as melhores piadas, os melhores beijos, os melhores humores!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Os melhores programas, as melhores desilusões, os melhores corações!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Do meu lado quero sempre as melhores sensações, os melhores pontos finais e exclamações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Do meu lado quero sempre os melhores e você?!?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-size: x-small;"&gt;por isabella MenSant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-8849440927979656456?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/8849440927979656456/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=8849440927979656456&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/8849440927979656456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/8849440927979656456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2010/03/do-meu-lado-quero-os-melhores.html' title='meu lado.'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/S7GOaKsFvpI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Qrnlhio_Imo/s72-c/30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-904377570910142491</id><published>2010-04-01T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T13:29:00.354-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contos'/><title type='text'>Angela!</title><content type='html'>_Entre todos os dias que Angela se via em perigo o dia 17 de agosto foi o de maior climax! Seus pensamentos quase sempre obscuros, mostravam-lhe sua vida em divisões. Nos dias impares Angela era um anjo que Deus punha na vida de sua família. Nos dias pares o lado negro de sua existência vinha lhe visitar, tornando-a a mulher que ninguem conseguia superar. Mas no dia 17 de agosto alguma coisa aconteceu, não sabia se por estar no periodo mais dificil do mês ou por acabar de presenciar seu namorado a traindo com&amp;nbsp;uma prima. O dia 17 de agosto se enverteu, tornando Angela a menina má dos dias pares. Com desejo de vingança e o sabor amargo da traição que fazia&amp;nbsp;doer a alma, Angela se olhou no espelho. Completamente despida de qualquer sentimento bom, vio no reflexo a mulher que gostaria de ser. Rosto angelical, pele macia, cabelos compridos. Quem a visse por ai, não fazia ideia de seus pensamentos e do que era capaz de fazer. Mas Angela ainda possuia sonhos. Sonhos que naqueles momentos pareciam-lhe distantes mas que mesmo assim, fazia a brecha de sua humanidade entrar pela escuridão. Angela decidiu que aquele dia 17 de agosto seria o dia de sua virada. Deciciu que seria a mesma nos dias pares e impares. Decidiu que nada nem ninguem a faria desistir de sua essência, da sua humanidade... Angustiada pelos rumos de sua vida, entregou-se a si de uma maneira jamais vista. Jogou fora todos os maus pensamentos e sentimentos e renasceu . Naquele dia 17 de agosto nascia uma nova Angela, nascia uma nova mulher... Igual nos dias impares e pares, com exceção da TPM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-904377570910142491?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/904377570910142491/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=904377570910142491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/904377570910142491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/904377570910142491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2010/04/angela.html' title='Angela!'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-5960549894503997524</id><published>2010-03-25T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T21:49:47.372-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contos'/><title type='text'>Luxuria</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Ele marcara às 9 da manhã, ela resolveu que 10 horas era melhor, pois precisava resolver algumas coisas. Ambos estavam ansiosos pelo reencontro, afinal sete anos sem se verem pessoalmente. Ana sentia-se cada vez menos confiante, não era mais aquela mulher fatal e sedutora, que ele conhecia, e por quem se envolvera mesmo sendo comprometido. Ana agora, estava apaixonada por aquele que um dia a fizera prometer que isso jamais aconteceria. Envolveram-se após inúmeras tentativas da parte dele de um breve romance. Ana que sempre se fizera de difícil, acabou entregando-se a uma aventura que se tornaria sua companhia constante. E quanto mais dizia que não queria, maior ficava a vontade de vê-lo, toca-lo, beijá-lo e entregar-se aquele que a fazia se tornar outra mulher, Ele que nunca dera esperanças a pobre moçoila, acabara enfim por envolver-se. E nesta ciranda de confusos sentimentos, se encontraram as dez da manhã na casa dele, onde se entregaram (Ana nervosa como só ele conseguia deixa-la), ele nervoso e louco por aquela a quem arriscava seu casamento ... mas ali na cama os dois se uniram e entregaram-se a loucura, ao calor, aos perfumes inebriantes dos corpos desejosos, ao suor que molhava seus corpos entrelaçados. Naquele momento o mundo ficou do lado de fora da cama, que calada participava do ato de desejo e sedução...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-5960549894503997524?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/5960549894503997524/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=5960549894503997524&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/5960549894503997524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/5960549894503997524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2010/03/luxuria.html' title='Luxuria'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-9016049749363255397</id><published>2010-02-17T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:14:24.016-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'>A menina do Úmbu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/S3zUvOc5lQI/AAAAAAAAAYI/6qQeZyWlB1Q/s1600-h/A+menina+do+Umbu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/S3zUvOc5lQI/AAAAAAAAAYI/6qQeZyWlB1Q/s400/A+menina+do+Umbu.jpg" width="316" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;© &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- E ela olhava pra mim com olhos tão tristonhos, olhos de desilusão. Não tinha culpa de seu destino e muito menos forças para mudá-lo. Vendia na esquina daquela rua movimentada, úmbu para comprar pão. E os passantes que por ela passavam, de tão acostumados com tal situação, nem a olhavam. A cena tornara-se comum, habitual. Crianças sujas e despenteadas pedindo dinheiro ou vendendo balas, mulheres com farrapos carregando bebês como se fossem um saco de batatas implorando por centavos ou restos de comidas. E eu me questiono: "Se Deus é este ser supremo da bondade, porque colocar no mundo almas apenas para conhecer o sofrimento?", espero um dia perguntar-lhe...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;"&amp;nbsp;O mundo está ao contrário e ninguém reparou..." - Nando Reis&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;texto e foto: Isabella Mensant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-9016049749363255397?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/9016049749363255397/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=9016049749363255397&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/9016049749363255397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/9016049749363255397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2010/02/menina-do-umbu.html' title='A menina do Úmbu!'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/S3zUvOc5lQI/AAAAAAAAAYI/6qQeZyWlB1Q/s72-c/A+menina+do+Umbu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-8580184177166906298</id><published>2010-01-18T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T11:29:52.681-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abstratas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Sabeer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hoje sei que o pior drama da vida é não se entregar aos pequenos momentos. As pessoas passam, os momentos não. E olha que pequenos momentos tem uma importancia gigante pra sua vida. Saber que a vida passa rápido demais é angustiante, mais ainda querer voltar no tempo e refazer determinadas coisas. A vida ensina, e estes momentos que passaram te ensinaram a ser a pessoa que és hoje. Não se reprima, não se arrependa, não diga sempre NÃO. Este não poderia ter sido a melhor experiência da sua vida.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-size: x-small;"&gt;escrito por Isabella MenSant! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-8580184177166906298?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/8580184177166906298/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=8580184177166906298&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/8580184177166906298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/8580184177166906298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2010/01/sabeer.html' title='Sabeer!'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-355611181272912055</id><published>2010-01-08T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T11:48:20.849-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abstratas'/><title type='text'>Subida para o ceú!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/S0eKycgpCzI/AAAAAAAAAYA/LcXWXu3HftY/s1600-h/na+estrada+019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/S0eKycgpCzI/AAAAAAAAAYA/LcXWXu3HftY/s400/na+estrada+019.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;©&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;_ E eu que era tão certa sobre o que queria, quando te conheci descobri meu engano. Aquela vida de sonhos que imaginava para mim, tornou-se um devaneio quando te avistei. Não sabendo que as escadas que me levariam para o ceú, também poderiam me fazer cair ao inferno, Me entreguei! E quanto mais subia, mas eu queria descer ... Descobri que&amp;nbsp; o ceú é perfeito demais, que o inferno é bem mais divertido, e nele eu encontraria você. Sofreria, morreria, enlouqueceria, mas parafraseando Khaled Hosseini, autor do livro O caçador de Pipas, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;POR VOCÊ FARIA ISSO MIL VEZES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;escrito e fotografado por Isabella Mensant!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-355611181272912055?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/355611181272912055/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=355611181272912055&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/355611181272912055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/355611181272912055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2010/01/subida-para-o-ceu.html' title='Subida para o ceú!'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/S0eKycgpCzI/AAAAAAAAAYA/LcXWXu3HftY/s72-c/na+estrada+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-8388243470569314107</id><published>2010-01-01T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T14:01:46.784-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'>CUIDADO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/Sz5wXU32GsI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tYeL7cG9_tw/s1600-h/IMG0342A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/Sz5wXU32GsI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tYeL7cG9_tw/s320/IMG0342A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;©&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;_ &lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Todo cuidado é pouco meu bem! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-8388243470569314107?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/8388243470569314107/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=8388243470569314107&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/8388243470569314107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/8388243470569314107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2010/01/cuidado.html' title='CUIDADO!!!'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/Sz5wXU32GsI/AAAAAAAAAX4/tYeL7cG9_tw/s72-c/IMG0342A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-8465688996331204065</id><published>2009-12-06T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T19:36:40.172-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'>O vento!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SxxybjQTgbI/AAAAAAAAAXw/VQBPfC51OXI/s1600-h/O+vento+.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SxxybjQTgbI/AAAAAAAAAXw/VQBPfC51OXI/s400/O+vento+.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;©&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;_ O vento, muda de direção. A vida muda o rumo. Os sonhos antes sonhados, foram transformados em passado. Hoje, o presente trás as lembranças daquilo que foi muito bom, mas, PASSOU!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-8465688996331204065?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/8465688996331204065/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=8465688996331204065&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/8465688996331204065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/8465688996331204065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-vento.html' title='O vento!'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SxxybjQTgbI/AAAAAAAAAXw/VQBPfC51OXI/s72-c/O+vento+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-5882114067375739511</id><published>2009-11-26T20:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T20:51:57.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;L.I.B.E.R.D.A.D.E !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-5882114067375739511?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/5882114067375739511/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=5882114067375739511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/5882114067375739511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/5882114067375739511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2009/11/l.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-7972712317205476799</id><published>2009-11-20T23:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T14:02:51.726-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abstratas'/><title type='text'>Observações</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SwebDT5PMNI/AAAAAAAAAW8/qx8j9igCOCU/s1600/baqueta.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SwebDT5PMNI/AAAAAAAAAW8/qx8j9igCOCU/s400/baqueta.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;©&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;_Lá estava ela. Num cantinho. Absorvendo tudo calada, vendo passar o tempo e as pessoas [...] Vendo-se envelhecer. Mas, sempre quieta, observava aqueles que com certeza não viria mais!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Por Isabella MenSant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-7972712317205476799?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/7972712317205476799/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=7972712317205476799&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/7972712317205476799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/7972712317205476799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2009/11/blogblogs.html' title='Observações'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SwebDT5PMNI/AAAAAAAAAW8/qx8j9igCOCU/s72-c/baqueta.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-6676515389112599018</id><published>2009-11-08T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T18:44:16.169-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contos'/><title type='text'>Vida de Aurélia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SveBWR_GxKI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Imgebt2s7n8/s1600-h/barbie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SveBWR_GxKI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Imgebt2s7n8/s320/barbie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;_ Nos incontáveis jeitos de se divertir, Aurélia se sobresaia sempre de todas as outras garotas de sua idade. Subia nos galhos de árvores mais altos, jogava bola como nenhum garoto o fazia, odiava suas bonecas perfeitas, de cabelos loiros perfeitos, de peitos duros e empinado, de altura desproporcional às mulheres que via nas ruas. NÃO! Definitivamente não era aquilo que queria no auge dos seus 10 anos de idade. Queria ser livre para conhecer outras culturas, queria fazer planos sem precisar consultar o marido (como sempre o fez sua mãe), aliás não se casaria como todas as outras moças. Pra quê? Questionava ela. - Uma moça tem que se casar, ter filhos. Não há nada mais gratificante que cuidar do marido e da casa !_ respondia-lhe sua mãe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aos 15 anos apaixonou-se pela primeira vez. E decidiu que abriria uma exceção.CASARIA, mas só se fosse com Heitor. Este que semana seguinte lhe dizera que gostava de meninos, que não queria nunca casar-se com uma menina feia como Aurélia, que não sabia nem como usar uma saia. DESAPONTOU-se, pobre Aurélia. Jurou que nunca olharia novamente para um rapaz. Assim o fez até que aos 18 anos viu Lucas, -Ah! o Lucas!!! - derretia-se. O pai de Lucas era o mais novo morador da rua, e as meninas já se mostravam prontas para uma guerra rumo aos olhos do herdeiro. Ele parecia não se importar, queria mesmo era saber de meninos. - De novo não! Aborreceu-se Aurélia. - Desculpe mais o que posso fazer se seu irmão é um gato ? - sussurrava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ao passar dos anos Aurélia ficava menos interessada em homens. Os que ela gostava, gostava de meninos. Sempre meninos. Ela então começou a questionar-se o que há de errado com as meninas? São todas tão lindas, sempre arrumadas, sorridentes... Começou então a olhar as mulheres com outros olhares. Estava curiosa para ver o que acontecia aos homens para preferir meninos à meninas. E foi neste olhar mais aprofundado que conheceu Lívia. Lívia disse a ela que nunca achou graça em meninos, que eles eram sujos e insuportáveis. - Prefiro meninas - revelou Lívia. e Aurélia que já não mais questionava respondeu-lhe - EU TAMBÈM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-6676515389112599018?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/6676515389112599018/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=6676515389112599018&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/6676515389112599018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/6676515389112599018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2009/11/vida-de-aurelia.html' title='Vida de Aurélia'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SveBWR_GxKI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Imgebt2s7n8/s72-c/barbie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-57368855358375831</id><published>2009-11-01T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T11:38:28.108-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto'/><title type='text'>Roda Gigante</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/Su3fKUEQAmI/AAAAAAAAAWc/nUoMByhOSjY/s1600-h/aula+03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/Su3fKUEQAmI/AAAAAAAAAWc/nUoMByhOSjY/s320/aula+03.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;© &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: x-small;"&gt;por: Isabella MenSant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-57368855358375831?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/57368855358375831/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=57368855358375831&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/57368855358375831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/57368855358375831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2009/11/roda-gigante.html' title='Roda Gigante'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/Su3fKUEQAmI/AAAAAAAAAWc/nUoMByhOSjY/s72-c/aula+03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-2024938422583567617</id><published>2009-10-23T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T23:08:30.554-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presentes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Crescer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;O tempo antes passava arrastado, as horas pareciam ter mais de 60 minutos. Tempo bom aquele em que acordava cedo, tomava banho, pegava ô&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nibus&lt;/span&gt; e ia para a escola. As 13:20 saia e passava horas na frente do colégio &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;confabulando&lt;/span&gt; com as amigas, e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;paquerando&lt;/span&gt; os meninos que nunca olhavam pra gente. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Éramos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;aborrecentes&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, na faculdade aos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;récem&lt;/span&gt; completos 20 anos. A hora passa num sopro, os dias parecem ter menos de 24 horas. Não pego mais &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ônibus&lt;/span&gt;, mas pago as contas. Não acordo cedo, mas quase não durmo. Os meninos ... hoje existe um só, que me dá um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;trabalho&lt;/span&gt; :P A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;família&lt;/span&gt; tá longe, a casa quase vazia mostra a rotina decadente de uma estudante em crise financeira, os colegas de classe te vêem todos os dias, mas não sabem o que se passa realmente com você. Não te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;conhecem&lt;/span&gt;. A multidão passa apressada e você segue o rumo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É e dizem que crescer é fácil!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganhei &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;selinhoo&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O blog da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Carlinha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://afogandoempalavras.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://afogandoempalavras.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; me indicou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395667017791265058" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SuFCkLG9WSI/AAAAAAAAAUo/IfcvWAODsm8/s320/Carla.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 200px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 112px;" /&gt;Regras: Passa para 15 blog's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; eu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; meio sem tempo vou fazer uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;exceção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os 15 primeiros coment's podem se apoderar do SelO &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-2024938422583567617?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/2024938422583567617/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=2024938422583567617&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/2024938422583567617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/2024938422583567617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-tempo-antes-passava-arrastado-as.html' title='Crescer!'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SuFCkLG9WSI/AAAAAAAAAUo/IfcvWAODsm8/s72-c/Carla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-3632261092957249909</id><published>2009-10-12T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T00:34:11.786-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contos'/><title type='text'>Encontros ²</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/StQtWdeZ9qI/AAAAAAAAAUg/wNW5c05Yk7k/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391984517761857186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/StQtWdeZ9qI/AAAAAAAAAUg/wNW5c05Yk7k/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/StQsMAK2wTI/AAAAAAAAAUY/NhggMkJReho/s1600-h/primeiro-encontro.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;" Sábado, uma bela manhã de verão. A piscina estava exuberantemente azul, o sol batia em sua pele bronzeada. O biquíni vermelho reluzia contra o sol, o cabelo loiro caído nos ombros, me deixava completamente fascinado. Quem era aquela mulher? Me mudei há dois anos, para aquela pequena cidade do sul, já estava completamente adaptado a nova vida, aos novos costumes. Mas aquela mulher, era completamente estranha aquele habitat, ela tinha a vivacidade de uma adolescente, os olhos negros totalmente absortos na pequena criança que brincava na beira da piscina. ' Meu Deus, será sua filha? Uma mulher assim, claro que é casada', tantos pensamentos passavam pela minha cabeça naqueles momentos. Mas o que mais eu conseguia pensar era naquela linda mulher em meus braços, acariciando sua pele macia, beijando cada sentimentro daquele corpo perfeito. