<?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-28796307</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:17:27.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diário de adolescente</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703457387788496370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28796307.post-5003914310299221659</id><published>2008-01-14T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T14:36:40.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/R4vjqi_3yJI/AAAAAAAAAJg/MqqWlxxyACk/s1600-h/hellokitty007.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/R4vjqi_3yJI/AAAAAAAAAJg/MqqWlxxyACk/s400/hellokitty007.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155464518544378002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nada melhor que&lt;br /&gt;Ferias&lt;br /&gt;Verao&lt;br /&gt;Calor.......&lt;br /&gt;Que vidinha boa.....&lt;br /&gt;hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;Pena que ferias dura&lt;br /&gt;pouquinho&lt;br /&gt;bua...bua....&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/28796307-5003914310299221659?l=amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/5003914310299221659/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28796307&amp;postID=5003914310299221659' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/5003914310299221659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/5003914310299221659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/2008/01/nada-melhor-que-ferias-verao-calor.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703457387788496370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/R4vjqi_3yJI/AAAAAAAAAJg/MqqWlxxyACk/s72-c/hellokitty007.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28796307.post-935243140364708814</id><published>2008-01-14T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T14:24:21.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/R4ve7i_3yII/AAAAAAAAAJY/4cGp7amaZx4/s1600-h/hellokitty007.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://img508.imageshack.us/img508/8904/hellokitty007gz5.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155459313044015234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                         &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"A                         vida é uma maravilha&lt;br /&gt;para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;                         &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                         todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt; aqueles que sabem&lt;br /&gt;viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt; e conhecem o verdadeiro                       &lt;br /&gt;pulsar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;                         &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;vida                          eterna que jamais&lt;br /&gt;se acaba."&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/28796307-935243140364708814?l=amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/935243140364708814/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28796307&amp;postID=935243140364708814' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/935243140364708814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/935243140364708814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/2008/01/vida-uma-maravilha-para-todos-aqueles.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703457387788496370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28796307.post-6054615206410349958</id><published>2008-01-14T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T14:02:39.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/R4vbey_3yHI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/jjsaMvung2s/s1600-h/vg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/R4vbey_3yHI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/jjsaMvung2s/s400/vg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155455520587892850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uma das minhas melhores priminhas..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt;Através dessa mensagem, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt;quero lhe agradecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; Quero que saiba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; que sua ajuda me foi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; de grande valia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; E quero que saiba que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; pessoas tão especiais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; como você estão sempre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt;prontas para fortalecer a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt;união fraterna. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; Eu procuro olhar dentro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt;dos corações das pessoas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; porque sabemos que é de lá que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; extraímos o que temos de melhor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; Obrigado por sua atenção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; e pelo carinho dedicado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; Tudo o que fazemos pensando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; em ajudar ao próximo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; pela própria lei da natureza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; nos é devolvido em dobro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; Só entendemos direito o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt;milagre da vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; quando deixamos que o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt;inesperado aconteça. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; Que o Universo te cubra de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; bênçãos e seja sempre muito feliz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; Muito obrigado!&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/28796307-6054615206410349958?l=amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/6054615206410349958/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28796307&amp;postID=6054615206410349958' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/6054615206410349958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/6054615206410349958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/2008/01/uma-das-minhas-melhores-priminhas.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703457387788496370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/R4vbey_3yHI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/jjsaMvung2s/s72-c/vg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28796307.post-695094747015256873</id><published>2008-01-14T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T07:41:17.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/R4uCdy_3yDI/AAAAAAAAAIw/kKOoXoETtz8/s1600-h/boasemana055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/R4uCdy_3yDI/AAAAAAAAAIw/kKOoXoETtz8/s400/boasemana055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155357646873151538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt;Para um preso, menos 7 dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; Para os felizes, 7 motivos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; Para os tristes, mais 7 dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; Para a esperança, 7 novas manhãs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; Para a insônia, 7 longas noites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; Para os sozinhos, 7 chances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; Para os ausentes, 7 culpas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; Para os empresários, 25% do mês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; Para os economistas, 0,019 do ano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; Para o pessimista, 7 riscos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; Para o otimista, 7 oportunidades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; Para a terra, 7 voltas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; Para cumprir o prazo, pouco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; Para criar o mundo, o suficiente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; Para uma gripe, a cura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; Para a história, nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; Para a vida....Tudo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; Faça de cada dia desta semana um dia especial!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; Tenha uma excelente semana... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; ou sete dias maravilhosos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; Depende de você!&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/28796307-695094747015256873?l=amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/695094747015256873/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28796307&amp;postID=695094747015256873' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/695094747015256873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/695094747015256873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/2008/01/para-um-preso-menos-7-dias-para-os.