<?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-10857262</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:49:42.885-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Adventures</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857262/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastadventures.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255208854532616209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/3603/320/photo20041125132910.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857262.post-114357969212208601</id><published>2006-03-28T17:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T18:01:32.140-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Triste o Fim</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;É, já acabei com esse namoro umas 10.308 vezes!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;O pior de tudo é quando você perde a credibilidade com as amigas e diz que não vai mais voltar, daí você escuta coisas como: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;Ah, ele te trata mal, você gosta, por isso acaba voltando..., ou &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ih, já vi esse filme, Que Amor cara de pau......&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;Ai, o quanto é duro terminar um relacionamento, porque todo FIM é triste, não importa se é o fim de um relacionamento,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;ou o fim de uma novela, seriado, filme, livro....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;FIM é FIM, e FIM é triste e pronto!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;Como naquela música dos Paralamas:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;?Lágrimas por ninguém, só porque é triste o fim!?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;Vocês devem estar se perguntando se eu realmente não vou voltar com ele, sendo que essa é 10.309 vezes que terminamos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;A resposta é NÃO, e esse não tem vários porquês, um deles engloba uma outra pessoa!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;Essa história tem partes felizes também.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;1-Meu ex me chamou de baleia - Desde que terminamos, emagreci 9 kgs&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;2-Descobri o quanto as amigas são importantes na nossa vida, principalmente se elas odeiam o Ex!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;3-&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;Da passagem do ano novo pra cá, fiz várias promessas, e vários desejos, todos anotadinhos em uma agenda, e por mais incrível que pareça, acho que Deus olhou pra mim, porque eu to vendo todos os meus desejos se realizando, um por um!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;4- Nada mais gostoso do que passar na frente do Ex, extremamente gostosa, de saia e bota, e de mãos dadas com outro! (Não esqueçam que ele me chamou de baleia).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/10857262-114357969212208601?l=lastadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/114357969212208601/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857262&amp;postID=114357969212208601&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857262/posts/default/114357969212208601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857262/posts/default/114357969212208601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastadventures.blogspot.com/2006/03/triste-o-fim.html' title='Triste o Fim'/><author><name>Tata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255208854532616209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/3603/320/photo20041125132910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857262.post-114357454317506437</id><published>2006-03-28T16:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T16:41:03.816-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Franga pra que?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Outro dia minha mamãe disse:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;?-É impressionante como você consegue o que quer!?.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;E mais...Você deve ter nascido com a bunda virada pra Lua!??.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bom, ela pode não ser virada para a Lua, mas consideramos que ela seja uma &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bela bunda!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sim, beleza é superficial sim, e daí? Mas ela traz muitos e muitos benefícios!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Como por exemplo, na hora de pedir informações, ou na hora de ir ao mercado, comprar 10kg de frango, mandar o cara separar a coxa da sobrecoxa e colocar em pacotinhos de 1 kg.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Assim, você deve estar pensando então:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ah, melhor ser&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;rica então, pois isso seria um trabalho da Empregada!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas... O que adianta você ter uma empregada feia? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pensem!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se ela for uma puta barangona, chegar ao mercado e pedir pra cortar a coxa e sobrecoxa, bla bla bla,, ela vai chegar na sua casa provavelmente com os pedaços inteiros, e separados em pacotes de 5kg.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Então, sendo rica, teríamos que contratar uma empregada bonitona!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O problema estaria resolvido se fõssemos solteiras ou lésbicas, ainda mais lésbicas, porque as lésbicas sairiam 2 vezes mais no lucro do que as héteros! E por que as casadas não podem ter empregadas bonitonas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Helooooooooooow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ter uma empregada bonita em casa, com o marido por perto???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey, é pedir pra levar chifre né?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bom, dentre tantos empecílios, é melhor a gente ficar com, medo da Gripe Aviária e parar de comer frango definitivamente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857262-114357454317506437?l=lastadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/114357454317506437/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857262&amp;postID=114357454317506437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857262/posts/default/114357454317506437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857262/posts/default/114357454317506437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastadventures.blogspot.com/2006/03/franga-pra-que.html' title='Franga pra que?'