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Os piores pensamentos passavam pela minha cabeça doentia agora, foi quando ela olhou para mim. Tudo se encheu de luz, meus pensamentos já não eram mais meus. Meus olhos fixados naquele olhar misterioso, em seu rosto perfeito sob a luz do sol. O mundo havia parado naquele instante, que eu nem percebi a anfitriã se aproximar. 15 segundos, foi o bastante para eu tirar os olhos daquela criatura magnifica. Quando me virei, ela estava encantadoramente na minha frente, a menos de um palmo da minha boca. -Olá! _ as palavras NÃO saiam da minha boca, meu coração pulsava descordenado. Meus sentidos totalmente confusos com aquele aroma de Damasco no ar. Paralizado, era assim que eu estava e pelO jeito era assim que ficaria por muito, muito tempo -Eu sou a Clarisse! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/2123524679018747796-3632261092957249909?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/3632261092957249909/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=3632261092957249909&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/3632261092957249909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/3632261092957249909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2009/10/encontros.html' title='Encontros ²'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/StQtWdeZ9qI/AAAAAAAAAUg/wNW5c05Yk7k/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-838543790374749391</id><published>2009-09-24T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T18:35:22.721-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abstratas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Percepção</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SrwdH7pgqXI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/A3HZs25fuBM/s1600-h/1212249960_casalmaosdadas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385211276536359282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SrwdH7pgqXI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/A3HZs25fuBM/s320/1212249960_casalmaosdadas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;- Naquela noite percebi o que não és apenas mais um a dividir a cama e a minha intimidade .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;No calor do teu corpo, no fulgor dos teus beijos eu senti o que há muito eu tentava negar &lt;strong&gt;[ . . . ]&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Não és apenas mais um dos meus casos, és especial. És o meu número, o meu encaixe, o meu prazer . És minhas pernas envoltas ao teu corpo, meu sussurro de prazer no teu ouvido, és parte de mim em um todo . És meu sorrisso bobo no meio da multidão, és minhas lembranças mais que revisadas na hora de durmir . És o coração que pula ao te ver, és minhas pernas que teimam em desequilibrar antes de te encontrar .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Naquela noite descobri o que você significa para mim e isso basta &lt;strong&gt;[ . . . ]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;por Isabella MenSant!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-838543790374749391?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/838543790374749391/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=838543790374749391&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/838543790374749391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/838543790374749391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2009/09/percepcao.html' title='Percepção'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SrwdH7pgqXI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/A3HZs25fuBM/s72-c/1212249960_casalmaosdadas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-2029117335481326097</id><published>2009-09-17T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T11:02:45.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Encontros</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SrPG4jlcacI/AAAAAAAAAUI/gS3FQgIRmDM/s1600-h/quenia-masaai-mara-pn-out081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SrPG4jlcacI/AAAAAAAAAUI/gS3FQgIRmDM/s320/quenia-masaai-mara-pn-out081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382864654565140930" border="0" /&gt;Eu amo escrever isto não é segredo, mas ultimamente venho sofrendo muito com isto. As idéias surgem, mas quando pego o papel elas somem como por encanto. Começo então a escrever coisas desconexas, sem sentido, textos que realmente não fazem muito sentido pra mim ... este foi mais um deles. Na realidade este é um fragmento de vários outros textos intitulados&lt;/a&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Encontros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;_[ . . .] &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;e no meio de tanta gente sem graça, sem cor, sem ritmo e sem humor eu encontrei você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Bem no meinho, apertadinho todo arrumadinho, foi assim que eu te vi.  Joguei-me no corredor cheio de gente, tentando chegar perto. E como numa miragem, eu te perdi ... Meus olhos olharam em todas as direções e eu não te vi, não senti a sua presença naquele lugar repleto de gente. A noite toda, os sorrisos forçados, a simpatia adquirida após anos de prática, o olhar que teimava ir para o lugar onde te vi [...] A noite toda foi um tormento, a sensação de ter perdido algo como pode?! perder algo que nunca nos pertenceu???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Vários drinques depois, te avistei com uma mulher!, cercado de pessoas e extremamente feliz. Tive a impressão de você estar me procurando também,   acho que era o efeito do álcool ou do café. Você estava ali, na minha frente, com os olhos nos meus olhos e a mão na cintura de outra mulher. Você sorriu de lado para mim, me cumprimentou levantando o copo  e mechendo a cabeça e se virou novamente pro seu circulo de amizades e para aquele mulher. Então  finalmente entendi. Certas coisas só nos impressionam pelo simples fato de serem impossiveis&lt;/span&gt; [. . .]_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-2029117335481326097?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/2029117335481326097/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=2029117335481326097&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/2029117335481326097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/2029117335481326097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2009/09/encontros.html' title='Encontros'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SrPG4jlcacI/AAAAAAAAAUI/gS3FQgIRmDM/s72-c/quenia-masaai-mara-pn-out081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-3754774742131760184</id><published>2009-09-15T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T10:33:56.198-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abstratas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/Sq_Pcb5-uHI/AAAAAAAAAUA/_Xgk7179GGM/s1600-h/passarinho_cor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/Sq_Pcb5-uHI/AAAAAAAAAUA/_Xgk7179GGM/s320/passarinho_cor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381748167165261938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;_ Hoje vi um passarinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; VERDEE*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; _&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;ditado popular para &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoje eu acordei feliz &lt;/span&gt;(também titulo de umas das melhores musicas do &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;CBJR! &lt;/span&gt;Incrivel como uma coisa puxa a outra &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;_&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;loucuras&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-3754774742131760184?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/3754774742131760184/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=3754774742131760184&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/3754774742131760184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/3754774742131760184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2009/09/hoje-vi-um-passarinho-verdee-ditado.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/Sq_Pcb5-uHI/AAAAAAAAAUA/_Xgk7179GGM/s72-c/passarinho_cor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-8940065928801243402</id><published>2009-09-09T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T19:09:47.834-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abstratas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Porta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SqhdAE1830I/AAAAAAAAATw/MLLyy9waZxY/s1600-h/IMG0017A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SqhdAE1830I/AAAAAAAAATw/MLLyy9waZxY/s320/IMG0017A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379652010775469890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;_ Pela &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;porta &lt;/span&gt;passam sonhos que não sonho mais, pela porta passava sem olhar para trás. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Por esta porta que não pass0 mais!_ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;por Isabella MenSant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/2123524679018747796-8940065928801243402?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/8940065928801243402/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=8940065928801243402&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/8940065928801243402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/8940065928801243402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2009/09/porta.html' title='Porta'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SqhdAE1830I/AAAAAAAAATw/MLLyy9waZxY/s72-c/IMG0017A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-1103057466475212614</id><published>2009-09-07T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T11:08:09.695-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abstratas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SqVL9Q6Qb1I/AAAAAAAAATo/S2osupKaaCA/s1600-h/envie-mensagens-bonitas-de-amor-para-seu-companheiro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SqVL9Q6Qb1I/AAAAAAAAATo/S2osupKaaCA/s320/envie-mensagens-bonitas-de-amor-para-seu-companheiro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378788845847342930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_ Fazendo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;novas&lt;/span&gt; amizades e&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; renovando&lt;/span&gt; as antigas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Ser Feliz é tão Bom!!&lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-1103057466475212614?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/1103057466475212614/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=1103057466475212614&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/1103057466475212614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/1103057466475212614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2009/09/fazendo-novas-amizades-e-renovando-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SqVL9Q6Qb1I/AAAAAAAAATo/S2osupKaaCA/s72-c/envie-mensagens-bonitas-de-amor-para-seu-companheiro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-3834239354345268659</id><published>2009-09-02T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T12:44:36.161-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presentes'/><title type='text'>PresentinhOs²</title><content type='html'>_ Galerinha mais linda, no post anterior (&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;não no anterior, mas no anterior ao anterior&lt;/span&gt;...'&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Louca&lt;/span&gt;'), continuando... No post enterior ao anterior (&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;lalala 'Besta&lt;/span&gt;'), eu repassei um selinho e disse que tinha outro. Bem agora eu tenho Outro e mais Outro ( &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;tow bombando 'me sentindo'&lt;/span&gt;). Vou repassa-los agora Ok.s?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ops' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Galerinha o memê inicial pede para indicar os blogs que vc mais gosta. Bem, eu resolvi inovar e indicar blog's que acabei de conhecer ( acredito que assim ficará mais interessante e tbm pode ser o começo de uma nova amizade neste mundO BlogaL. O que acham?! &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;O&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First¹ -&gt; Recebi da minha Xará (&lt;a href="http://www.bellanogueiira.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.bellanogueiira.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376802155959460162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/Sp49EsWEoUI/AAAAAAAAATA/jbZIR0YB-so/s320/bella+Nogueira+02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ondeospeixesvoam.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.ondeospeixesvoam.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; (Ilana, minha colega de facul. O blog é muuuitxo bala.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.avidanaoprestamesmo.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.avidanaoprestamesmo.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; (primeiramente o nome do blog me atiçou. Quando entrei me apaixonei. 'Pena que está sendo encerrado')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sguenis.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.sguenis.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; (muito, mas muito massa o blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.saudepradarevender.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.saudepradarevender.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; (e como de um blog leva a outro... axei este no sguenis. e resolvi dar uma olhadela, me acabei!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sentimentosdeclarados.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.sentimentosdeclarados.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; ( declaro que adoorei e viciei no blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second² -&gt; Recebi (Peguei ^^) da Marina (&lt;a href="http://www.palavrasdeumgrilo.blosgpot.com/"&gt;http://www.palavrasdeumgrilo.blosgpot.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376802991032575810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/Sp491TPBJ0I/AAAAAAAAATI/5GXbuDDK3vY/s320/selo_master_(buble_wrap%5B1%5D+palavras+de+um+grilo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para este tenho que indicar dez pessoas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Indico os cinco blogs de cima&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.babadodemenina.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.babadodemenina.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jadeamorim.com/"&gt;http://www.jadeamorim.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.diarioalicewbrasil.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.diarioalicewbrasil.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.delitando.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.delitando.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.colunas.imirante.com/alessandracastro"&gt;www.colunas.imirante.com/alessandracastro&lt;/a&gt; (obs. Amiga ingrata, depois que ficou famosa me abandonou. Mas não tem jeito ela é maravilhosa e merece todos os presentes do mundo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom se gostaram da ideia, mãos a Obra.!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;por Isabella MenSant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-3834239354345268659?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/3834239354345268659/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=3834239354345268659&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/3834239354345268659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/3834239354345268659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2009/09/presentinhos.html' title='PresentinhOs²'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/Sp49EsWEoUI/AAAAAAAAATA/jbZIR0YB-so/s72-c/bella+Nogueira+02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-4804757664769183695</id><published>2009-09-02T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T01:41:44.229-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Hoje ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;_ Hoje quero saber de nada, quero ser feliz. Amar...Ser amada. Quero sair as ruas descalças e sentir toda a energia do mundo, nos meus pés. Quero olhar para aquele desafeto, e abraça-lo forte, deixando todos os ressentimentos para trás. Quero sorrir os sorrissos mais sinceros, quero falar as palavras mais bonitas e Viver [. . .]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por Isabella MenSant!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-4804757664769183695?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/4804757664769183695/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=4804757664769183695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/4804757664769183695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/4804757664769183695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2009/09/hoje.html' title='Hoje ...'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-5534041570846820384</id><published>2009-08-28T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T07:17:25.528-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presentes'/><title type='text'>Presentes!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; _ Olá Blogueirinhas!! estou realmente em divida com o blog neah?  Mas relaxem, o tempo já está menos corrido... (hihi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Olha que gracinha os selinhos que ganhei da minha Xará&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.bellanogueira.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.bellanogueira.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375018217015037858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/Spfmlx5vT6I/AAAAAAAAASw/HGL-UrtiZc0/s320/bella+Nogueira+01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o¹ ~&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Regras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Passar para 5 blogs e descrever a qualidade de cada um deles.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SpfivrfLleI/AAAAAAAAASo/bNaUissItbU/s1600-h/bella+Nogueira+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.conselhosdaiaia.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.conselhosdaiaia.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; me acabo com as confissões e os conselhos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.280197.blogpot.com/"&gt;http://www.280197.blogpot.com/&lt;/a&gt; lindo blog, post's perfeitos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.palavrasdeumgrilo.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.palavrasdeumgrilo.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; sem palavras, amOo de paixão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.tudoqhadebom.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.tudoqhadebom.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; a melhor blogueira do mundO dos Blogs (haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.axadosnanet.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.axadosnanet.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; meu filhOtin (abandonad0 por falta de tempo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bom... Depois da sessão presentes (ainda tenho um outro selinho, mas posto depois lalala).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-5534041570846820384?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/5534041570846820384/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=5534041570846820384&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/5534041570846820384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/5534041570846820384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2009/08/presentes.html' title='Presentes!!'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/Spfmlx5vT6I/AAAAAAAAASw/HGL-UrtiZc0/s72-c/bella+Nogueira+01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-5828409973996017660</id><published>2009-08-18T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T09:02:39.638-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Passado e Presente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SorPirVDN9I/AAAAAAAAASY/N-KwM3pmY-c/s1600-h/ooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 395px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 292px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371333700246255570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SorPirVDN9I/AAAAAAAAASY/N-KwM3pmY-c/s320/ooo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;"O tempo que passa pela janela da vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;passa também por aquela fotografia antiga, que um dia foi guardada no fundo de uma gaveta vazia..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Foto e texto:Isabella MenSant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-5828409973996017660?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/5828409973996017660/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=5828409973996017660&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/5828409973996017660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/5828409973996017660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2009/08/passado-e-presente.html' title='Passado e Presente'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SorPirVDN9I/AAAAAAAAASY/N-KwM3pmY-c/s72-c/ooo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-5004619131781621307</id><published>2009-08-16T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T08:19:43.620-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frases'/><title type='text'>O melhor livro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;_ "Nem eu , nem tu, nem ela, nem qualquer outra pessoa desta história poderia responder mais, tão certo que o destino, como todos os dramaturgos, não anuncia as peripécias nem o desfecho".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;trecho retirado do livro: &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;DOM CASMURRO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Uma reforma dramática&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Machado de Assis&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-5004619131781621307?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/5004619131781621307/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=5004619131781621307&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/5004619131781621307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/5004619131781621307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-melhor-livro.html' title='O melhor livro'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-4307771756959225925</id><published>2009-08-02T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T12:33:34.308-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presentes'/><title type='text'>Presentinhoo!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SnVAqRo5i0I/AAAAAAAAAR4/k08DI_1qhI4/s1600-h/blogdeouro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 175px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 196px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365265626115443522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SnVAqRo5i0I/AAAAAAAAAR4/k08DI_1qhI4/s400/blogdeouro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;_ Ganhei este selinho lindo do blog &lt;a href="http://www.palavrasdeumgrilo.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.palavrasdeumgrilo.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;da Marina &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Regras!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1° &lt;strong&gt;Quem indicou&lt;/strong&gt;? A Marina&lt;br /&gt;2° &lt;strong&gt;Um doce&lt;/strong&gt;? Brigadeiro de panela [Huuuuum]&lt;br /&gt;3° &lt;strong&gt;Uma música&lt;/strong&gt;? Iris- Goo Goo Dools&lt;br /&gt;4°&lt;strong&gt; Quatro seguidores&lt;/strong&gt;? &lt;a href="http://www.tudoqhadebom.blogspot.com%20tekinha[/link"&gt;http://www.tudoqhadebom.blogspot.com%20tekinha[/link&lt;/a&gt;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.conselhosdaiaia.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.conselhosdaiaia.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.perfectlifeofgirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.perfectlifeofgirl.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tataahzinha.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.tataahzinha.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que gostem do presentinhO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XerOo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-4307771756959225925?