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703457387788496370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/R4uCdy_3yDI/AAAAAAAAAIw/kKOoXoETtz8/s72-c/boasemana055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28796307.post-3257983877760620386</id><published>2008-01-14T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T07:37:20.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/R4uBpy_3yCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/mTrJiKzLIZo/s1600-h/semana4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/R4uBpy_3yCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/mTrJiKzLIZo/s400/semana4.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155356753519953954" 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/28796307-3257983877760620386?l=amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/3257983877760620386/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28796307&amp;postID=3257983877760620386' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/3257983877760620386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/3257983877760620386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703457387788496370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/R4uBpy_3yCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/mTrJiKzLIZo/s72-c/semana4.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28796307.post-8429712012041721460</id><published>2008-01-14T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T05:04:45.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/R4tdIy_3yBI/AAAAAAAAAIg/yFwRHb8RaB4/s1600-h/c140.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/R4tdIy_3yBI/AAAAAAAAAIg/yFwRHb8RaB4/s400/c140.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155316604165670930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TATUAGEM....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiz uma tatuagem&lt;br /&gt;Quando no auge&lt;br /&gt;De uma louca paixão&lt;br /&gt;Escrevi na coragem&lt;br /&gt;Seu nome no peito&lt;br /&gt;Sobre o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você foi embora&lt;br /&gt;A tatuagem não&lt;br /&gt;Então agora&lt;br /&gt;É melhor tatuar no lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(refrão)&lt;br /&gt;(Uhuhu)&lt;br /&gt;Que tal uma tribal&lt;br /&gt;(Uhuhu)&lt;br /&gt;Super bacana&lt;br /&gt;(Uhuhu)&lt;br /&gt;Não vai deixar sinal&lt;br /&gt;(Uhuhu)&lt;br /&gt;De que você foi um belo sacana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a gente gama&lt;br /&gt;Tudo são flores, amores, e blá blá blá&lt;br /&gt;Quando vira um drama&lt;br /&gt;Então é um chora pra lá, e chora pra cá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas foi embora&lt;br /&gt;E a tatuagem não&lt;br /&gt;Então agora&lt;br /&gt;É melhor tatuar no lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(refrão)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Uhuhu)&lt;br /&gt;Que tal uma tribal&lt;br /&gt;(Uhuhu)&lt;br /&gt;Super bacana&lt;br /&gt;(Uhuhu)&lt;br /&gt;Não vai deixar sinal&lt;br /&gt;(Uhuhu)&lt;br /&gt;De que você foi...&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/28796307-8429712012041721460?l=amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/8429712012041721460/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28796307&amp;postID=8429712012041721460' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/8429712012041721460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/8429712012041721460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/2008/01/tatuagem.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703457387788496370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/R4tdIy_3yBI/AAAAAAAAAIg/yFwRHb8RaB4/s72-c/c140.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28796307.post-4459249911000131541</id><published>2008-01-14T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T04:54:03.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/R4taaC_3yAI/AAAAAAAAAIY/AxL354tj-x4/s1600-h/carebear010.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/R4taaC_3yAI/AAAAAAAAAIY/AxL354tj-x4/s400/carebear010.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155313601983531010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A vida tem quatro sentidos.....&lt;br /&gt;Amar,Lutar,Sofrer e Vença&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ame muito&lt;br /&gt;Sofra pouco&lt;br /&gt;Lute bastante&lt;br /&gt;E vença.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pense nisso!!!&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/28796307-4459249911000131541?l=amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/4459249911000131541/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28796307&amp;postID=4459249911000131541' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/4459249911000131541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/4459249911000131541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/2008/01/vida-tem-quatro-sentidos.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703457387788496370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/R4taaC_3yAI/AAAAAAAAAIY/AxL354tj-x4/s72-c/carebear010.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28796307.post-2254041781977660737</id><published>2008-01-13T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T10:52:24.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/R4pdyS_3x-I/AAAAAAAAAII/uHKqdOvq-3k/s1600-h/am225.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/R4pdyS_3x-I/AAAAAAAAAII/uHKqdOvq-3k/s400/am225.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155035842153531362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; oie.....Que o seu domingo seja perfeito como o meu....&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo tendo uma irma xata como a minha.....&lt;br /&gt;hehehehe&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/28796307-2254041781977660737?l=amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/2254041781977660737/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28796307&amp;postID=2254041781977660737' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/2254041781977660737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/2254041781977660737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/2008/01/oie.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703457387788496370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/R4pdyS_3x-I/AAAAAAAAAII/uHKqdOvq-3k/s72-c/am225.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28796307.post-7379466309117616565</id><published>2008-01-13T10:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T10:45:00.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/R4pblC_3x7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/E1Hd5Ecu1gY/s1600-h/am225.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://img183.imageshack.us/img183/6864/am225qd5.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155033415497009074" 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/28796307-7379466309117616565?l=amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/7379466309117616565/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28796307&amp;postID=7379466309117616565' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/7379466309117616565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/7379466309117616565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post_2604.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703457387788496370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28796307.post-6324829059834306173</id><published>2008-01-13T10:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T10:40:39.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/R4pbHy_3x6I/AAAAAAAAAHo/u5EhtO_M3ZM/s1600-h/am225.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/R4pbHy_3x6I/AAAAAAAAAHo/u5EhtO_M3ZM/s400/am225.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155032912985835426" 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/28796307-6324829059834306173?l=amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/6324829059834306173/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28796307&amp;postID=6324829059834306173' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/6324829059834306173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/6324829059834306173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703457387788496370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/R4pbHy_3x6I/AAAAAAAAAHo/u5EhtO_M3ZM/s72-c/am225.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28796307.post-2641930035246140993</id><published>2008-01-13T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T10:38:37.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/R4paYS_3x5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/tLtvmpWdCrU/s1600-h/am334.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/2596/am334rs2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155032096942049170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Amigos são                          "cores", cada qual com seu matiz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                         e um jeito sempre muito marcante. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                         Há o Amigo "cor verde": &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                         é aquele que em tudo ressalta a beleza da Vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                         e põe esperança nela. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                         Ele nos ergue!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                         Há o Amigo "cor azul":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                         ele sempre traz palavras de paz e de serenidade, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                         dando-nos a impressão, ao ouvi-lo, de que estamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                         em contato direto com o céu ou com o profundo azul do                          mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                         Ele nos eleva!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                         Há o Amigo "cor amarela":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                         ele nos aquece, assim como o sol; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                         faz-nos rir, sorrir e enxergar o amarelo brilho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                         das estrelas bem ao alcance das nossas mãos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                         Há o Amigo "cor vermelha":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                         é aquele que domina as regras de viver, é como nosso                          sangue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                         Ele acusa perigos, mas nunca nos abala a coragem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                         É pródigo em palavras apaixonadas e repletas de caloroso                          amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                         Há o Amigo "cor laranja":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                         ele nos traz a sensação de vigor, saúde,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                         enriquece nosso espírito com energias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                         que são verdadeiras vitaminas para o nosso crescimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                         Há o Amigo "cor cinza":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                         ele nos ensina o silêncio, a internalização e o                          autoconhecimento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                         É um indutor a pensamentos e reflexões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                         Ajuda-nos a nos aprofundarmos em nós mesmos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                         Há o Amigo "cor roxa":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                         ele traz à tona nossa essência majestosa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                         como a dos reis e dos magos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                         Suas palavras têm nobreza, autoridade e sabedoria. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                         Há o Amigo "cor preta":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                         ele é mestre em mostrar nosso lado mais obscuro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                         com palavras geralmente duras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                         atinge-nos sem "anestesia" e, com boas intenções,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                         leva-nos a melhor considerar nossas atitudes perante a                          vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                         ... E há o Amigo "cor branca":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                         esse nos revela verdades nascidas da vivência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                         e da incorporação de conhecimentos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                         Ele nos prova que, não só ele, mas também todos os                          outros,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                         têm verdades aprendidas para partilhar conosco. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                         Se reunirmos a todos num Grande Encontro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                         veremos um arco-íris de Amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28796307-2641930035246140993?l=amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/2641930035246140993/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28796307&amp;postID=2641930035246140993' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/2641930035246140993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/2641930035246140993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/2008/01/amigos-so-cores-cada-qual-com-seu-matiz.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703457387788496370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28796307.post-2398953932370383919</id><published>2008-01-13T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T10:33:03.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/R4pZMy_3x4I/AAAAAAAAAHY/Mh3pBCr6L8w/s1600-h/ferias015.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/9459/doseuladojquesteb0.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073690192365880626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28796307-2466318168041632010?l=amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/2466318168041632010/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28796307&amp;postID=2466318168041632010' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/2466318168041632010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/2466318168041632010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post_5483.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703457387788496370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28796307.post-1261072308749362266</id><published>2007-06-08T05:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T05:08:59.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pensando em voce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt;Quando você sentir vontade de chorar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; Não chore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; Pode me chamar que eu choro por você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; Quando você sentir vontade de sorrir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; Me avise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; Que eu venho para nós sorrirmos juntos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; Quando você sentir vontade de amar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; Me chame!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; Que eu venho amar você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; Quando você sentir que está tudo acabado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; Me chame!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; Que eu venho lhe ajudar a reconstruir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; Quando você achar que o mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; é pequeno para suas tristezas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; Me chame!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; Que faço ele pequeno para tanta felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; Quando você precisar de uma mão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; Me chame!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; Que a minha é sempre sua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; Quando você precisar de companhia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; naqueles dias tristes e nublados, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; ou nos dias ensolarados...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; Me chame!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; Eu venho sim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; Quando você estiver precisando ouvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; alguém dizer : Eu te amo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; Me chame!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; Eu digo a toda hora, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; pois meu amor por você é imenso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; E quando você não precisar mais de mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; Me avise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; Que simplesmente irei embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt; pensando em você!