/><author><name>Tata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255208854532616209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/3603/320/photo20041125132910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857262.post-114346727938192595</id><published>2006-03-27T10:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T11:23:52.376-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Capitulo 1- Meu Primeiro Beijo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6294/857/1600/beijo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6294/857/320/beijo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ainda me lembro de quando era pequena, e arrumei na escola o meu 1º namorado!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ele era o mais cobiçado da escola, tinha pinta e nome de galã mexicano, ele se chamava Marcio José.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Um dia me arranjaram um primeiro beijo com ele, na hora do recreio, eu tremia igual vara verde, minhas mão suavam.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não tive coragem!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eca!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Eca! Eca!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Língua com língua, troca de cuspes....... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Totalmente apavorada, a única saída que pude inventar na hora foi um desmaio, porque eu achava extremamente chique desmaiar, e tinha encontrado uma maneira de fugir daquele ato nojento.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Acho que nunca fui muito normal, porque o meu 1º beijo de&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;verdade, ocorreu aos meus 9 anos de idade, atrás da igreja do bairro, com um menino que gostava de mim. Não, eu não gostava dele, ele gostava de mim. Eca de novo!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Por que alguém daria seu primeiro beijo em alguém de quem não gosta? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Talvez por saber que essa pessoa não iria me machucar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Será que isso tem a ver com o fato de que as meninas procuram &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;em seus maridos os pais, assim como os homens procuram em suas esposas pelas mães?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Como vou saber se encontrei meu pai em meus relacionamentos, se meu pai faleceu quando eu tinha 2 anos?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bom, acho que isso será um ótimo tema a ser discutido na próxima sessão de Terapia, que eu ainda nem comecei!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857262-114346727938192595?l=lastadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/114346727938192595/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857262&amp;postID=114346727938192595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857262/posts/default/114346727938192595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857262/posts/default/114346727938192595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastadventures.blogspot.com/2006/03/capitulo-1-meu-primeiro-beijo.html' title='Capitulo 1- Meu Primeiro Beijo'/><author><name>Tata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255208854532616209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/3603/320/photo20041125132910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857262.post-112007282429824597</id><published>2005-06-29T16:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T16:20:24.303-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Streap Tease</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6294/857/1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6294/857/320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Hum, fiquei sabendo que em Oslo, o Streap Tease é uma forma de arte, assim como uma ópera ou um balé.&lt;br /&gt;E isso foi um decisão de juri.&lt;br /&gt;Engraçado que eu poderia ser considerada uma artista não remunerada, afinal eu não ando fazendo Streaps por aí, mas o Tataboy que poderia colocar umas moedinhas na minha calcinha né?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já que meu primeiro Streap foi um desastre, será que eu poderia pedir indenização ao sujeito, ficar rica as custas dele e de um Streap que não foi feito, depois compraruma casa em Balli?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que eu já tô sonhando alto demais né?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857262-112007282429824597?l=lastadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/112007282429824597/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857262&amp;postID=112007282429824597&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857262/posts/default/112007282429824597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857262/posts/default/112007282429824597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastadventures.blogspot.com/2005/06/streap-tease.html' title='Streap Tease'/><author><name>Tata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255208854532616209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/3603/320/photo20041125132910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857262.post-110934500614987480</id><published>2005-02-25T12:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T14:18:03.426-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Orkut Ferra a Minha Vida!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Esse Orkut era uma beleza!&lt;br /&gt;Você se inscreve lá, começa a fuçar, acha um monte de amigos, é achado pelos seus amigos da escola, relembra aqueles tempos medonhos da lambada, menudos, tudo muito engraçado, divertido, a maior nostalgia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daí, você está na casa do seu namorado, comentando todas aquelas pessoas que você encontrou no Orkut, e ele pega umas fotos, pra te contar do passado dele, afinal, vamos viver essa nostalgia juntos, quando, bem no meio das fotos, você acha uma fulana com cabelão armado, peladona, sim é a ex namorada dele, e os dois riem, você também é claro, pois não vai ver a fulana nunca mais...Quem disse que nunca mais???????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia seguinte, você abre a página do Orkut do pretê, pra deixar aquele recadinho ultra-fofo-romanticuzinho, e vê ela lá, como se fosse uma barata-voadora-carnívora-do-amazonas, enorme, sobrevoando a sua cabeça!