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/4307771756959225925/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=4307771756959225925&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/4307771756959225925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/4307771756959225925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2009/08/presentinhoo.html' title='Presentinhoo!!'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SnVAqRo5i0I/AAAAAAAAAR4/k08DI_1qhI4/s72-c/blogdeouro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-5236342392091082540</id><published>2009-07-17T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T23:25:47.972-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SmFqnzjfnBI/AAAAAAAAARI/FsR6rJEJn3g/s1600-h/LagrimasNegras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359682263634123794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SmFqnzjfnBI/AAAAAAAAARI/FsR6rJEJn3g/s400/LagrimasNegras.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;“As lagrimas que caem fazem da tristeza musica&lt;br /&gt;Fazem da saudade poema&lt;br /&gt;feito as pressas antes de molhar o papel&lt;br /&gt;e borrar o que já foi escrito” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Por: Isabella MenSant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-5236342392091082540?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/5236342392091082540/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=5236342392091082540&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/5236342392091082540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/5236342392091082540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-lagrimas-que-caem-fazem-da-tristeza.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SmFqnzjfnBI/AAAAAAAAARI/FsR6rJEJn3g/s72-c/LagrimasNegras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-7966778370097838889</id><published>2009-07-09T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T22:02:35.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz 1 Ano (De vários)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/Slgcq4PjJuI/AAAAAAAAARA/-bu2W7Ks0j4/s1600-h/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357063279734892258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 338px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/Slgcq4PjJuI/AAAAAAAAARA/-bu2W7Ks0j4/s400/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te...Amo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ComSeusDefeitos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp;QualidadesTeAmo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DeUmJeitoEspecialQ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ueroDividirComVc&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TodosOsMome&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ntosDaMin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aVida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fê&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-7966778370097838889?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/7966778370097838889/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=7966778370097838889&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/7966778370097838889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/7966778370097838889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2009/07/feliz-1-ano-de-varios.html' title='Feliz 1 Ano (De vários)'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/Slgcq4PjJuI/AAAAAAAAARA/-bu2W7Ks0j4/s72-c/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-6453848746894374437</id><published>2009-07-07T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T13:46:50.165-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SlOy4UvUITI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/vfbGaDxr_Ok/s1600-h/arco_iris_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355821062583230770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 377px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SlOy4UvUITI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/vfbGaDxr_Ok/s400/arco_iris_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;No ultimo dia de minha vida, quero ver flores por todo caminho&lt;br /&gt;Quero um lindo arco-íris num céu nunca antes visto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No ultimo dia da minha vida quero olhar fotos antigas,&lt;br /&gt;Encontrar amigos de infância e rir das molecagens que fizemos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No ultimo dia da minha vida, quero voltar a ser criança nos braços de meus pais&lt;br /&gt;Quero olhá-los nos olhos e abraça-los tão fortemente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No ultimo dia da minha vida quero viver intensamente&lt;br /&gt;Quero me encostar em um sofá bem confortável, comendo brigadeiro de panela&lt;br /&gt;Assistindo aos vídeos mais felizes da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;E dormir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SlOyhIsYQGI/AAAAAAAAAQw/9CmpCb2WcBc/s1600-h/arco_iris_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;By:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;IsaBella MenSant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-6453848746894374437?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/6453848746894374437/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=6453848746894374437&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/6453848746894374437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/6453848746894374437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-ultimo-dia-de-minha-vida-quero-ver.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SlOy4UvUITI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/vfbGaDxr_Ok/s72-c/arco_iris_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-5394993986018915440</id><published>2009-07-02T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T01:36:44.549-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desabafo'/><title type='text'>Juntos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SkxxEpG4wMI/AAAAAAAAAQY/rr09-6y3_7U/s1600-h/papappa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353778381604831426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SkxxEpG4wMI/AAAAAAAAAQY/rr09-6y3_7U/s400/papappa.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;_ Do meu lado quero pessoas sinceras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sorrisos sinceros, amigos sinceros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quero declarações desesperadas de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;quero abraços apertados com calor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;quero risadas debochas, lágrimas de saudades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quero olhar pra traz e sentir orgulho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;vê que tudo valeu a pena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quero que as pessoas que andam do meu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;me amem com todos os meus delírios,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;com todas as minhas caras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quero olhar pro lado e ter a certeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;que não estou andando sozinha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por Isabella MenSant!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-5394993986018915440?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/5394993986018915440/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=5394993986018915440&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/5394993986018915440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/5394993986018915440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2009/07/juntos.html' title='Juntos'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SkxxEpG4wMI/AAAAAAAAAQY/rr09-6y3_7U/s72-c/papappa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-6008026925286991303</id><published>2009-06-29T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T20:16:07.059-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desabafo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SkmDGQxtU4I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/x8ApCWhUusM/s1600-h/selo_campanha_profissao_jornalista_2009_retangular.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352953775712457602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SkmDGQxtU4I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/x8ApCWhUusM/s400/selo_campanha_profissao_jornalista_2009_retangular.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não deixemos que uns &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;F.D.P&lt;/span&gt; acabem com nosso sonho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-6008026925286991303?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/6008026925286991303/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=6008026925286991303&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/6008026925286991303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/6008026925286991303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2009/06/nao-deixemos-que-uns-f.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SkmDGQxtU4I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/x8ApCWhUusM/s72-c/selo_campanha_profissao_jornalista_2009_retangular.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-6085543861024035242</id><published>2009-06-28T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T07:21:33.530-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luto'/><title type='text'>"Para Sempre o REI DO POP"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/Skd7G9i190I/AAAAAAAAAQA/FXyx5T1vjqA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352382041683261250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/Skd7G9i190I/AAAAAAAAAQA/FXyx5T1vjqA/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "[&lt;strong&gt;. . .&lt;/strong&gt;]&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Night creatures call And the dead start to walk in their masquerade There's no escaping the jaws of the alien this time (They're open wide) This is the end of your life&lt;/span&gt; [&lt;strong&gt;. . .&lt;/strong&gt;] &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/Skd6d_Jhx5I/AAAAAAAAAP4/h0KOdX72bU8/s1600-h/michael_jackson_110707.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2123524679018747796-6085543861024035242?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/6085543861024035242/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=6085543861024035242&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/6085543861024035242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/6085543861024035242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2009/06/para-sempre-o-rei-do-pop.html' title='&quot;Para Sempre o REI DO POP&quot;'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/Skd7G9i190I/AAAAAAAAAQA/FXyx5T1vjqA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-2858716738988050203</id><published>2009-06-14T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:04:56.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2.0 - meninaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Uma menina confusa chegando aos &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;. Nômade por pressão, jornalista por paixão, loura por tintura, cabelo liso por chapinha, arrumada por liquidação [&lt;strong&gt;. . .&lt;/strong&gt;] Viciada em Coca-Cola, chocolate e filmes de terror. Deixa de dormir pra rever seriados americanos baixados na internet. Quando se prende a um bom livro deixa até de sair, passando horas e horas até chegar a ultima pagina.  Menina meiga, doce e provocante, que fascina, encanta e instiga, mas que também é birrenta, neurótica e chata, que tira do sério, que enrola que é odiada [&lt;strong&gt;. . .&lt;/strong&gt;] Sou um pouco de tudo e um pouco de nada, sou a &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;belinha da mame&lt;/span&gt;, a &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;bellô do dad&lt;/span&gt;, a &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Iaieia da minha Prin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;a Loraah do PoO&lt;/span&gt; a Isabella pra muitos a&lt;em&gt; Isa, bella, bel ,belinha dos mais chegados&lt;/em&gt;. Sou isso um rock misturado com soul, um funk com toques de blue, um reggae no embalo do forró. Sou tudo isso, porém sou uma só.  Sou mais uma menina confusa chegando aos&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; 20.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-2858716738988050203?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/2858716738988050203/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=2858716738988050203&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/2858716738988050203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/2858716738988050203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2009/06/20-meninaa.html' title='2.0 - meninaa'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-234258860801349360</id><published>2009-05-04T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T06:54:45.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt; cheiro de terra molhada, o som peculiar de chuva no telhado... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;as gotas de chuva na pele.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando a chuva se torna parte do mundo e o transforma em algo realmente fantástico, capaz de hipnotizar, quando bate na janela leva os meus temores, meu mal humor e o encantamento que este pequeno milagre da natureza traz mostra que é um talento compreender a magica de &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;um dia de chuva&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Isabella MenSant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-234258860801349360?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/234258860801349360/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=234258860801349360&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/234258860801349360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/234258860801349360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-cheiro-de-terra-molhada-o-som.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-478915282749397889</id><published>2009-04-24T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:11:03.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;_ MeO F.i.&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;.h.&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;.t.i.&lt;em&gt;n&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.axadosnanet.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;www.axadosnanet.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-478915282749397889?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/478915282749397889/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=478915282749397889&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/478915282749397889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/478915282749397889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2009/04/meo-f.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-7874442025102707411</id><published>2009-04-24T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:22:22.231-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abstratas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;_ Arrum&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;ndO &lt;strong&gt;a&lt;/strong&gt; C&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;sa!!! _&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-7874442025102707411?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/7874442025102707411/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=7874442025102707411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/7874442025102707411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/7874442025102707411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2009/04/arrum-ndo-c-sa.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-8768039643098305434</id><published>2009-04-22T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T12:03:17.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Oie&lt;/span&gt;!!! Meus amores &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blogueiros&lt;/span&gt;.  Estou sumida eu sei, mas é que eu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;estava&lt;/span&gt; sem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;net&lt;/span&gt;, com milhares de coisas da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;facul&lt;/span&gt; pra fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Agora eu já estou com &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pc&lt;/span&gt; e vou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;atualizar&lt;/span&gt; o blog com mais &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;frequência&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Encontrei muitas pessoas especiais neste mundo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;blogueiro&lt;/span&gt;. Quero &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dividir&lt;/span&gt; com vocês as minhas alegrias, tristezas, angustias e todos os sentimentos que eu puder transformar em &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;palavras&lt;/span&gt;. Espero os &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;coment&lt;/span&gt;'s de todos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;vc&lt;/span&gt;'s!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;XerinhOo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-8768039643098305434?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/8768039643098305434/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=8768039643098305434&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/8768039643098305434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/8768039643098305434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2009/04/oie-meus-amores-blogueiros.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-3827308871163799639</id><published>2009-04-06T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T06:56:55.070-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abstratas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;_ Passo o tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;o tempo passa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;as coisas passam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;tudo passa [. . .]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mas sentimentos verdadeiros &lt;strong&gt;FICAM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-3827308871163799639?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/3827308871163799639/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=3827308871163799639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/3827308871163799639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/3827308871163799639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2009/04/passo-o-tempo-o-tempo-passa-as-coisas.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-1811227302469684452</id><published>2009-03-19T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T07:28:14.462-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abstratas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/ScJjr1iXYaI/AAAAAAAAAOw/guSXvGJN3E0/s1600-h/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314920115007349154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 354px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/ScJjr1iXYaI/AAAAAAAAAOw/guSXvGJN3E0/s400/04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;_ S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eus olhos mostram-me tudo o que jamais pensei ver na vida...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;quando estou triste me mostra a alegria de estar vivo, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;quando estou alegre mostra a verdadeira razão para tal...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os olhos são as janelas da alma e os teus... Ah! Os teus olhos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quanto mais te olho mais me afogo no mar dos teu olhos, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que me inebriam, me fascinam me deixam completamente sem chão.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;São &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;teus olhos&lt;/span&gt;. Ah teus Olhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-1811227302469684452?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/1811227302469684452/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=1811227302469684452&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/1811227302469684452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/1811227302469684452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2009/03/s-eus-olhos-mostram-me-tudo-o-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/ScJjr1iXYaI/AAAAAAAAAOw/guSXvGJN3E0/s72-c/04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-5973067347911136246</id><published>2009-02-25T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:13:56.909-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuçando'/><title type='text'>PRECISO DE ALGUÉM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;_Q&lt;/span&gt;ue me olhe nos olhos quando falo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que ouça as minhas tristezas e neuroses com paciência. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E, ainda que não compreenda, respeite os meus sentimentos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Preciso de alguém, que venha brigar ao meu lado sem precisar ser convocado; alguém Amigo o suficiente para dizer-me as verdades que não quero ouvir, mesmo sabendo que posso odiá-lo por isso.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nesse mundo de céticos, preciso de alguém que creia, nessa coisa misteriosa, desacreditada, quase impossível: - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A Amizade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que teime em ser leal, simples e justo, que não vá embora se algum dia eu perder o meu &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;OURO&lt;/span&gt; e não for mais a sensação da festa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;b&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;l&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;l&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;n&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;n&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;t&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-5973067347911136246?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/5973067347911136246/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=5973067347911136246&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/5973067347911136246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/5973067347911136246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2009/02/preciso-de-alguem.html' title='PRECISO DE ALGUÉM'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-817406985054142169</id><published>2009-02-10T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:18:04.956-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>_&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PERDIDA&lt;/span&gt;. è assim que me sinto cada dia em que acordo&lt;br /&gt;meus sonhos são vazios, o meu peito dói nada tem graça...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que fazer quando o vazio é maior&lt;br /&gt;e parece ser a unica coisa que te acompanha&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-817406985054142169?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/817406985054142169/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=817406985054142169&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/817406985054142169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/817406985054142169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2009/02/perdida.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-2148903820553189847</id><published>2009-01-28T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T07:33:17.088-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OIe! Estou aqui hoje para responder um memê super LuxO que ganhei da Gaby Martinez (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://conselhosdaiaia.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://conselhosdaiaia.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vamos às Regras:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. Agarrar o livro mais próximo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. Abrir na página 160.