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="meio"&gt;&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/28796307-1261072308749362266?l=amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/1261072308749362266/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28796307&amp;postID=1261072308749362266' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/1261072308749362266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/1261072308749362266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/2007/06/pensando-em-voce-quando-voc-sentir.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703457387788496370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28796307.post-1396676534024071802</id><published>2007-04-29T08:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T08:49:58.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/RjTMkzTMCJI/AAAAAAAAAF8/WtbuvkzIiCM/s1600-h/1115341609306i6byTSHxNmHPYD8UC41dXh2GXEhZTAdjEO4KbS4K.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/RjTMkzTMCJI/AAAAAAAAAF8/WtbuvkzIiCM/s400/1115341609306i6byTSHxNmHPYD8UC41dXh2GXEhZTAdjEO4KbS4K.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058893214061955218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/RjTMDDTMCII/AAAAAAAAAF0/6oKVLcQL-tI/s1600-h/avril_lavigne_not_just_a_pretty_face.jpg"&gt;                                                        Amo Aril Lavigne                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-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/28796307-1396676534024071802?l=amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/1396676534024071802/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28796307&amp;postID=1396676534024071802' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/1396676534024071802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/1396676534024071802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/2007/04/amo-aril-lavigne.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703457387788496370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/RjTMkzTMCJI/AAAAAAAAAF8/WtbuvkzIiCM/s72-c/1115341609306i6byTSHxNmHPYD8UC41dXh2GXEhZTAdjEO4KbS4K.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28796307.post-2501473145748595614</id><published>2007-04-29T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T08:47:49.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/RjTMDDTMCII/AAAAAAAAAF0/6oKVLcQL-tI/s1600-h/avril_lavigne_not_just_a_pretty_face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/RjTMDDTMCII/AAAAAAAAAF0/6oKVLcQL-tI/s400/avril_lavigne_not_just_a_pretty_face.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058892634241370242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;"&gt;Girlfriend&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;" id="sz"&gt;Avril Lavigne&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey hey&lt;br /&gt;You you&lt;br /&gt;I don't like your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;No way no way&lt;br /&gt;I think you need a new one&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey&lt;br /&gt;You you&lt;br /&gt;I could be your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey&lt;br /&gt;You you&lt;br /&gt;I know that you like me&lt;br /&gt;No way no way&lt;br /&gt;You know it's not a secret&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey&lt;br /&gt;You you&lt;br /&gt;I want to be your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so fine&lt;br /&gt;I want you mine&lt;br /&gt;You're so delicious&lt;br /&gt;I think about you all the time&lt;br /&gt;You're so addictive&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know what I can do to make you feel all right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't pretend&lt;br /&gt;I think you know I'm damn precious&lt;br /&gt;And how, yeah, I'm the motherfucking princess&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you like me too&lt;br /&gt;And you know I'm right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's like so whatever&lt;br /&gt;You can do so much better&lt;br /&gt;I think we should get together now&lt;br /&gt;And that's what everyone's talking about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey&lt;br /&gt;You you&lt;br /&gt;I don't like your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;No way no way&lt;br /&gt;I think you need a new one&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey&lt;br /&gt;You you&lt;br /&gt;I could be your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey&lt;br /&gt;You you&lt;br /&gt;I know that you like me&lt;br /&gt;No way no way&lt;br /&gt;You know it's not a secret&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey&lt;br /&gt;You you&lt;br /&gt;I want to be your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see the way I see&lt;br /&gt;The way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;And even when you look away&lt;br /&gt;I know you think of me&lt;br /&gt;I know you talk about me all the time&lt;br /&gt;Again and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come over here&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what I wanna hear&lt;br /&gt;Better yet make your girlfriend disappear&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna hear you say her name ever again&lt;br /&gt;And again and again and again&lt;br /&gt;Cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's like so whatever&lt;br /&gt;And you can do so much better&lt;br /&gt;I think we should get together now&lt;br /&gt;And that's what everyone's talking about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey&lt;br /&gt;You you&lt;br /&gt;I don't like your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;No way no way&lt;br /&gt;I think you need a new one&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey&lt;br /&gt;You you&lt;br /&gt;I could be your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey&lt;br /&gt;You you&lt;br /&gt;I know that you like me&lt;br /&gt;No way no way&lt;br /&gt;You know it's not a secret&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey&lt;br /&gt;You you&lt;br /&gt;I want to be your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;In a second you'll be wrapped around my finger&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can do it better&lt;br /&gt;There's no other&lt;br /&gt;So when it's gonna sink in?&lt;br /&gt;She's so stupid&lt;br /&gt;What the hell were you thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;In a second you'll be wrapped around my finger&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can do it better&lt;br /&gt;There's no other&lt;br /&gt;So when it's gonna sink in?&lt;br /&gt;She's so stupid&lt;br /&gt;What the hell were you thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey&lt;br /&gt;You you&lt;br /&gt;I don't like your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;No way no way&lt;br /&gt;I think you need a new one&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey&lt;br /&gt;You you&lt;br /&gt;I could be your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;No way, no way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey&lt;br /&gt;You you&lt;br /&gt;I know that you like me&lt;br /&gt;No way no way&lt;br /&gt;You know it's not a secret&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey&lt;br /&gt;You you&lt;br /&gt;I want to be your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;No way, no way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey&lt;br /&gt;You you&lt;br /&gt;I don't like your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;No way no way&lt;br /&gt;I think you need a new one&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey&lt;br /&gt;You you&lt;br /&gt;I could be your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;No way, no way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you...&lt;br /&gt;No way...&lt;br /&gt;Hey you...&lt;br /&gt;No way no way&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28796307-2501473145748595614?l=amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/2501473145748595614/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28796307&amp;postID=2501473145748595614' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/2501473145748595614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/2501473145748595614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/2007/04/girlfriend-avril-lavigne-hey-hey-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703457387788496370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/RjTMDDTMCII/AAAAAAAAAF0/6oKVLcQL-tI/s72-c/avril_lavigne_not_just_a_pretty_face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28796307.post-7762915059136416447</id><published>2007-04-07T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T04:24:11.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/RheNC5bZAKI/AAAAAAAAAFs/1qOmwNUXww8/s1600-h/carrinho_pascoa.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/RheNC5bZAKI/AAAAAAAAAFs/1qOmwNUXww8/s400/carrinho_pascoa.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050660588034261154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr class="row1"&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;      &lt;td style="text-align: center;" valign="top" width="100%"&gt;   &lt;div id="scrap_body_1" style="overflow: auto;"&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;Está chegando a Páscoa.