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que fazer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, ela mesmo, aquela dos cabelos à La Maria Betânia, só que desta vez, com chapinha no cabelo e deixando o primeiro recado do dia pra ele, aquela fulana que você viu pelada, e que você achou que nunca mais fosse ver na vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desci do salto, arranquei a peruca, bem a La Daniela Cicarelli e fiz o maior escândalo, rasguei a foto, deletei ela do orkut dele, e o deixei de castigo, nada de brincadeirinhas , festinhas, enfermeira, tia da escola, nada de nada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tá, eu exagerei, nem precisam me chamar de insegura, mas ponham-se no meu lugar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se sua namorada aparecesse com a foto de um pintudo, e depois você visse a cara do sujeito no Orkut dela, os dois amiguinhos, relembrando os velhos tempos, o que fariam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficariam felizes da vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857262-110934500614987480?l=lastadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/110934500614987480/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857262&amp;postID=110934500614987480&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857262/posts/default/110934500614987480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857262/posts/default/110934500614987480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastadventures.blogspot.com/2005/02/orkut-ferra-minha-vida.html' title='Orkut Ferra a Minha Vida!'/><author><name>Tata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255208854532616209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/3603/320/photo20041125132910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857262.post-110917031583021182</id><published>2005-02-23T11:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T13:54:18.830-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Homens, Futebol e Casamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sabia que os homens que gostam de futebol são mais propensos a construirem uma família? Como eu sei disso? Fiz uma pesquisa com familiares e amigos e acabei descobrindo que aqueles homens que conseguem assumir um compromisso com um time, podem assumir um compromisso com nós mulheres também.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como eu cheguei a essa conclusão? Observando. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todos os homens casados que eu conheço nutrem desde a adolescencia uma paixao por um time, isso e uma prova de que nao foi a monotomia do casamento que truxe o futebol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sei la, pode ser besteira, mas e se eu fiz uma grande descoberta? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sera que o Jo Soares vai me entrevistar?&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/10857262-110917031583021182?l=lastadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/110917031583021182/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857262&amp;postID=110917031583021182&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857262/posts/default/110917031583021182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857262/posts/default/110917031583021182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastadventures.blogspot.com/2005/02/homens-futebol-e-casamento.html' title='Homens, Futebol e Casamento'/><author><name>Tata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255208854532616209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/3603/320/photo20041125132910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857262.post-110908593864625431</id><published>2005-02-22T12:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T14:14:07.693-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cicarelli é que tá certa!</title><content type='html'>Todo mundo disse que a Dani expulsou aquela Rapariga do Casamento porque tava com ciúmes, porque a Loira tava brilhando mais que ela, e que ela ainda sente alguma coisa pelo Diniz.&lt;br /&gt;Ai Imprensa do cacete!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se fosse no meu pobrinho casamento, eu faria o mesmo, porque a cadela foi de branco ao casamento (não se vai de branco em casamento) exceto a noiva, e ela foi pra afrontar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas se fosse comigo, eu teria feito o maior barraco, sem dúvida, a diferença é que a imprensa não ia cobrir, mas o bairro todo ia lembrar, pra sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lógico que agora a Dani deve estar mal, não por dó da outra, mas porque agora ela (a outra) está saindo em todos os veí&amp;shy;culos de comunicação, saiu até no Fantástico, claro que se fosse comigo, eu estaria P da vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Dani agiu emocionalmente, eu concordo, agora tá todo mundo falando, inclusive a Mirlene (ex-mulher do Ronaldo) deu uma declaração de que a Daniela era ciumenta e possessiva, inclusive tinha rasgado todas as fotos dela com o Ronaldo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas que diabos essa Sonsa tem a ver com isso?!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que ela vive junto com a Daniela e o Ronaldo pra saber disso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque quando eu rasguei as fotos das exs do Tataboy (ops), nenhuma delas ficou sabendo, acho que nem o Tataboy ficou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; 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BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/3603/320/pernas1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Pra quem lia o Tata Blog Adventures e para quem nunca leu (isso aÃ­ amigÃ£o, vai ficar curioso, * droga! existe o google), terminando o Ãºltimo post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Minha situaÃ§Ã£o: Eu, Meu Amante e meu namorado no elevador, um olhando pra cara do outro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;TÃ¡, eu moro no 10Âº andar, mas parecia que eu morava no 100Âº! Foi a viajem mais longa de elevador da minha vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Pra vocÃªs terem uma noÃ§Ã£o, dava pra escutar meu coraÃ§Ã£o.&lt;br /&gt;Chegamos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Logo o dilema: O que fazer?&lt;br /&gt;Enxaqueca! Isso!&lt;br /&gt;Naquela noite deu tudo, enxaqueca, enjÃ´o, medo mde morrer......ai&lt;br /&gt;SoluÃ§Ã£o: Dois calmantes (nÃ£o faÃ§am isso em casa crianÃ§as), na verdade eu queria me teletransportar.&lt;br /&gt;Next Day:&lt;br /&gt;Uma voz distante:&lt;br /&gt;-Acorda e conta pra ele toda a verdade entre nÃ³s&lt;br /&gt;-hein?