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. Procurar a 5ª frase completa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. Colocar a frase no blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. Não escolher a melhor frase nem o melhor livro!!!(Utilizar, mesmo, o livro que estiver mais próximo.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6. Passar a 10 pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Livro: &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Eclipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5º frase da pagina 160:"&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Me sentindo sensível como eu estava nos últimos dias, todo dia parecia ser possivelmente o último. Eu não tinha tempo para adiar nenhuma tarefa, não importava o quão pequena fosse"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Indicados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.tudoqhadebom.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.tudoqhadebom.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.diarioalicewbrasil.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.diarioalicewbrasil.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.gospel-gifs.zip.net/"&gt;http://www.gospel-gifs.zip.net/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.natyxxx.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.natyxxx.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.aquemdeborboleta.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.aquemdeborboleta.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://www.dupensador.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.dupensador.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://www.deferiasnesteplaneta.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.deferiasnesteplaneta.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;8. &lt;a href="http://www.espinolaoliveira.zip.net/"&gt;http://www.espinolaoliveira.zip.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;9. &lt;a href="http://www.emersonrochadecorpoealma.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.emersonrochadecorpoealma.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;10. &lt;a href="http://www.vivoprajesus.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.vivoprajesus.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Espero q gostem }!{&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-2148903820553189847?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/2148903820553189847/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=2148903820553189847&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/2148903820553189847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/2148903820553189847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2009/01/oie-estou-aqui-hoje-para-responder-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-9193582241632759397</id><published>2009-01-24T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T07:00:06.769-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abstratas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;_Tudo que é proibido é mais gostoso, enlouquecedor, delirante&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O proibido faz o corpo arrepiar, faz a vontade maior do que a razão.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faz o sangue correr nas veias numa velocidade impressionante, faz o coração pulsar, faz arrepiar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-9193582241632759397?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/9193582241632759397/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=9193582241632759397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/9193582241632759397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/9193582241632759397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2009/01/tudo-que-e-proibido-e-mais-gostoso.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-6051790290699285287</id><published>2009-01-18T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:18:49.140-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;_Descobri que as flores murcham e que os dias nem sempre são de sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas descobri que quando uma &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;flOr&lt;/span&gt; morre, outras &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nascem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Obvio que nem uma poderá ocupar o lugar daquela que morreu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;mas, a vida sempre dá um jeito de fazer o mundo girar_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-6051790290699285287?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/6051790290699285287/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=6051790290699285287&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/6051790290699285287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/6051790290699285287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-1797857655562393917</id><published>2009-01-13T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:19:33.189-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presentes'/><title type='text'>Presente do Blog!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;_&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ie!!! Tow aqui hoje para destribuir um presentinho meO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e desejar a todos um 2009 cheio de realizações e alegrias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290782594883132146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SWyivP_UGvI/AAAAAAAAAOc/nbIlK9LlNBs/s400/presente.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SWyfevUfYzI/AAAAAAAAAOU/UhyCienXU5k/s1600-h/presente.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tudoqhadebom.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.tudoqhadebom.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.diarioalicewbrasil.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.diarioalicewbrasil.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gospel-gifs.zip.net/"&gt;http://gospel-gifs.zip.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.conselhosdaiaia.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.conselhosdaiaia.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.natyxxx.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.natyxxx.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Repasse o presente pra &lt;strong&gt;cinco Blo&lt;/strong&gt;g's especiais pra vc!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Espero que gostem :&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Xer&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Ooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-1797857655562393917?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/1797857655562393917/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=1797857655562393917&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/1797857655562393917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/1797857655562393917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2009/01/presente-do-blog.html' title='Presente do Blog!!'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SWyivP_UGvI/AAAAAAAAAOc/nbIlK9LlNBs/s72-c/presente.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-1757621921064225057</id><published>2009-01-10T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:20:18.772-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dicas'/><title type='text'>dica cultural !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SWklCvPfqJI/AAAAAAAAAOM/DleLhWQRIQg/s1600-h/crepÃºsculo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289799966294780050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SWklCvPfqJI/AAAAAAAAAOM/DleLhWQRIQg/s320/crep%25C3%25BAsculo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Confesso!!! Estou perdidamente apaixonada por Edward Cullen e Isabella Swan (minha xará)... Não sabe de quem estou falando???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Falo do livro &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crepúsculo de Stephenie Meyer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. O livro é perfeito, envolvente, apaixonante, traz misterios e uma linda história de amor entre uma vampiro e uma humana . Li as 200 primeiras paginas em um só dia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A capa é sem coméntarios, linda neah? O filme, que estreiou dia 19 de novembro, parece ser bem fiel ao livro,vou assistir e depois posto meus comentário aqui ok's?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Esta é minha dica cultural pra vc's aqui do blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desligue a Tv e o Computador e vá ler Crepúsculo...hehê&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-1757621921064225057?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/1757621921064225057/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=1757621921064225057&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/1757621921064225057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/1757621921064225057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2009/01/dica-cultural.html' title='dica cultural !'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SWklCvPfqJI/AAAAAAAAAOM/DleLhWQRIQg/s72-c/crep%25C3%25BAsculo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-3954983186748617169</id><published>2009-01-03T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:21:19.164-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SWBEfWPCVAI/AAAAAAAAANQ/avMh5xzOsaI/s1600-h/07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287301267868242946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 107px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SWBEfWPCVAI/AAAAAAAAANQ/avMh5xzOsaI/s200/07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;_ &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;uero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seguir sorrindo em cada alvorecer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero viver tentando ser melhor,&lt;br /&gt;crescer...&lt;br /&gt;Tenho tantos medos, tantas paixões não reveladas&lt;br /&gt;Tenho vários&lt;br /&gt;defeitos, mas quer saber sou feliz&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho medo do escuro, nem de&lt;br /&gt;envelhecer&lt;br /&gt;não me preocupo com o novo, e sim com você&lt;br /&gt;Você que é minha&lt;br /&gt;razão de ser, de existir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me cada dia mais&lt;br /&gt;renovada e disposta a aprender&lt;br /&gt;por que o tempo passa, deixando marcas,&lt;br /&gt;ensinamentos, desilusões&lt;br /&gt;Mas o amor que senti não passa e sim aumenta a cada&lt;br /&gt;dia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Amor pela vida&lt;br /&gt;Amor por&lt;br /&gt;você&lt;br /&gt;Amor por mim&lt;br /&gt;Amor pelo Amor!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SWBDhvcIO1I/AAAAAAAAANI/zijSctic8-M/s1600-h/07.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_n41MHxfhwm4/SWAaQO0U_9I/AAAAAAAAADE/LLTfkZql1Oo/s400/74892kb.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_n41MHxfhwm4/SWAaQO0U_9I/AAAAAAAAADE/LLTfkZql1Oo/s400/74892kb.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-3954983186748617169?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/3954983186748617169/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=3954983186748617169&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/3954983186748617169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/3954983186748617169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2009/01/q-uero-seguir-sorrindo-em-cada.html' 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style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nunca&lt;/span&gt; passe muito tempo em um lugar&lt;br /&gt;pois quando se passa muito tempo&lt;br /&gt;no mesmo lugar, com as mesmas pessoas&lt;br /&gt;acaba-se &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;descobrindo&lt;/span&gt; defeitos&lt;br /&gt;que acabam se sobrepondo as qualidades!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;postado por&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;uma guria que já se decepcionou (e se decepciona) demais Isabella MenSant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-737263513119892396?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-3693154305227885925</id><published>2008-12-08T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:18:25.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Espelho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/ST3wWy52JgI/AAAAAAAAAMw/8Qj-yqv6qnc/s1600-h/espelho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277638612760274434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/ST3wWy52JgI/AAAAAAAAAMw/8Qj-yqv6qnc/s320/espelho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;_Quando me olho no espelho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;vejo refletido um outro &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Vejo na imagem um ser diferente do que realmente sou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;No espelho muitas vezes miro os meus medos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;outras vezes meus anseios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;falo com uma das poucas pessoas que sei que é capaz de me entender: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Meu outro Eu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;que reflete o Eu comum, que se debate com minhas fases&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;As vezes ouve uma menina, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;outras reflete uma mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mais no fundo reflete &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;apenas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mais um &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Postado por &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;alguém que tem no espelho um moçinho e um vilão Isabella MenSant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-3693154305227885925?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/3693154305227885925/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=3693154305227885925&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/3693154305227885925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/3693154305227885925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2008/12/espelho.html' title='Espelho'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/ST3wWy52JgI/AAAAAAAAAMw/8Qj-yqv6qnc/s72-c/espelho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-1326186902395988180</id><published>2008-12-04T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:28:00.805-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abstratas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Conselho</title><content type='html'>_ Quanto tempo &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passei uns dias sem escrever no blog, mas agora tow de volta...&lt;br /&gt;Ah!! vocês gostaram do novo Lay do meu Blog?&lt;br /&gt;Ele é mais uma parceiria minha e do meu Salvador Andrew.&lt;br /&gt;AdoOrei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_----------------------------------------------_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E se o mundo fosse de chocolate, será que nossa vida seria mais Doce?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-1326186902395988180?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/1326186902395988180/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=1326186902395988180&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/1326186902395988180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/1326186902395988180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2008/12/conselho.html' title='Conselho'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-2202817218012825935</id><published>2008-11-17T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:25:38.231-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abstratas'/><title type='text'>O por que de ser jornalista?</title><content type='html'>Deparei-me com esta pergunta feita pela minha professora de introdução ao Jornalismo...e&lt;br /&gt;depois de ter feito milhares de textos acredito que este define muito bem o que esta profissão significa pra mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que é o jornalismo pra mim?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Uma paixão inveterada, arrebatadora, um sonho de criança, um encantamento sem tamanho, uma vontade febril...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O jornalismo é um desejo ardente de comunicar, de escrever, de explorar, de entender o mundo e explicar o mundo aos outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Desde criança minha vontade é de conhecer culturas, gente, línguas... Quero ser jornalista para escapar da rotina, correr atrás da verdade, viver a noticia, ouvir os dois, três ou quantas versões a noticia tiver. Quero passar horas em claro e ao chegar em casa ter a certeza de missão cumprida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E como dizia Gabriel Garcia Marquez "&lt;em&gt;Ninguém que não tenha nascido para isso poderá persistir numa profissão tão incompreensível e voraz, cuja obra se acaba depois de cada notícia, como se fora para sempre, mas que não permite um instante de paz enquanto não se recomeça com mais ardor do que no minuto seguinte&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-2202817218012825935?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/2202817218012825935/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=2202817218012825935&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/2202817218012825935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/2202817218012825935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-por-que-de-ser-jornalista.html' title='O por que de ser jornalista?'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-7803052930396406049</id><published>2008-11-11T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:31:21.710-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'>luz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;_Quando a luz se apaga o que resta é escuridão!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O tempo passa, as coisas mudam e a luz???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;acende&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;outra&lt;/span&gt; vez!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-7803052930396406049?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/7803052930396406049/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=7803052930396406049&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/7803052930396406049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/7803052930396406049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2008/11/luz.html' title='luz!'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-256893081517627141</id><published>2008-11-07T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:33:13.970-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Loucura</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SRTpBXp7RUI/AAAAAAAAALE/y8o4_TjP7qI/s1600-h/Sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266090074041959746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SRTpBXp7RUI/AAAAAAAAALE/y8o4_TjP7qI/s200/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;_&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;empre me perco em pensamentos opostos &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;empre quero mais &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;ento esquecer os fantasmas mais é difícil &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;izem que quando mais tentamos esquecer mais nos lembramos &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; sol se põe e em minha volta o medo me cerca &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;edo de ser eu &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;edo de ser você &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;uero ser feliz entre estes pensamentos que gritam dentro de mim &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;uero seguir em frente sem deixar de ser &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;EU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Sem deixar de ser &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;VOCÊ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-256893081517627141?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/256893081517627141/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=256893081517627141&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/256893081517627141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/256893081517627141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2008/11/loucura.html' title='Loucura'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SRTpBXp7RUI/AAAAAAAAALE/y8o4_TjP7qI/s72-c/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-6786892027449583676</id><published>2008-11-04T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:34:41.250-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;_As vezes as memórias tornam-se vivas dentro de nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Os medos nos causam tremores e a emoção fala mais alto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Então&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a gente&lt;strong&gt; erra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Postado por:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;uma guria que ultimamente está inspirada IsaBella MenSant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-6786892027449583676?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/6786892027449583676/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=6786892027449583676&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/6786892027449583676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/6786892027449583676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2008/11/as-vezes-as-memrias-tornam-se-vivas.html' title='...'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-4432125715398261214</id><published>2008-11-03T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:36:02.570-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O mais comentado'/><title type='text'>O que é o PRA SEMPRE para você???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SQ-zZmUjihI/AAAAAAAAAJE/cqe-fI6CrVQ/s1600-h/1197918878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264623741784263186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SQ-zZmUjihI/AAAAAAAAAJE/cqe-fI6CrVQ/s400/1197918878.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;_ O &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;pra sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; é aquela fase que você achou que nunca acabaria?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;O &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;pra sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; é aquela dor que você acreditou que nunca sanaria?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;O &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;pra sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; é aquela amizade que você compartilhou, riu, festejou... até no dia que tomaram rumos diferentes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;O &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pra sempre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; é aquele parente que mora perto, que passa os finais de semana mas, que um dia resolve se mudar pra longe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;O &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;pra sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; é aquela pessoa que você jura que não gosta mas, quando conheçe percebe que estava errado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;O &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pra sempre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; é aquele amor que você jurou, chorou mas quando se deu conta percebeu que tinha acabado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;O &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;pra sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; é tudo aquilo que foi...que marcou mas, como diz um grande poeta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;o&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;`&lt;strong&gt;PRA SEMPRE&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; acaba&lt;/span&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Postado por:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Uma guria que não gostava de contos de fadas e que percebeu que uma hora tudo muda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;IsaBella MenSant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/2123524679018747796-4432125715398261214?