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&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;br /&gt;____♥♥___♥♥__♥♥&lt;br /&gt;___♥___________♥&lt;br /&gt;__♥_____________♥&lt;br /&gt;_♥____♥_____♥____♥&lt;br /&gt;_♥____/___@__\\___♥&lt;br /&gt;_♥____\\__/♥\\__/___♥&lt;br /&gt;___♥_____W_____♥&lt;br /&gt;_____♥♥_____♥♥&lt;br /&gt;_______♥♥♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;Desejo que sua vida&lt;br /&gt;seja como um bombom&lt;br /&gt;sempre recheada de coisas boas&lt;br /&gt;Que o seu TALENTO&lt;br /&gt;traga muito&lt;br /&gt;DIAMANTE NEGRO e&lt;br /&gt;OURO BRANCO,&lt;br /&gt;além de muito&lt;br /&gt;PRESTÍGIO&lt;br /&gt;em sua vida,&lt;br /&gt;e que tudo isto cause a&lt;br /&gt;SENSAÇÃO&lt;br /&gt;de estar em um&lt;br /&gt;MUNDY&lt;br /&gt;de alegrias&lt;br /&gt;vivendo um&lt;br /&gt;SONHO DE VALSA&lt;br /&gt;embalado por uma&lt;br /&gt;SERENATA de AMOR&lt;br /&gt;para que todos nós, a todo momento&lt;br /&gt;possamos gritar:&lt;br /&gt;BIS, BIS, BIS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28796307-7762915059136416447?l=amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/7762915059136416447/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28796307&amp;postID=7762915059136416447' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/7762915059136416447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/7762915059136416447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/2007/04/est-chegando-pscoa.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703457387788496370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/RheNC5bZAKI/AAAAAAAAAFs/1qOmwNUXww8/s72-c/carrinho_pascoa.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28796307.post-3527103424340969854</id><published>2007-04-07T04:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T04:15:58.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/RheLXZbZAJI/AAAAAAAAAFk/4G3xeXqnEVo/s1600-h/coelhomundo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/RheLXZbZAJI/AAAAAAAAAFk/4G3xeXqnEVo/s400/coelhomundo.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050658741198323858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 0px;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:#990033;"&gt;Páscoa é tempo de Amor,&lt;br /&gt;de família e de Paz...&lt;br /&gt;É tempo de agradecermos&lt;br /&gt;discretamente&lt;br /&gt;por tudo que temos&lt;br /&gt;e por tudo que teremos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:#990033;"&gt;Páscoa é um sentimento&lt;br /&gt;nos nossos corações&lt;br /&gt;de esperança e fé e confiança.&lt;br /&gt;É dia de milagres;&lt;br /&gt;é dia dos nossos sonhos parecerem&lt;br /&gt;estar mais perto,&lt;br /&gt;tempo de retrospecção&lt;br /&gt;por tudo que tem sido&lt;br /&gt;e uma antecipação de tudo que será.&lt;br /&gt;E é hora de lembrar&lt;br /&gt;com amor e apreciação&lt;br /&gt;as pessoas em nossas vidas&lt;br /&gt;que fazem diferença...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:#990033;"&gt;Feliz Páscoa!!!&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/28796307-3527103424340969854?l=amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/3527103424340969854/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28796307&amp;postID=3527103424340969854' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/3527103424340969854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/3527103424340969854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/2007/04/pscoa-tempo-de-amor-de-famlia-e-de-paz.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703457387788496370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/RheLXZbZAJI/AAAAAAAAAFk/4G3xeXqnEVo/s72-c/coelhomundo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28796307.post-2129194362982890463</id><published>2007-02-20T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T09:32:05.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/RdsvwygahYI/AAAAAAAAADE/Y0XafLIXAZQ/s1600-h/42.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/RdsvwygahYI/AAAAAAAAADE/Y0XafLIXAZQ/s400/42.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033669523754616194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 700;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Palavrinhas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 700;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:6;"  &gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 700;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         No vazio da minha alma encontrei o seu doce pensar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 700;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 700;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Ele me fez renascer da escuridão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 700;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         me trazendo o sabor da imensidão das palavrinhas                          escritas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 700;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         em papéis alvos manchados de paixão; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 700;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 700;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         As palavrinhas tornaram-se um néctar ao meu ser;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 700;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         alimentando o meu coração com suaves sensações; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 700;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 700;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Doces sensações escritas em letras coloridas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 700;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         vivenciadas pelo toque da magnitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 700;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         de um ser virtuoso coberto de nobres intenções; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 700;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 700;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         No silêncio do amanhecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 700;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         surgiu a paz das ondas do mar após os seus momentos de                          ira;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 700;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         as ondas calmas traziam as serenas gaivotas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 700;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         sobrevoando o azul do mar esmaecido de cansaço em sua                          plena magnitude; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 700;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 700;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         O azul brilhante transformou os corações separados pela                          distância&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 700;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         em delicadas pétalas de rosas revitalizadas pelo                          encontro de dois anjos; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 700;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 700;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Anjos enfeitiçados pela simplicidade de seus seres                          inanimados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 700;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         pela aventura do prazer de existirem;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 700;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         e de serem unidos pela alegria das palavrinhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 700;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         que juntas formam a doce melodia do Amor! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 700;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 700;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &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/28796307-2129194362982890463?l=amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/2129194362982890463/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28796307&amp;postID=2129194362982890463' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/2129194362982890463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/2129194362982890463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/2007/02/palavrinhas.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703457387788496370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/RdsvwygahYI/AAAAAAAAADE/Y0XafLIXAZQ/s72-c/42.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28796307.post-277400584824170486</id><published>2007-01-29T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T14:12:41.