&lt;br /&gt;-Que verdade Tatiana (gritos)&lt;br /&gt;-barulhos no meu estÃ´mago&lt;br /&gt;-Conta Logo!&lt;br /&gt;PÃ¢nico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, resolvi falar:&lt;br /&gt;-DÃ¡ pra vocÃªs falarem mais baixo que eu estou com dor de cabeÃ§a!&lt;br /&gt;Arriscado, eu sei, jÃ¡ pensou apanhar dos dois?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EntÃ£o, uma briga estava se armando, eu olhava pro meu quarto e pensava em quantas coisas eles poderiam quebrar ali, incluindo a minha linda carinha, eu entrei a favor do meu namorado, porque o outro era........o outro, e ele era diversÃ£o, (desculpa outro eu sei que vocÃª vai ler).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a gente arruma outro (a), a gente quer diversÃ£o, quer experiÃªncias novas, nÃ£o tava ali pra me apaixonar por ele (tudo bem, tudo bem, ele nÃ£o sabia disso), fui cruel e daÃ­? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas ele tambÃ©m foi, porque o outro nÃ£o tinha nada que se rebelar, ele era o outro e acabou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SÃ³ para matar a curiosidade de vocÃªs, meu namoro durou um ano ainda, e sÃ³ terminou quando eu conheci o Tataboy, que estÃ¡ comigo atÃ© hoje. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sou amiga do Outro ainda, mas sÃ³ amiga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857262-110866714393568782?l=lastadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/110866714393568782/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857262&amp;postID=110866714393568782&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857262/posts/default/110866714393568782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857262/posts/default/110866714393568782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastadventures.blogspot.com/2005/02/pra-quem-lia-o-tata-blog-adventures-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Tata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255208854532616209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/3603/320/photo20041125132910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857262.post-110857262318780469</id><published>2005-02-17T13:03:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T14:03:35.390-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/3603/640/collage.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/3603/320/collage.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nem sei se vou fazer um outro blog ou um fotoblog, acho que vou fazer os dois, assim evita maiores trabalhos, afinal sou preguiÃ§osa atÃ© pra fazer sexo!&lt;br /&gt;Sabe o que que foi com o outro blog? Porque mudei de casa, nÃ£o terminei meu outro post e blÃ¡ blÃ¡ blÃ¡? Porque o blogdrive estÃ¡ virando pago tambÃ©m e estava tendo vÃ¡rias limitaÃ§Ãµes pta postar imagens e etc, e tambÃ©m como inconstante que sou, enjoei da cara dele.&lt;br /&gt;Mas e o post nÃ£o terminado?&lt;br /&gt;Sabe, fiquei com preguiÃ§a de terminar a histÃ³ria, mas pra quem ficou curioso, prometo que juro que vou terminÃ¡-la aqui tÃ¡? &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857262-110857262318780469?l=lastadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/110857262318780469/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857262&amp;postID=110857262318780469&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857262/posts/default/110857262318780469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857262/posts/default/110857262318780469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastadventures.blogspot.com/2005/02/nem-sei-se-vou-fazer-um-outro-blog-ou.html' title=''/><author><name>Tata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255208854532616209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/3603/320/photo20041125132910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857262.post-110857217512339324</id><published>2005-02-17T12:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T13:56:21.506-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/3603/640/collage3.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; 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margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/3603/320/collage1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857262-110857127603750226?l=lastadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/110857127603750226/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857262&amp;postID=110857127603750226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857262/posts/default/110857127603750226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857262/posts/default/110857127603750226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastadventures.blogspot.com/2005/02/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Tata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255208854532616209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/3603/320/photo20041125132910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857262.post-110856884618065641</id><published>2005-02-16T13:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T13:47:26.180-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/3603/640/S3010868.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/3603/320/S3010868.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha vida, eu preciso mudar todo o dia&lt;br /&gt;Pra escapar da rotina dos meus desejos por seus beijos&lt;br /&gt;Dos meus sonhos eu procuro acordar e perseguir meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Mas a realidade que vem depois nÃ£o Ã© bem aquela que planejei&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero sempre mais&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero sempre mais&lt;br /&gt;Eu espero sempre mais de ti&lt;br /&gt;Por isso hoje estou tÃ£o triste&lt;br /&gt;Porque querer estÃ¡ tÃ£o longe de poder&lt;br /&gt;E quem eu quero estÃ¡ tÃ£o longe, longe de mim&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857262-110856884618065641?l=lastadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/110856884618065641/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857262&amp;postID=110856884618065641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857262/posts/default/110856884618065641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857262/posts/default/110856884618065641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastadventures.blogspot.com/2005/02/minha-vida-eu-preciso-mudar-todo-o-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>Tata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255208854532616209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/3603/320/photo20041125132910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857262.post-110855890009735193</id><published>2005-02-16T11:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T11:01:40.096-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/3603/640/collage4.