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/4432125715398261214/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=4432125715398261214&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/4432125715398261214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/4432125715398261214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-que-o-pra-sempre-para-voc.html' title='O que é o PRA SEMPRE para você???'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SQ-zZmUjihI/AAAAAAAAAJE/cqe-fI6CrVQ/s72-c/1197918878.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-95161074606525311</id><published>2008-10-31T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T21:08:33.620-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog&apos;novela &quot;A Faculdade&quot;'/><title type='text'>6° capitulo - "A Faculdade"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;No último capitulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O clima está quente entre &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Will&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Thaly&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rick&lt;/span&gt; estão "em clima" de prova final&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;No Ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;6° capitulo&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"A Faculdade"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Genteeeee&lt;/span&gt;!!! – entrou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lucy&lt;/span&gt; na sala toda entusiasmada&lt;br /&gt;- Que foi criatura de Deus – Perguntou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Silvano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Vocês estão diante da mais nova contratada pela &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;NBTV&lt;/span&gt;, a maior emissora da cidade–gritava &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Lucy&lt;/span&gt; radiante&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Poxa&lt;/span&gt;! Que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;máximo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Lu&lt;/span&gt; e como foi isso?&lt;br /&gt;- Estava acontecendo um teste, que eu soube em cima da hora sabe? Ai meu amor disse que eu tinha que fazer, eu fiz e hoje eles me ligaram. Não é o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;máximo&lt;/span&gt;?!?&lt;br /&gt;-Muito bem é o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;máximo&lt;/span&gt; e tudo mais dona &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Lucy&lt;/span&gt;, mas voltemos a nossa aula &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;? – falou em tom de ironia o professor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Matheus&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Durante todo o intervalo e também nos dias que sucederam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Lu&lt;/span&gt; não falava ou pensava em outra coisa.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Rick&lt;/span&gt;, você não me ligou ontem...- Berrava a professora &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Thaly&lt;/span&gt; correndo em &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;direção&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Rick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Thaly&lt;/span&gt; não deu, sabe a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Luana&lt;/span&gt; aquela minha prima que eu te falei?- nervoso com medo de alguém os ver&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Hum&lt;/span&gt;! O que tem ela?- Pergunta desconfiada&lt;br /&gt;- Ela me ligou dizendo que estava na cidade, aí a gente saiu com a família&lt;br /&gt;- Isso não é desculpa pra você não me ligar. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Rick&lt;/span&gt; você sabe que meu marido está viajando, era nossa chance de ficar a noite toda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;juntinhos&lt;/span&gt; – &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Diz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Thaly&lt;/span&gt; quase aos prantos&lt;br /&gt;-Não deu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Thaly&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Rick&lt;/span&gt; segura os pulsos de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Thaly&lt;/span&gt; impedindo-a de lhe agredir&lt;br /&gt;-E você prefere trocar por um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;jantarzinho&lt;/span&gt; com sua família e uma prima psicopata? – &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Diz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Thaly&lt;/span&gt; aos berros&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;E as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;fofocas&lt;/span&gt; ficam cada dia mais quentes!&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Poxa!&lt;/span&gt; vocês não sabem do comentário geral&lt;br /&gt;- O quê?&lt;br /&gt;- Conta logo&lt;br /&gt;- A professora &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Thalita&lt;/span&gt; está de caso com aluno e dizem que eles se pegam atrás da quadra!!&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Tow&lt;/span&gt; besta!!&lt;br /&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;No refeitório&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Gi&lt;/span&gt;! Desde aquele dia que você está diferente e eu quero muito te explicar&lt;br /&gt;- Você não tem nada que explicar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Laila&lt;/span&gt; – Interrompe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Gi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tenho sim, você deve estar pensando que eu sou uma traidora&lt;br /&gt;- E não é? Você sabe muito bem que eu estou esperando um filho do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Willian&lt;/span&gt; e fica se agarrando com ele pelos cantos! Você quer que eu pense o que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;hein&lt;/span&gt;? Me fala- interrompe novamente&lt;br /&gt;- Eu gosto dele. È isso.-justifica-se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Laila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Hamham&lt;/span&gt;. Sei e você acredita que ele gosta de você? - Ironiza Gi&lt;br /&gt;- Quando a gente começou a sair ele disse que só tinha ficado com você naquele dia da festa da galera!&lt;br /&gt;- Hum, aí você e ele foram pra cama ler &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;historinhas&lt;/span&gt; até dormirem? Se liga garota ele vai fazer a mesma coisa com você! Ele vai te usar e depois te jogar fora...&lt;br /&gt;- Olha, eu nem devia estar aqui me justificando pra você, o que vocês tinham acabou...O &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Will&lt;/span&gt; e eu estamos juntos, quero que você saiba disso por mim. Agora o que você vai pensar, realmente não me interessa – desabafa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Laila&lt;/span&gt; e sai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Gi&lt;/span&gt; passa mal e cai no corredor&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E agora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Gi&lt;/span&gt; estará em risco? e o bebê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;fofocas&lt;/span&gt; irão parar nos ouvidos do reitor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Não perca o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;próximo&lt;/span&gt; capitulo&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" A Faculdade"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Dia 20 de Novembro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-95161074606525311?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/95161074606525311/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=95161074606525311&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/95161074606525311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/95161074606525311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2008/10/6-capitulo-faculdade.html' title='6° capitulo - &quot;A Faculdade&quot;'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-5393998425762847006</id><published>2008-10-14T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T17:18:52.967-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog&apos;novela &quot;A Faculdade&quot;'/><title type='text'>5°Capitulo de " A Faculdade"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;No Ultimo capitulo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A semana de prova foi um terror,todos estavam anciosos pelos resultados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e Silvia está prestes a revelar algo forte a Gi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No ar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;3° capitulo -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"A Faculdade"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Pow Gi não queria ter que te dizer isto mais sei lá acho que você não merece...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Silvia você já está me deixando preocupada. Fala Logo - fala Giovanna impaciente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-tá certo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Silvia para e pensa um pouco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-O Will têm um caso com a Laila&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-o que???-grita Gi assustada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-pOis é desde o dia que ela soubre que vocês ficaram, que ela dá em cima dele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Não acredito nisto não! Como você descobriu??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Todos da sala sabem - diz Sil secando as lagrimas de Gi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Na entrada da Faculdade todos falam sobre o resultado da prova de Lorelaine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Eu não acredito que eu tirei 0,5 na prova daquela V*$%¨- fala Suly furiosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-A amiga é assim mesmo, você foi pra festa ao invés de estudar -aconselha Raicca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Você acha que eu ia perder a oportunidade de sair com o Fred por causa dessa prova?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Então não reclama POxa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enquanto isso na sala, a professora Thalita está conversando com Henrique...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Rick, você tem um grande potencial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Obrigado professora Thalita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Imagina, estou falando a verdade. Você é muito bom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-A aula da senhora que é muito boa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Não, Não me chame de senhora. Me chame de THALI ok?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Está certo Thali, rsrs!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Rsrs - sorri maliciosamente THALI!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Em um canto do refeitório Will está fumando um cigarro depois do almoço e "ficando" com Laila&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Illzinho!! é verdade que a Gi tá gravida de você?-pergunta Laila com dengo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Que nada, deve ser de outro. Meu mesmo não é.-desvia-se Will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Eu ouvi dizer que vocês estão namorando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Que nada, se eu fosse namorar com alguém seria com você, e nunca com aquela languida da Giovanna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quando Will se vira, Gi está atraz dele furiosa e ouvindo toda a conversa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E agora? O que irá acontecer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Não perca o proximo capitulo de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"A Faculdade"&lt;br /&gt;Dia 01 de Novembro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-5393998425762847006?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/5393998425762847006/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=5393998425762847006&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/5393998425762847006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/5393998425762847006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2008/10/5capitulo-de-faculdade.html' title='5°Capitulo de &quot; A Faculdade&quot;'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-1693803334812301280</id><published>2008-10-02T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:37:18.055-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_ &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Crescer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;traz muitas responsabilidades&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-1693803334812301280?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/1693803334812301280/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=1693803334812301280&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/1693803334812301280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/1693803334812301280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-1836235461050246230</id><published>2008-09-29T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:40:34.761-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><title type='text'>Memê</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Primeiramente! Obrigada a Tequinha (&lt;a href="http://tudoqhadebom.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://tudoqhadebom.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;) por ter me dado varios presentinhos, você tem um lugarzinho especial no meu coração!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Agora vou responder ao Memê&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(ai tow nervosa nunca fiz isso antes. rsrs)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Há 10 anos atrás:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* eu tinha 8 anos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* estava na terceira série&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* era bem gorduxinha (rsrs)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Há 5 anos atrás:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* Tinha 13 anos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* tinha os melhores amigos que alguem pode ter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* Ganhei uma bonequinha viva (Giovanna, minha irmanzinha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* Estudava no Colégio Dom Pedro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* Odiava a Kris (e hoje a amo de paixão. Saudades)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* Apaixonei pelo garoto mais gato da escola&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* namorei uns meses com ele (brinque. rsrs)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Há 2 anos atrás:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* Tinha 16 anos, quase 17&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* mudei de Sampa para a Bahia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* deixei meus amigos (chorei muito por isso)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* conheci pessoas lindas que não consigo mais viver sem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Ontem: (Domingo)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* passei o dia com uma pessoa muito especial para mim (Meo &lt;strong&gt;Poo&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* Assisti Vida de inseto e arquivo morto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* Dormi muitooo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Hoje: (Segunda) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* Tenho 18 anos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*acordei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*não fui para a academia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* Vim terminar o trabalho de Sociologia da Comunicação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* Terei aula de História da Comunicação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* vou tentar terminar os vários trabalhos da Facul pra esta semana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(ufffaaa)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* Vou dormir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amanhã: (Terça)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*estarei louca por que terei que entregar uma trabalho na quarta para a matéria de Cultura brasileira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* postarei minha penultima nota no Blog de História da Comunicação &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://comunicacaocafe.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://comunicacaocafe.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* estarei mais estressada que o atual&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*gravarei o programa para Espanhol p/ Comunicação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-5 coisas que não vivo sem:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*minha familia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* Televisão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* Prendedor de cabelo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* Gloss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Poo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(não necessariamente nesta ordem)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-5 coisas que compraria com R$ 1.000.000,00:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Um carro para minha mãe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Um carro pra mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* Um IPhone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* Uma fazenda para familia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* Presentes para os amigos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-5 maus hábitos:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* Comer besteiras (não vivo sem chocolate)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* dormir tarde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* Falar demais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* ser de fases&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* Não guardar rancor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-5 programas de TV:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* Tv Globinho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* Eu, a patroa e as crianças&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* Arquivo morto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* Auto esporte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Toma lá, dá cá &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-5 coisas que me assustam:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* O ser humano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* gente que "se acha", não sendo nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* A Maiza (kkk)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* a mulher gostar de ser objeto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* EU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-5 lugares que gostaria de ir:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* São Paulo (voltar pra lá é meu sonho)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* New york&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* California&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* Fernando de Noronha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* Tailandia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------------------The End---------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Passo este Memê para &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Emerson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.emersonrochadecorpoealma.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.emersonrochadecorpoealma.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;M&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;t&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-1836235461050246230?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/1836235461050246230/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=1836235461050246230&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/1836235461050246230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/1836235461050246230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2008/09/mem.html' title='Memê'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-6532675886168598286</id><published>2008-09-29T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:21:59.718-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presentes'/><title type='text'>Presentes :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SODb6wjV9lI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6oqW-Ij9uLM/s1600-h/PrC3AAmio3Bebaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251438968026035794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SODb6wjV9lI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6oqW-Ij9uLM/s400/PrC3AAmio3Bebaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ebaaaa&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ganhei este selinho da TequiNhaa (&lt;a href="http://tudoqhadebom.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://tudoqhadebom.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LindO miga Ameii!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Este outro ganhei da Carlinha (&lt;a href="http://gospel-gifs.zip.net/)"&gt;http://gospel-gifs.zip.net/)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pela campanha da amizade!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gospel-gifs.zip.net/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk269/carlabackstage2/seloCA09.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ampane&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AdoOorei a ideia e o selinho &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;LuXoO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E como disseram que tenho que repassar para 5 blog's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vou faze-lo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1° &lt;a href="http://www.dupensador.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.dupensador.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2° &lt;a href="http://www.emersonrochadecorpoealma.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.emersonrochadecorpoealma.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3° &lt;a href="http://www.conselhodaiaia.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.conselhodaiaia.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4° &lt;a href="http://www.natyxxx.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.natyxxx.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5° &lt;a href="http://www.tudoqhadebom.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.tudoqhadebom.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aii é super dificil escolher apenas 5 blog's para dar os selinhOo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Espero que tenham gostado do presentinho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AMEI&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Este selinho tambem é da Carlinha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pelo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;destaque da semana&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gospel-gifs.zip.net/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn18/carlalayout/destaqueCA.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Postado por&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;uma guria feliz pelos presentes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;IsaBella MenSant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-6532675886168598286?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/6532675886168598286/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=6532675886168598286&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/6532675886168598286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/6532675886168598286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2008/09/presentes.html' title='Presentes :D'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SODb6wjV9lI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6oqW-Ij9uLM/s72-c/PrC3AAmio3Bebaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-1184975677327643625</id><published>2008-09-22T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T16:55:44.930-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog&apos;novela &quot;A Faculdade&quot;'/><title type='text'>"A Faculdade"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;_ Amorees!!! Estou super enrolada com trabalhos, provas e tudo mais da Facul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Por isso não estou postando a Blog'Novela nos dias certos... Sorry!!!