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/Rb5xLvsbTaI/AAAAAAAAACg/bGln54tQCT0/s1600-h/Image10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/Rb5xLvsbTaI/AAAAAAAAACg/bGln54tQCT0/s400/Image10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025578680787357090" 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/28796307-277400584824170486?l=amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/277400584824170486/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28796307&amp;postID=277400584824170486' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/277400584824170486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/277400584824170486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703457387788496370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/Rb5xLvsbTaI/AAAAAAAAACg/bGln54tQCT0/s72-c/Image10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28796307.post-8689091366585643128</id><published>2007-01-28T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T12:22:48.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/Rb0F4PsbTZI/AAAAAAAAACU/Zm9y044cvMI/s1600-h/pucca37.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 136px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/Rb0F4PsbTZI/AAAAAAAAACU/Zm9y044cvMI/s400/pucca37.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025179223059025298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;"&gt;Berimbau Metalizado&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;" id="sz"&gt;Ivete Sangalo&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" id="cmp"&gt;Composição: Doria / Duller&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que som é esse mano,&lt;br /&gt;Que o povo tá dançando?&lt;br /&gt;Que vem de lá pra cá?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um som diferente,&lt;br /&gt;Que alucina a gente,&lt;br /&gt;Faz dançar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É uma mistura de tambor,&lt;br /&gt;Violino e agogô,&lt;br /&gt;Que não deixa ninguém parado.&lt;br /&gt;Lá no fundo tá rolando&lt;br /&gt;O som que vem empurrando,&lt;br /&gt;É o berimbau metalizado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tá, tá, tá&lt;br /&gt;Tá arrastando toda a massa.&lt;br /&gt;Tá, tá, tá&lt;br /&gt;Tá balançando o chão da praça.&lt;br /&gt;Tá tá tá&lt;br /&gt;Tá todo mundo arrepiado,&lt;br /&gt;Curtindo o som do berimbau metalizado!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28796307-8689091366585643128?l=amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/8689091366585643128/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28796307&amp;postID=8689091366585643128' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/8689091366585643128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/8689091366585643128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/2007/01/berimbau-metalizado-ivete-sangalo.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703457387788496370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/Rb0F4PsbTZI/AAAAAAAAACU/Zm9y044cvMI/s72-c/pucca37.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28796307.post-1900770174969745048</id><published>2007-01-28T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T12:20:28.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/Rb0D-fsbTYI/AAAAAAAAACI/M3JHq5coDxs/s1600-h/PUCA9.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/Rb0D-fsbTYI/AAAAAAAAACI/M3JHq5coDxs/s400/PUCA9.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025177131409952130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pensando bem eu gosto mesmo de você&lt;br /&gt;Pensando bem quero dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que amo ter te conhecido&lt;br /&gt;Nada melhor que eu deixar você saber&lt;br /&gt;Pois é tão triste esconder&lt;br /&gt;Um sentimento tão bonito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje mesmo vou te procurar&lt;br /&gt;Falar de mim&lt;br /&gt;Sei que nem chegou a imaginar&lt;br /&gt;Que eu pudesse te amar tanto assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrão:&lt;br /&gt;Sempre fui um grande amigo seu&lt;br /&gt;Só que não sei mais se assim vai ser&lt;br /&gt;Sempre te contei segredos meus&lt;br /&gt;Estou apaixonado por você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse amor entrou no coração&lt;br /&gt;Agora diz o que é que a gente faz&lt;br /&gt;Pode dizer sim ou dizer não&lt;br /&gt;Ser só seu amigo não dá mais &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28796307-1900770174969745048?l=amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/1900770174969745048/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28796307&amp;postID=1900770174969745048' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/1900770174969745048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/1900770174969745048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/2007/01/amigo-apaixonado-pensando-bem-eu-gosto.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703457387788496370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/Rb0D-fsbTYI/AAAAAAAAACI/M3JHq5coDxs/s72-c/PUCA9.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28796307.post-1370982578436844365</id><published>2007-01-28T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T12:11:40.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/Rb0BJ_sbTXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/S_gu3F4HWE4/s1600-h/pucca38.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 159px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/Rb0BJ_sbTXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/S_gu3F4HWE4/s400/pucca38.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025174030443564402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                                                                                   Você pode ter defeitos, viver ansioso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         e ficar irritado algumas vezes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         mas não se esqueça de que sua vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         é a maior empresa do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Só você pode evitar que ela vá à falência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Há muitas pessoas que precisam, admiram e torcem por                          você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Gostaria que você sempre se lembrasse de que ser                          feliz não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         é ter um céu sem tempestades, caminhos sem acidentes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         trabalhos sem fadigas, relacionamentos sem decepções.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Ser feliz é encontrar força no perdão, esperança nas                          batalhas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         segurança no palco do medo, amor nos desencontros. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Ser feliz não é apenas valorizar o sorriso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         mas refletir sobre a tristeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Não é apenas comemorar o sucesso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         mas aprender lições nos fracassos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Não é apenas ter júbilo nos aplausos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         mas encontrar alegria no anonimato. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         er feliz é reconhecer que vale a pena viver a vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         apesar de todos os desafios, incompreensões e períodos                          de crise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Ser feliz não é uma fatalidade do destino,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         mas uma conquista de quem sabe viajar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;para dentro do seu                          próprio ser. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Ser feliz é deixar de ser vítima dos problemas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         e se tornar um autor da própria história.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         É atravessar desertos fora de si,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         mas ser capaz de encontrar um oásis no recôndito da sua                          alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         É agradecer a Deus a cada manhã pelo milagre da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Ser feliz é não ter medo dos próprios sentimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         É saber falar de si mesmo. É ter coragem para ouvir um                          "não".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         É ter segurança para receber uma crítica, mesmo que                          injusta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         É beijar os filhos, curtir os pais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         e ter momentos poéticos com os amigos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;mesmo que eles                          nos magoem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Ser feliz é deixar viver a criança livre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         alegre e simples que mora dentro de cada um de nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         É ter maturidade para falar "eu errei".