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/3603/320/collage4.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim sou eu!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857262-110855890009735193?l=lastadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/110855890009735193/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857262&amp;postID=110855890009735193&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857262/posts/default/110855890009735193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857262/posts/default/110855890009735193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastadventures.blogspot.com/2005/02/sim-sou-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Tata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255208854532616209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/3603/320/photo20041125132910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857262.post-110855878372656263</id><published>2005-02-16T10:59:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T10:59:43.726-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/3603/640/S3010840.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/3603/320/S3010840.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tataboy&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857262-110855878372656263?l=lastadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/110855878372656263/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857262&amp;postID=110855878372656263&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857262/posts/default/110855878372656263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857262/posts/default/110855878372656263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastadventures.blogspot.com/2005/02/tataboy.html' title=''/><author><name>Tata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255208854532616209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/3603/320/photo20041125132910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857262.post-110855861558179588</id><published>2005-02-16T10:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T10:56:55.580-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/3603/640/collage3.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/3603/320/collage3.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse Ã© o amor da minha vida, Gabriel! &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857262-110855861558179588?l=lastadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/110855861558179588/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857262&amp;postID=110855861558179588&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857262/posts/default/110855861558179588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857262/posts/default/110855861558179588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastadventures.blogspot.com/2005/02/esse-o-amor-da-minha-vida-gabriel.html' title=''/><author><name>Tata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255208854532616209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/3603/320/photo20041125132910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857262.post-110855853888245143</id><published>2005-02-16T10:55:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T10:55:38.883-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/3603/640/collage2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/3603/320/collage2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse Ã© o Zidane, meu Lhasa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857262-110855853888245143?l=lastadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/110855853888245143/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857262&amp;postID=110855853888245143&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857262/posts/default/110855853888245143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857262/posts/default/110855853888245143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastadventures.blogspot.com/2005/02/esse-o-zidane-meu-lhasa.html' title=''/><author><name>Tata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255208854532616209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/3603/320/photo20041125132910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857262.post-110849542426494490</id><published>2005-02-15T17:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T17:23:44.266-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/3603/640/photo20041125132910.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/3603/320/photo20041125132910.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teste&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857262-110849542426494490?l=lastadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/110849542426494490/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857262&amp;postID=110849542426494490&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857262/posts/default/110849542426494490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857262/posts/default/110849542426494490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastadventures.blogspot.com/2005/02/teste.html' title=''/><author><name>Tata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255208854532616209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/3603/320/photo20041125132910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10857262.post-110849530501794248</id><published>2005-02-15T17:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T17:21:45.016-02:00</updated><title type='text'>De Teste</title><content type='html'>SÃ³ testando&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10857262-110849530501794248?l=lastadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lastadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/110849530501794248/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10857262&amp;postID=110849530501794248&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857262/posts/default/110849530501794248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10857262/posts/default/110849530501794248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lastadventures.blogspot.com/2005/02/de-teste.html' title='De Teste'/><author><name>Tata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255208854532616209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/270/3603/320/photo20041125132910.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