_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;No Ultimo capitulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Giovanna conta para Will que &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;está esperando um filho dele&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;No ar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;4° capítulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; "A Faculdade"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- Como assim grávida? - grita Will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- Aconteceu, sei lá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-Você vai ter este filho? - questiona Will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- Claro que vou, você tá louco?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- Eu preciso de um tempo pra pensar, você acha que é fácil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;digerir uma informação dessas assim? - Will desabafa e sai correndo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A aula começa, o clima de descontração antes tão presente deu lugar a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;grupinhos definidos, fofocas e indiretas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A antes tão festejada harmonia da sala deu lugar a indiferenças e rancor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- Você viu?! Suly está dando em cima do "amor" da Cindy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- Nooosa!! não acredito as duas que são tão amigas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- Pois é mulher...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Agora eu ouvir dizer que a Giovanna está de caso com o Will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- Pois eu já ouvi que estão morando juntos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- Daqui uns dias ela tá gravida tu vai ver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- Cindy, aquela festa foi muito massa, você nem sabe quem deu em cima de mim! - comenta Suly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-Quem criatura? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- O Flavio! sabe aquele que saiu com a gente semana passada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- Sério??? - desconfia Cindy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- POis foi, mas sei lá eu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- O Flavio e eu estavamos ficando sabia? - diz Cindy indgnada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- Ai amiga eu não fiz nada, ele que veio dando em cima de mim - se defende Suly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- Mas você sabia disso e agora vem me dizendo essas coisas, o Flavio nem gosta de você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- Intão porque ele veio pra cima de mim hein?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- Quer saber já tinham me dito que você era baixo astral - fala Cindy e sai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gi eu tenho umas coisas pra te falar - Silvia em tom sério&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;________________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E agora? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O que será de tão importante que Sílvia tem pra falar com Giovanna?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Não perca o proximo capitulo de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A Faculdade"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Dia 01 de Outubro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-1184975677327643625?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/1184975677327643625/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=1184975677327643625&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/1184975677327643625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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febre descobri &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;que nem sempre &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;conhecemos&lt;/span&gt; as pessoas que estão a nossa volta, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;embora não tenha sido a primeira vez este ano. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Começou por ( citarei nomes, pois tenho coragem para tal, diferentemente do que estão dizendo) :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Louise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Primeira pessoa que tive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;contato&lt;/span&gt; no inicio das aulas e por quem acredito que o sentimento de carinho tivesse sido reciproco, pois cogitamos até morar juntas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Fui a primeira a conhecer sua casa e seu pai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ladjane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Não vou negar que a principio fiquei com um pé &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;atrás&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;pois pensei que iria ficar meio de lado, mas logo que a conheci percebi que era &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;uma pessoa super legal e que juntamente com Louise teriamos uma irmandade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Porém como sempre acontece na vida, seguimos caminhos opostos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;infelizmente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Juliane.&lt;/span&gt; Nunca fomos íntimas, porém saimos algumas vezes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;e mantinhamos uma certa amizade. Confesso que se não temos uma relação mais cordial &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;deve-se principalmente a minha pessoa que as vezes se torna mais introspectiva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Larissa.&lt;/span&gt; Assim como Juliane nunca tivemos uma grande amizade, mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;passamos por bons momentos que guardo com muito carinho. Acredito que houve um mal entendido e pensei que havia sido esclarecido, porém não foi o que aconteceu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gabriela.&lt;/span&gt; Temos em comum um grande senso de humor, respostas prontas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Foi a primeira pessoa, juntamente com &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ilana&lt;/span&gt;, a me "perceber", pois no primeiro dia de aula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;eu quieta no meu canto, sem conhecer ninguém, ela veio falar comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;e me enturmar com os demais. Até hoje não compreendi o motivo de sua mudança comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Natália.&lt;/span&gt; No primeiro dia de aula tive por ela uma excelente impressão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;aqueles olhos verdes, o cabelo afro lindo e seu largo sorriso me chamaram a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;atenção, assim como de toda a sala. Acontecimentos ( trabalho de Inglês, a história do 192, apelido e picuínhas) fizeram com que todo e qualquer laço &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;de educação e convivência fossem cortados, restando uma antipatia reciproca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Por este grupo de pessoas que se denominam Balíssimas, que já me causaram um certo desconforto, por uma série de indiretas e intrigas, não possuo nenhum tipo de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(re)sentimento, apenas distanciamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Eu pertencia ao K.I.F.E, um outro grupo que antigamente andava junto como as Balíssimas. Porém de uma forma inexplicada, até hoje me pergunto o porquê, mal nos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;falamos e somos considerados na sala como grupos rivais, se até pouco tempo éramos todos um grupo unido e (acredito eu) feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sei que cada uma de nós fizemos nossas escolhas. Não isento-me de nenhuma culpa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sei que as vezes sou introspectiva, calada e tenho comigo uma certa mania de perseguição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Escolhi meu lado, hoje vejo que confiei em algumas pessoas erradas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;É com uma imensa dor no coração que percebo que algumas de minhas escolhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;não foram certas, porém isto me servirá de lição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Quanto a um determinado BLOG, acredito que seja de responsabilidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;de alguma pessoa que não tem mais o que fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Admito sim, como sempre, SOU RESENHISTA e falo sim das pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Quem nunca fez isso que atire a primeira pedra!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tenho minhas suspeitas, mas não falarei disso aos quatro ventos e muito menos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;acusarei sem provas, quando sentir necessidade de falar irei diretamente a pessoa em questão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;e lhe darei direito a explicações antes de sair acusando-a pelas costas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E justamente por isso me considero tão vitíma quanto &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Karem,&lt;/span&gt; que por sua vez me decepcionou muito esta tarde, por não ter o direito de fazer qualquer tipo de acusação e principalmente por não ter conversado comigo no primeiro momento oportuno após sua desconfiança (isso cabe a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Emerson &lt;/span&gt;também).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Escrevo aqui o meu desabafo, e acredito, como parece ser a sina de todo final de semestre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;que a nossa turma nunca mais será a mesma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E para aqueles que se irritam com o meu fechamento em minha "ilha", sinto informar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;agora sou um ÁTOMO! ( quer dizer uma MOLÉCULA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Escrito por:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;uma guria instrospectiva, incrédula e lambidaaa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=4861738431805286967&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/4861738431805286967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/4861738431805286967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2008/09/parabns.html' title='Parabéns!!!'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' 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href="http://antonioxavier.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://antonioxavier.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Adooreiii!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-7314258674350987121?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/7314258674350987121/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=7314258674350987121&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/7314258674350987121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/7314258674350987121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2008/09/encontrei-este-gif-no-maravilhoso-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SM52DXSpPjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/cF89kkHm6K8/s72-c/Frase.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-5554750993642835796</id><published>2008-09-12T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:23:35.389-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Um dia entre..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;_ Um dia a gente olha pro lado e percebe que não é aquilo que queremos da vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um dia a gente se vê envolto em novos pensamentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;novas amizades, novos amores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um dia a gente tem que crescer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;escolher o que queremos da nossa vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;escolher o lado certo para estar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um dia percebemos a grande diferença &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;entre &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ser especial ou ser apenas mais um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;entre&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;paixão e amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;entre&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;o bem e o mal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;entre &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;alegria e felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;entre &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;certo e errado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;entre &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;você e &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um dia quem sabe a gente possa perceber tudo isso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;antes que seja tarde demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Postado por&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; uma guria que está entre ela e o mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;IsaBella MenSant! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-5554750993642835796?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/5554750993642835796/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=5554750993642835796&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/5554750993642835796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/5554750993642835796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2008/09/um-dia-entre.html' title='Um dia entre..'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-7672657903363313637</id><published>2008-09-03T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T16:58:12.239-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog&apos;novela &quot;A Faculdade&quot;'/><title type='text'>"A Faculdade" - 3° capitulo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;_ &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Desculpe, mas por forças maiores o 3° capitulo não pôde ser colocado no ar dia 01 de setembro&lt;/span&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;No Ultimo capitulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A 1° festa da turma de Sociologia durou até altas horas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Houve muita pegação, muita alegria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No ar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;3° capitulo&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"A Faculdade"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No outro dia depois da festa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- Ai minha cabeça tá estourando - reclama Cindy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- Eu tow toda quebrada - diz Suly que dormiu em cima da mesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- Eita porra! voces viram que horas são? quase na hora da aula e hoje é aquele professor chato - fala Noah que está todo sujo de vinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- Eu tow vendo é voce que mais parece ter tomado banho de vinho - zomba Giovanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- Eu mesmo não vou pra aula hoje - responde Noah sem nem ligar pro comentário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E assim todos levantavam, reclamando da resaca e comemorando a primeira festa de muitas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Passaram os dias e as resenhas continuavam fortes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- Você viu o Fred pegou a Silvia - dizia um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- que nada mais facil ela ter pego ele rsrs - responde outra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- E a Giovanna? aquela cara de santinha nunca me enganou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- Fiquei sabendo que os dois já até dormiram juntos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- Pow Fred eu não quero mais ficar com você não, foi legal e tal, mas não tow mais afim sakou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- Poxa Silvia até parece que não gostou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- Não é isso, só não estou preparada pra um lançe serio - diz Silvia querendo ser dona da situação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- E quem disse que eu tow afim de um lançe serio? - responde Fred com cara de duvida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- A nem sei, mas acho melhor a gente parar por aqui - finaliza Silvia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- Will a gente pode conversar? - pergunta Giovanna com o rosto baixo meio triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- Claro diz ai qual a boa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- É que... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Quando chega Nayala enterrompendo a conversa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- Hum o casal, mas lindo da sala...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- Nay você pode nos dar licença, o assunto é muito importante - pede giovanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- Claro eu sei quando não sou bem vinda rsrs - brinca Nayala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- Gi vc está me deixando preocupado, fala logo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- Não é facil de dizer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- Diz caramba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(momento bastante tenso)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- Will eu tow gravida!!! - revela Giovanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;E agora? Qual será a reação de Willian?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Será que eles vão assumir o relacionamento?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;E a galera como irá reagir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Não perca o proximo capitulo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;"A Faculdade"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Dia 20 de Setembro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-7672657903363313637?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/7672657903363313637/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=7672657903363313637&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/7672657903363313637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/7672657903363313637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2008/09/faculdade-3-capitulo.html' title='&quot;A Faculdade&quot; - 3° capitulo'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-8800626892694049281</id><published>2008-09-01T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T07:44:46.686-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Mais uma sobre pensamentos pensados sem razão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SLv-uiJfy1I/AAAAAAAAAIM/TMBnlu2iC7I/s1600-h/isa02+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241062666769779538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="310" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SLv-uiJfy1I/AAAAAAAAAIM/TMBnlu2iC7I/s400/isa02+014.jpg" width="286" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Quero dividir com o mundo todos os &lt;strong&gt;meus pensamentos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As vezes loucos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As vezes sobrios&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As vezes do bem &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Outras vezes do mal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queria saber o que pensas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;quando me olhas e não fala nada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queria saber &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;se amanha vai chover,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;se vou vencer,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;se vou te ver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero tudo e mais um pouco&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas meus pensamentos loucos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me levam pra longe de tudo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e de&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TODOS!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Postado por:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Alguém que pensa demais, ama demais, sofre demais, é louca demais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Isabella MenSant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-8800626892694049281?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/8800626892694049281/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=8800626892694049281&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/8800626892694049281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/8800626892694049281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2008/09/mais-uma-sobre-pensamentos-pensados.html' title='Mais uma sobre pensamentos pensados sem razão'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SLv-uiJfy1I/AAAAAAAAAIM/TMBnlu2iC7I/s72-c/isa02+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-6779956966434312451</id><published>2008-08-28T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:46:42.534-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O mais comentado'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;_Vou falar de saudade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vou falar também de amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amor por outra pessoa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;amor por quem você sabe que sempre poderá contar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Estou falando de &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;amor amizade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mas não falo de&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; qualquer &lt;/span&gt;amizade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;falo da&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; verdadeira&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aquela em que você comunica pelo olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que passa horas rindo e falando besteiras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As lembranças vem do nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saudade doí,faz chorar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sinto tantas saudades dos meus poucos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mas &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oteeemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; amigos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_Saudade da Verônica e do meu Ensino Fundamental&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_Saudades de comer besteiras com a Drika&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_Saudades de passar as manhãs se arrumando para ir pra Eliana na casa da Lê&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_Saudades da Paloma e do Thiê que fizeram dos meus anos escolares &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;uma verdadeira delícia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_Saudades das ferias que passava na casa da Carol e da Camila&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_Saudades dos meus sorvetes e fotos com Helena&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_Saudades das prozas poly de Lais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_Saudades do começo da Facul em que eramos todos amigos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Deixa eu parar por aqui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;senão eu não termino este post's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E você sente saudades de quem&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Postado por:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Uma guria sentimental&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Isabella MenSant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-6779956966434312451?