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         É ter ousadia para dizer "me perdoe".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         É ter sensibilidade para expressar "eu preciso de você".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         É ter capacidade de dizer "eu te amo".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Desejo que a vida se torne um canteiro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;de                          oportunidades para você ser feliz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Que nas suas primaveras você seja amante da alegria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Que nos seus invernos você seja amigo da sabedoria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         E, quando você errar o caminho, recomece tudo de novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Pois assim você será cada vez mais apaixonado pela vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         E descobrirá que... Ser feliz não é ter uma vida                          perfeita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Mas usar as lágrimas para irrigar a tolerância.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Usar as perdas para refinar a paciência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Usar as falhas para esculpir a serenidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Usar a dor para lapidar o prazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Usar os obstáculos para abrir as janelas                          da inteligência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Jamais desista de si mesmo. Jamais desista das pessoas                          que você ama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Jamais desista de ser feliz, pois a vida é um espetáculo                          imperdível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;E você é um ser humano                          especial!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Quando falar mau de                          um amigo lembre-se da diferença&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         entre consciência e reputação. Porque consciência é o                          que você é,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         e reputação é o que os outros pensam de você e isso não                          é problema seu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28796307-1370982578436844365?l=amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/1370982578436844365/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28796307&amp;postID=1370982578436844365' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/1370982578436844365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/1370982578436844365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/2007/01/1-me-amar-como-eu-te-amo-2-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703457387788496370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/Rb0BJ_sbTXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/S_gu3F4HWE4/s72-c/pucca38.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28796307.post-2749680148190146448</id><published>2007-01-28T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T12:05:19.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/Rb0AE_sbTWI/AAAAAAAAABw/agewpNEbyts/s1600-h/PUCA60.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/Rb0AE_sbTWI/AAAAAAAAABw/agewpNEbyts/s400/PUCA60.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025172845032590690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Faça              de cada momento um devaneio contínuo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Torne-se mais e mais forte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;             &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Sonhe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;             &lt;/span&gt;E conquiste seus sonhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Acorde a cada amanhecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;             com a certeza de que tudo poderá acontecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;             &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Sorria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;             &lt;/span&gt;E consiga todos os bens que o sorriso pode lhe dar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Pois             sempre que você sorrir uma estrela há de brilhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;             &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Supere-se...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;             &lt;/span&gt;Seja melhor do que você já é.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Conquiste superioridade a             cada dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Faça tudo o que você quiser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;             &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Brilhe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;             &lt;/span&gt;E seja brilhante até nos passos em falso que a vida dá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tente, tente até conseguir o que quer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Brilhe o máximo que você puder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;             &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ame...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;             &lt;/span&gt;Pois o amor é fundamental.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tenha sempre alguém ao seu lado no caminho pois,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;como dizia o poeta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;             “É impossível ser feliz sozinho!“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28796307-2749680148190146448?l=amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/2749680148190146448/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28796307&amp;postID=2749680148190146448' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/2749680148190146448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/2749680148190146448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/2007/01/viva-intensamente-aurora-de-cada-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703457387788496370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/Rb0AE_sbTWI/AAAAAAAAABw/agewpNEbyts/s72-c/PUCA60.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28796307.post-6746741769992137561</id><published>2007-01-15T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T15:03:50.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/RawFqfNeqYI/AAAAAAAAABk/cMjChWD8YQY/s1600-h/4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 149px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/RawFqfNeqYI/AAAAAAAAABk/cMjChWD8YQY/s400/4.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020393912101939586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamais se entregue ao desespero&lt;br /&gt;Nao deixe que sua vida se torne&lt;br /&gt;falatoriode problemas&lt;br /&gt;e lamentaçoes.&lt;br /&gt;Tenha calma nas horas em que&lt;br /&gt;for preciso,contenha os nervos&lt;br /&gt;quando eles estiverema flor da&lt;br /&gt;pele;os momentos de furiadevem&lt;br /&gt;ser controlados para que nao fique&lt;br /&gt;somente com os problemas apos&lt;br /&gt;as agitaçoes.Nao se precipite&lt;br /&gt;em instante algum;as decisoes que&lt;br /&gt;sao tomadas em momentos&lt;br /&gt;inoportunos nem sempre sao as&lt;br /&gt;melhores....&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/28796307-6746741769992137561?l=amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/6746741769992137561/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28796307&amp;postID=6746741769992137561' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/6746741769992137561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/6746741769992137561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/2007/01/jamais-se-entregue-ao-desespero-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703457387788496370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/RawFqfNeqYI/AAAAAAAAABk/cMjChWD8YQY/s72-c/4.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28796307.post-2383921632403268244</id><published>2007-01-15T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T14:50:06.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/RawEofNeqXI/AAAAAAAAABY/-ysjiAJiNBA/s1600-h/icons8.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/RawEofNeqXI/AAAAAAAAABY/-ysjiAJiNBA/s400/icons8.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020392778230573426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;O que é                          um Amigo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:6;"  &gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Será aquela pessoa que está sempre ao seu lado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         te enchendo de carinho, amor, atenção,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         que confia em você, te apóia em todas as suas decisões?