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/6779956966434312451/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=6779956966434312451&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/6779956966434312451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/6779956966434312451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2008/08/vou-falar-de-saudade-vou-falar-tambm-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-930443099728239292</id><published>2008-08-24T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T12:36:11.179-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuçando'/><title type='text'>Conselho!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;_&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Às vezes eu sou levada a pensar que o ser humano nasceu pra ser eternamente insatisfeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se alguém perguntar: "&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok, o que você precisa pra ser feliz?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Alguns responderão, "&lt;strong&gt;um carro&lt;/strong&gt;", "&lt;strong&gt;muito dinheiro&lt;/strong&gt;", "&lt;strong&gt;um amor eterno&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dê-lhes um possante, 10 milhões e sua respectiva alma gêmea, e dois meses depois volte a perguntar: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então, você é feliz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Provavelmente o dono do carro vai dizer que seria muito feliz se a gasolina não fosse tão cara,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;o milionário dirá que os impostos lhe tiram a paz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;romântico reclamará que sua alma gêmea ronca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Isso me lembra &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;um conto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; que minha mãe costuma narrar sempre que eu me deparo numa dessas situações:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Um homem, já cansado de sua família, resolve procurar um sábio que vivia no alto de uma montanha e que era conhecido por ter todas as respostas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Chegando lá, o homem explicou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- "Sábio, meus filhos são muito bagunceiros e mimados, minha mulher é desleixada, a casa é uma bagunça...eu não aguento mais!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O sábio apenas lhe disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- "Coloque uma vaca dentro de casa."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E assim o homem fez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Uma semana depois, voltou ao sábio:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- "Sábio! Aquela vaca em casa, sujando tudo..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E o sábio disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- "Coloque uma ovelha."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E assim o homem fez. Uma semana depois, voltou ao sábio:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- "Por Deus! A vaca suja tudo, a ovelha não me deixa dormir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- "Coloque um ganso."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E a situação se repetiu por semanas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ao fim de 2 meses, o homem já tinha vaca, ovelha, ganso, marreco, bode, porco, tudo dentro de casa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E voltou ao sábio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- "Sábio! O que você fez? Minha casa está um inferno!!! Aquele bode, aquele marreco...!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O sábio apenas disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- "Tire os bichos."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Uma semana depois, o homem volta pra visitar o sábio, com um sorriso de orelha a orelha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- "Sábio! Minha casa está uma paz danada, eu e minha família maravilhosa! Sem cocô pelo chão, barulho de móvel quebrando...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Tudo lindo&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Conselho do dia&lt;/span&gt;: Quando achar sua vida ruim, comece pela vaca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lindo post que encontrei no Blog super-hiper demais da Iaia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://conselhosdaiaia.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://conselhosdaiaia.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;entre e confira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;postado por&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Uma pessoa que adora fuçar a net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Isabella MenSant! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-930443099728239292?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/930443099728239292/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=930443099728239292&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/930443099728239292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/930443099728239292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2008/08/conselho.html' title='Conselho!!!'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-3762296247411088254</id><published>2008-08-20T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T17:01:29.326-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog&apos;novela &quot;A Faculdade&quot;'/><title type='text'>"A Faculdade" 2° Capitulo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No último capitulo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_ As apresentações duraram um bom tempo, houve varias dinâmicas para enturmaróa galera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2° Capitulo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"A Faculdade"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Passara um mês após o começo das aulas, o oba-oba inicial ainda se faz presente. Tudo é motivo de festa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;- Galeraa!!! vamos ter que comemorar o nosso primeiro mês juntos, com uma festa - Diz Suly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;- Ah! tem que ser lá em casa! - Laila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;- Olha já temos até o lugar! cada um tem que dar 15 reais pra gente comprar as coisas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;ok's?! - Suly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;-Aff maria tá muito salgado pow! pelo menos 1o reais... - reclama Paulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;-Tá certo 10 reais acredito que dê pra fazer uma festa massa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Todos estavam animadissimos com a primeira festa da turma, e assim passaram-se os dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No dia da festa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt; Pessoal vamos brindar a nossa turma, que é muito unida, posso dizer que já tenho vocês como minha familia- Diz Cindy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;-Seremos sim, afinal passaremos muitos anos juntos - Completa Noah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;E a festa continua, o pessoal bebe, dança se diverte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Após três horas de festa, já tinha gente passando vergonha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;- Porra Cindy para de beber, você amanhã não vai se aguentar, você tá misturando tudo - recomenda Giovanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;- Pow! me deixa eu estou otima, você não é minha mãe. Eu sei a hora de parar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;POrra!! - reclama Cindy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;-Não sou mesmo e você é bem crescida para saber da sua vida - Giovanna fala e sai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;No outro canto da sala, no sofá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;- Aí pega aí não. Primeira vez que a gente fica, já vem você com essa mão boba - reclama Silvia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;- Você é meu sonho desde o primeiro dia de aula sabia?-revela Fred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;- Até parece, você queria era a Fau que eu sei. -fala Silvia com um certo ressentimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;-Que nada ela tem namorado pow! - Fred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;E o amasso continua &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Na área de serviço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;-Hum, não sabia que você era assim - revela willian a Giovanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;-Assim como? Não gostou? - pergunta Giovanna assustada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;-Adorei, mas é por que pensei que você era mais... Sei lá! - Willian sem graça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;-Oxe!! se quiser a gente para - brina Giovanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;- Aiai, não estou reclamando, só estou falando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;E assim a festa continua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas será que o dia seguinte as resenhas serão boas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haverá a mesma união?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E os casais?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Não perca o proximo capitulo de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;" A Faculdade"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dia 01 de Setembro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-3762296247411088254?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/3762296247411088254/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=3762296247411088254&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/3762296247411088254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/3762296247411088254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2008/08/faculdade-2-capitulo.html' title='&quot;A Faculdade&quot; 2° Capitulo'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-7755842519684800227</id><published>2008-08-18T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:48:12.381-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Quero minha mameee!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_A saudade machuca, dói&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O pensamento sobre o que poderia ser, mas não é&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As lembranças de tudo que passou fere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Estar longe, é pessimo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Faz sofrer, chorar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Querer um colo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;um xero e até mesmo brigar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Até aquele cheirinho delicioso de comida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ou aqueles conselhos já decorados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Faz uma faltaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Escrito por:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Uma guria que está morrendo de saudade de casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Isabella MenSant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-7755842519684800227?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/7755842519684800227/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=7755842519684800227&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/7755842519684800227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/7755842519684800227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='Quero minha mameee!!'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-1272953104067262065</id><published>2008-08-14T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:49:16.962-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desabafo'/><title type='text'>Por que?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;As vezes pergunto-me o porque de não gostarmos de certas pessoas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você mal conhece mais dá aquela sensação “&lt;strong&gt;dos santos não baterem&lt;/strong&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pessoa pode até ser legal, mas alguma coisa te diz que não é bem assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora o que me deixa mais perplexa em relação a isto é o &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;por que&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se fomos criados para sermos todos irmãos (segundo a Bíblia) então não deveríamos nos amar mutuamente?&lt;br /&gt;Sei que é complicado amar pessoas que não têm ( a primeira vista) nada a ver com a gente,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;È complicado, querermos o bem para pessoas que nos tratam mal, que nos olham torto ou que nos ignoram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas sabe! Uma vez aprendi que isto só faz mal pra elas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que não deixaremos de brilhar, de viver por causa de pessoas que não nos entendem e não nos conhece direito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que pra uma pessoa que não gostar de você, existirão mil capazes de te amar do jeitinho que és&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vezes nos preocupamos tanto com pessoas que não gostam da gente, que nos esquecemos &lt;em&gt;ou não vimos&lt;/em&gt;, pessoas maravilhosas do nosso lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E como diz &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_ &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Preocupe-se mais com sua consciência do que com sua reputação...&lt;br /&gt;Pq sua consciência é o que você É&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sua reputação é o que as pessoas pensam SOBRE você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o que elas pensam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;é problema delas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Escrito por:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Alguém q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;ue às vezes não gosta de algumas pessoas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;e tbm é ignorada, mal amada e odiada por outras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;IsaBella MenSant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-1272953104067262065?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/1272953104067262065/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=1272953104067262065&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/1272953104067262065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/1272953104067262065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2008/08/por-que.html' title='Por que?'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-6436427793648505308</id><published>2008-08-11T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:23:01.537-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Pensar em escrever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sentimentos soltos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Palavras ditas em vão &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pensar em algo é facil &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dificil é traduzir em palavras&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meus pensamentos me traem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;minhas mãos me fazem refém &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tento dar aos meus pensamentos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;forma, significado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não obtenho sucesso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Meu Deus o que faço&lt;strong&gt;???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Escreve minha filha, apenas escreve&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;by:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IsaBella MenSant&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-6436427793648505308?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/6436427793648505308/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=6436427793648505308&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/6436427793648505308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/6436427793648505308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2008/08/pensar-em-escrever.html' title='Pensar em escrever'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-5839596114978338530</id><published>2008-08-07T15:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:50:24.127-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desabafo'/><title type='text'>Você é o que você faz...Mas o que você faz???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;_A ideia de paz mundial, de união entre os povos, irmandade entre as raças, paz e amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tudo é muito lindo, muito perfeito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mas, o que você faz&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As pessoas vivem resmungando do individualismo dos outros, do sonho desfeito da união&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mas, o que você faz&lt;/span&gt;?? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dizer que na Tv só passa violência, que os politicos são corruptos, que a humanidade só pensa em futilidades, que o mundo está cada vez mais capitalista é facil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mas, o que você faz&lt;/span&gt;???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É muito fácil falar, julgar, desdizer, excluir-se da culpa, pondo-se sempre como vítima, ou como a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pobre donzela&lt;/span&gt; presa no alto da torre, vendo as coisas lá de cima, sem a mínima idéia do que acontece ao seu redor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ou ainda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;como o &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Quasímodo&lt;/span&gt; que cria uma realidade utópica, em que convive na sociedade, sem sentir-se julgado por seus modos e/ou suas crenças&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Existem "&lt;em&gt;tipos&lt;/em&gt;" que se fecham em seu mundinho particular, sem dar entrada à outras pessoas, de "quando em vez" de "outros mundos" e depois enchem a boca para falar do individualismo dos outros. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Irônico não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sei que não sou &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a pessoa mais apropriada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; para falar sobre o assunto, pois tenho meus momentos, meu mundo, em que confesso para entrar alguém dá um trabalhinho. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Assim como qualquer ser humano, tenho meus defeitos, minhas preferências, porém não me faço vítima das situações, tenho minhas culpas, mas pelo menos quando assumo isto, eu faço alguma coisa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mas e você, o que você faz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;By:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;IsaBella MenSant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-5839596114978338530?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/5839596114978338530/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=5839596114978338530&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/5839596114978338530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/5839596114978338530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2008/08/voc-o-que-voc-fazmas-o-que-voc-faz.html' title='Você é o que você faz...Mas o que você faz???'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-1350359466438297914</id><published>2008-08-05T14:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T15:36:40.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nota!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;_A Blog'Novela "&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Faculdade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;em&gt; é uma obra de&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;responsabilidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; de sua produtora_&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os personagens são &lt;strong&gt;ficticios&lt;/strong&gt;, qualquer semelhança com &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;pessoas reais&lt;/span&gt; é mera coincidencia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a &lt;strong&gt;HISTÓRIA&lt;/strong&gt; tambem é uma criação da cabeça de sua idealizadora, qualquer semelhança com &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;fatos reais&lt;/span&gt;, é loucura da mesma, ou mania de perseguição da sua pessoa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-1350359466438297914?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/1350359466438297914/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=1350359466438297914&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/1350359466438297914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/1350359466438297914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2008/08/nota.html' title='Nota!'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-2517620776336645208</id><published>2008-08-04T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T17:02:08.988-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog&apos;novela &quot;A Faculdade&quot;'/><title type='text'>Minha Blog'Novela!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;_A Faculdade_&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;_No começo tudo é festa, novas amizades, novos conhecimentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;(parece começo de BIg Brother sabe? com a diferença de serem uns 30 candidatos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Tem todos os "tipos", os mais soltos, os mais timidos, os falsos timidos (aqueles que depois de uma hora já estão super soltinhos), os extrovertidos(aqueles que fazem de tudo para ser o centro das atenções),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;enfim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Hora da apresentação (primeira semana, o discurso decorado)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;- Eu sou Giovanna, tenho 20 anos, sou de... escolhi o curso porque me encanta, é meu sonho desde pequena...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;blábláblá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;E assim passam-se horas, até que os 30 se apresentem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;mas como eu disse no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Começo tudo é Festa!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;______________________________________&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Imperdivel!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Será que o clima amistoso durará até quando?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Qual personagem voce se identificará mais??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NÃO PERCAM!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Proximos capitulos da novela "A Faculdade".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dia 20 continua!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;By:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;IsaBella MenSant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-2517620776336645208?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/2517620776336645208/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=2517620776336645208&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/2517620776336645208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/2517620776336645208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2008/08/novidade.html' title='Minha Blog&apos;Novela!'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-7529746396532309049</id><published>2008-08-01T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:51:51.591-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuçando'/><title type='text'>piada!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;Sem nada pra fazer, fico por esse mundo virtual "curiando" o blog dos outros...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Achei essa piada super legal num blog mais legal ainda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://natyxxx.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://natyxxx.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Durante a visita a um hospital psiquiátrico, um dos visitantes perguntou ao diretor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Qual é o critério pelo qual vocês decidem quem precisa ser hospitalizado aqui?&lt;br /&gt;Respondeu o diretor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nós enchemos uma banheira com água e oferecemos ao doente uma colher, um copo e um balde e pedimos que a esvazie. De acordo com a forma que ele decida realizar a missão, nós decidimos se o hospitalizamos ou não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Entendi, uma pessoa normal usaria o balde, que é maior que o copo e a colher...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Não, uma pessoa normal tiraria a tampa do ralo. O que o senhor prefere...quarto particular ou enfermaria?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dedicado a todos os que escolheram o balde&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-7529746396532309049?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/7529746396532309049/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=7529746396532309049&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/7529746396532309049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/7529746396532309049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2008/08/piada.html' title='piada!!'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-3248038098094222561</id><published>2008-07-31T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:53:23.310-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desabafo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Algumas coisa que me deixam perplexas, uma bate o recorde...&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas que parecem não possuir amor próprio, pessoas que preferem sofrer a mudar...&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Querer mudar é o começo de tudo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_Dar valos as coisas mais simples, mostrará o quão maravilhoso é a vida&lt;br /&gt;_Paixão e Amor são sentimentos que nos levam a felicidade e não a dor&lt;br /&gt;Amor e Paixão não correspondidos deve nos levar a reflexão&lt;br /&gt;O valer a pena é uma das coisas que mais &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;DEPENDEM DE VOCÊ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;By:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;IsaBella MenSant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-3248038098094222561?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/3248038098094222561/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=3248038098094222561&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/3248038098094222561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/3248038098094222561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_31.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-7608166357316371618</id><published>2008-07-30T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:57:45.828-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SJD9Jtk0FSI/AAAAAAAAAIE/2OPE60pdY2c/s1600-h/ATgAAADRRoEpfjUqyk-TILyeBxLXxaHREfShspSsY3-CVS_mZSX0zNarNKBIz34S0FEN_B5MWlVMyVKhkn7cPIT1s7bwAJtU9VCLL3ndtNKH5HCwW1ZSBkB8iGrKbQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228957510671799586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SJD9Jtk0FSI/AAAAAAAAAIE/2OPE60pdY2c/s400/ATgAAADRRoEpfjUqyk-TILyeBxLXxaHREfShspSsY3-CVS_mZSX0zNarNKBIz34S0FEN_B5MWlVMyVKhkn7cPIT1s7bwAJtU9VCLL3ndtNKH5HCwW1ZSBkB8iGrKbQ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" Se a luz da vida fosse como a do&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tudo seria tão perfeito..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;By:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Isabella MenSant!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-7608166357316371618?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/7608166357316371618/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=7608166357316371618&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/7608166357316371618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/7608166357316371618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SJD9Jtk0FSI/AAAAAAAAAIE/2OPE60pdY2c/s72-c/ATgAAADRRoEpfjUqyk-TILyeBxLXxaHREfShspSsY3-CVS_mZSX0zNarNKBIz34S0FEN_B5MWlVMyVKhkn7cPIT1s7bwAJtU9VCLL3ndtNKH5HCwW1ZSBkB8iGrKbQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-8552059581883845753</id><published>2008-07-29T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:59:01.368-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desabafo'/><title type='text'>Caros Colegas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vendo (mais uma) coisa que me deixou louca na internet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;veio a ideia deste post-desabafo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o fato de&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pensarmos em união apenas quando nos convém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É engraçado como na hora de reclamar as pessoas são rapidas e objetivas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Outra coisa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;separar a sala do 2° período de Comunicação Social da Uneb de Juazeiro em " blocos, sub-blocos, free-lancers e etc" deveria ser feito por pessoas que não façam parte de nenhum destes grupos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ou seja, ninguém tem moral nenhuma para isto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Em todos os lugares haverá, sempre, separações. Isto não é privilégio da nossa turma!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Acredito que meu Caro Colega Dudu expressou-se mal em seu blog, pois não podemos exigir que mais de 45 pessoas, de diversos lugares, com jeitos e pensamentos diferentes, e que na maioria das vezes só participam de coisas que lhes interessam, cheguem a um concenso rapidamente e sem atritos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu fiz parte das 14 ( e não 13) pessoas que foram sim para aula,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fui uma das pessoas que apoiou o "boicote"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E sim, &lt;strong&gt;sou individualista &lt;/strong&gt;( &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;ou pelo menos me vejo obrigada a ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Assim como &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;são&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; todos os &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;outros 45 alunos do meu período.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;by:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;IsaBella MenSant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-8552059581883845753?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/8552059581883845753/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=8552059581883845753&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/8552059581883845753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/8552059581883845753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2008/07/caros-colegas.html' title='Caros Colegas...'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-7197834631893535332</id><published>2008-07-21T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T22:00:42.803-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presentes'/><title type='text'>Thank's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TECA&lt;/span&gt; e ao seu lindo blog &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;tudo que há de bom&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amei o presentinho flOr!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225604515180215346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SIUTnr_-fDI/AAAAAAAAAH8/hyX7FHBvkJE/s320/selo-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Vamos Preservar o que é nosso!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-7197834631893535332?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/7197834631893535332/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=7197834631893535332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/7197834631893535332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/7197834631893535332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2008/07/thanks.html' title='Thank&apos;s'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SIUTnr_-fDI/AAAAAAAAAH8/hyX7FHBvkJE/s72-c/selo-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-3506704397235304829</id><published>2008-07-21T14:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T22:01:44.227-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Queria saber expressar o que sinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;meus pensamentos correm soltos dentro de mim"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;by:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Isabella MenSant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-3663833790916847317</id><published>2008-07-17T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T22:03:32.439-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desabafo'/><title type='text'>O esplêndido ato de saber calar!</title><content type='html'>Seria otimo se as pessoas pensassem ( e muito) antes de falar&lt;br /&gt;evitaria tanto estresse por parte das pessoas que são obrigadas a ouvir.&lt;br /&gt;Tantas insanidades são ditas, tanto tempo (dos outros) desperdiçado.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje em meio a uma aula de cultura brasileira (depois de ouvir tantas coisas inuteis) me peguei escrevendo sobre isto.&lt;br /&gt;O ser humano tem a incrivel capacidade de pensar, mas a grande maioria extrapola nesses pensamentos, e o pior têm que mostra-los as outras pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;Existe um ditado chines que é mais ou menos assim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temos dois ouvidos e uma boca.&lt;br /&gt;Ou seja temos que ouvir mais e falar menos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seria tão bom se todos pensassem assim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:Isabella Mensant!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-3663833790916847317?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/3663833790916847317/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=3663833790916847317&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/3663833790916847317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/3663833790916847317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2008/07/o-esplndido-ato-de-saber-calar.html' title='O esplêndido ato de saber calar!'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-5011822735773524557</id><published>2008-07-15T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T22:05:49.679-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presentes'/><title type='text'>Feliz NIVER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SH0-dLEZasI/AAAAAAAAAH0/DMvK14Q-7ew/s1600-h/isaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223399813728004802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SH0-dLEZasI/AAAAAAAAAH0/DMvK14Q-7ew/s320/isaaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Nesse dia tão especial &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;queria te dar o ceu e o mar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;o sol e a lua...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas te dou o que de mais precioso eu tenho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Parabens Fê e Juazeiro - Ba&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Obrigado por fazerem parte da minha vidaa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;By:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;IsaBella MenSant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-5011822735773524557?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/5011822735773524557/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=5011822735773524557&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/5011822735773524557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/5011822735773524557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2008/07/feliz-niver.html' title='Feliz NIVER!'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/SH0-dLEZasI/AAAAAAAAAH0/DMvK14Q-7ew/s72-c/isaaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-1017138212152516023</id><published>2008-07-11T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T06:36:51.589-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desabafo'/><title type='text'>Sempree!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Preciso dizer que estou feliz, não porque amo as coisas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas porque tudo ultimamente está dando certo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;sol&lt;/span&gt; parece que brilha com mais intensidade,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lua&lt;/span&gt; a cada dia aparece com seu encanto extraordinario,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;os &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dias&lt;/span&gt; não passam mais lentamente, como antigamente.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje percebo que realmente a melhor coisa pra tudo é &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;O TEMPO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pois...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As feridas SEMPRE cicatrizam;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A dor SEMPRE ameniza;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As lembranças SEMPRE se perdem;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os sentimentos SEMPRE mudam;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os motivos para sorrir serão outros;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apenas uma coisa não deve mudar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nosso amor proprio.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;by:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Isabella MenSant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-1017138212152516023?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-1422221566567210967</id><published>2008-07-08T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T06:38:39.441-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desabafo'/><title type='text'>Eu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Feliz&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;apaixonada&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;louca&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;desesperada&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;dividida&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;confusa&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;solitaria&lt;/span&gt;, triste, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ansiosa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-1422221566567210967?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/1422221566567210967/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=1422221566567210967&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/1422221566567210967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/1422221566567210967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2008/07/eu.html' title='Eu...'/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-4450755173218388407</id><published>2008-07-05T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T06:43:23.602-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abstratas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Cedo ou tarde a gente vai se encontrar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tenho certeza numa bem melhor"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;NXZero_ Cedo ou tarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-4450755173218388407?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/4450755173218388407/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=4450755173218388407&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/4450755173218388407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/4450755173218388407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2008/07/cedo-ou-tarde-gente-vai-se-encontrar.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-3630887101114800390</id><published>2008-07-01T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T06:44:57.980-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abstratas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bom diaa!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tow aqui pra postar um textO que eu amoOo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda pior que a convicção do &lt;strong&gt;não&lt;/strong&gt; e a incerteza do &lt;strong&gt;talvez&lt;/strong&gt; é a desilusão de um &lt;strong&gt;quase&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;É o quase que me incomoda, que me entristece, que me mata &lt;em&gt;trazendo tudo que poderia ter sido e não foi&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem quase ganhou ainda joga, quem quase passou ainda estuda, quem quase morreu está vivo, quem quase amou não amou.&lt;br /&gt;Basta pensar nas oportunidades que escaparam pelos dedos, nas chances que se perdem por medo, nas idéias que nunca sairão do papel por essa maldita mania de viver no outono.&lt;br /&gt;Pergunto-me, às vezes, o que nos leva a escolher uma vida morna; ou melhor não me pergunto, contesto.&lt;br /&gt;A resposta eu sei de cór, está &lt;em&gt;estampada na distância e frieza dos sorrisos, na frouxidão dos abraços, na indiferença dos "Bom dia", quase que sussurrados.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobra covardia e falta coragem até pra ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A paixão queima, o amor enlouquece, o desejo trai.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez esses fossem &lt;em&gt;bons motivos para decidir entre a alegria e a dor, sentir o nada,&lt;/em&gt; mas não são.&lt;br /&gt;Se a virtude estivesse mesmo no meio termo, o mar não teria ondas, os dias seriam nublados e o arco-íris em tons de cinza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O nada não ilumina, não inspira, não aflige nem acalma, &lt;strong&gt;apenas amplia o vazio&lt;/strong&gt; que cada um traz dentro de si&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Não é que fé mova montanhas, nem que todas as estrelas estejam ao alcance, para as coisas que não podem ser mudadas resta-nos somente paciência porém, &lt;em&gt;preferir a derrota prévia &lt;/em&gt;à dúvida da vitória é desperdiçar a oportunidade de merecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pros erros há perdão; pros fracassos, chance; pros amores impossíveis, tempo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De nada adianta cercar um coração vazio ou economizar alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um romance cujo fim é instantâneo ou indolor não é romance.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe que a saudade sufoque, que a rotina acomode, que o medo impeça de tentar.&lt;br /&gt;Desconfie do destino e &lt;em&gt;ACREDITE EM VOCÊ&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gaste mais horas realizando que sonhando, fazendo que planejando, vivendo que esperando&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque,embora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem quase morre esteja vivo, quem quase vive já morreu. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-3630887101114800390?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/3630887101114800390/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=3630887101114800390&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/3630887101114800390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/3630887101114800390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2008/07/bom-diaa-tow-aqui-pra-postar-um-texto.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-7778374734291946443</id><published>2008-06-29T11:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T06:46:05.665-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desabafo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoje olhando algumas coisas na net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;percebi o quanto as pessoas mudam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(tudo bem mudar faz parte da vida),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas algumas mudanças me deixam perplexa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que mudou de maneira espontanea? Ou só mudou por necessidade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que com o perdão do pessimismo e da incredibiidade, algumas coisas não mudam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por exemplo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não gostar de uma pessoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas, tornar-se intima dela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Torcer pro Corinthians, e depois virar palmeirense doente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nooooossaaa!!! Essa Foi podre...rsrs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rockeiro gostar de Pagodão Bahiano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinceramente muitas coisas que não compreendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito menos acredito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudar é humano, mas certas mudanças&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei NÂO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-7778374734291946443?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/7778374734291946443/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=7778374734291946443&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/7778374734291946443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123524679018747796/posts/default/7778374734291946443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/2008/06/hoje-olhando-algumas-coisas-na-net.html' title=''/><author><name>Isabella MenSant!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07058659325972994493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MyB9pVCBdRw/R5s7winmNbI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1ETih69bPJU/S220/isdierhjf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123524679018747796.post-8844782453236650364</id><published>2008-06-29T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T06:46:57.931-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abstratas'/><title type='text'>Thank's!!!</title><content type='html'>Ao meO anJo Salvador..&lt;br /&gt;Que me ajudou a colocar esse Lay aqui no Blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visitem o blog dele:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.higue-ni.com/angelus/"&gt;www.higue-ni.com/angelus/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É perfeitoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais Uma vez MuitiSsimo Obrigada ao Wandrey pelo Lay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123524679018747796-8844782453236650364?l=bellamensant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellamensant.blogspot.com/feeds/8844782453236650364/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123524679018747796&amp;postID=8844782453236650364&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ter que Te deixar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;DOÍ&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;span 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style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nosso caso teria tudo pra dar certo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;MAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A distancia que nos separa, não é apenas de quilimetros de uma cidade a outra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sei lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sabe quando voce um dia acorda e percebe que uma coisa não está lhe fazendo bem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Pois é isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não quero mais sofrer, nem chorar, nem lutar contra um sentimento novo que possa surgir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero ser feliz agora!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não quero ter voce por um dia e no outro ter que partir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e te ver 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