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Será também que AMIGO é aquele que se faz da melhor                          pessoa do mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         dá 100% de atenção à você e que diz gostar tanto de                          você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         que por ele a amizade não acabaria nunca .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Mas se você pensar por outro lado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         você verá que os tais AMIGOS não EXISTEM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Já deve ter acontecido isso com você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         de você conhecer uma pessoa supre bacana,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         que pensa do mesmo modo que você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         que gosta das mesmas coisas que você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         enfim ter vários interesses em comum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Quando você realmente considera aquela pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         com todo carinho e amor que uma pessoa pode demonstrar                          para outra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         você percebe que aquela pessoa que você tanto gostava,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         não é realmente a mesma, que ela demonstrava ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Então a AMIZADE esfria, seu suposto "AMIGO"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         pára de falar com você sem motivo algum,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         simplesmente dá as costas para você e isso te chateia                          muito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         faz com que todo aquele amor e carinho que você sentia                          por ela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         morra de tal maneira que seria impossível nascer algo                          parecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         com alguém tão especial como aquele AMIGO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Fazer o quê, essas coisas acontecem na vida de qualquer                          ser humano,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         especialmente se esse ser humano for como EU,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         que já perdi muitos AMIGOS por besteira ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         coisas fúteis e brincadeirinhas idiotas de mal gosto                          mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Por isso, preste muita atenção nas pessoas que estão à                          sua volta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         pois se você tem um AMIGO, dê toda atenção à ele,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         faça com que ele se sinta bem ao seu lado, tendo muito                          amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         carinho e alegria, ou seja, torne-o único.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Hoje em dia não se encontra mais verdadeiros AMIGOS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         então preste bastante atenção com quem você convive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         às vezes, quem sabe não encontrou uma verdadeira amizade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         e pode estar desperdiçando!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Fique Atento Para A Vida !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28796307-2383921632403268244?l=amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/2383921632403268244/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28796307&amp;postID=2383921632403268244' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/2383921632403268244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/2383921632403268244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/2007/01/o-que-um-amigo-ser-aquela-pessoa-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703457387788496370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/RawEofNeqXI/AAAAAAAAABY/-ysjiAJiNBA/s72-c/icons8.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28796307.post-1124063611891902470</id><published>2007-01-15T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T14:41:28.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/RawDCPNeqWI/AAAAAAAAABM/EbhxMO32KR0/s1600-h/shirra15_amandinha.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/RawDCPNeqWI/AAAAAAAAABM/EbhxMO32KR0/s400/shirra15_amandinha.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020391021588949346" 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/28796307-1124063611891902470?l=amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/1124063611891902470/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28796307&amp;postID=1124063611891902470' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/1124063611891902470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/1124063611891902470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703457387788496370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/RawDCPNeqWI/AAAAAAAAABM/EbhxMO32KR0/s72-c/shirra15_amandinha.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28796307.post-3987663090036336308</id><published>2006-12-27T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T15:56:48.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/RZMHqGcVj0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/ASRu0BcHkYE/s1600-h/cartao+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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Feliz Ano Novo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;             Que tudo se realize! No ano q vai nascer! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;             Muito dinheiro no bolso! Saude pra dar e vender! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;             Adeus Ano Velho! Feliz Ano Novo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;             Que tudo se realize no ano&lt;br /&gt; que vai nascer! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;             Muito dinheiro no bolso,&lt;br /&gt;saude pra dar e vender! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;             Para os solteiros sorte no amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;             nenhuma esperança perdida! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;             Para os casados nenhuma briga,&lt;br /&gt;paz e sossego na vida! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;             Feliz Ano Velho!Adeus Ano Novo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;             Que tudo se realize, no ano que vai nascer! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;             Muito dinheiro no bolso! Saude pra dar e Vender!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28796307-3987663090036336308?l=amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/3987663090036336308/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28796307&amp;postID=3987663090036336308' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/3987663090036336308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/3987663090036336308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/2006/12/adeus-ano-velho-feliz-ano-novo-que-tudo.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703457387788496370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/RZMHqGcVj0I/AAAAAAAAAAw/ASRu0BcHkYE/s72-c/cartao+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28796307.post-5301513873548085778</id><published>2006-12-27T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T15:51:21.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/RZMDAmcVjzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/DAxYnL4zrMY/s1600-h/Image1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/RZMDAmcVjzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/DAxYnL4zrMY/s400/Image1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013354119047778098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;                                                                     &lt;/span&gt;                              &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Monotype Corsiva;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;             &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;N�o estive s� no ano que              passou,&lt;br /&gt;           Por que contei com voc� e com seu amor.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;           Voc� transformou dificuldades em sucesso e por isso,&lt;br /&gt;           Quero desejar-lhe&lt;br /&gt;           toda a felicidade que voc� merece.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;           � ano novo e eu quero continuar&lt;br /&gt;           dividindo minha vida com voc�.&lt;br /&gt;           Quero que tudo o que sentimos se renove,&lt;br /&gt;           Assim como esse ano que se aproxima.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;           Que o ano novo traga muita paz, muitas alegrias&lt;br /&gt;           E novas oportunidades de descobrirmos&lt;br /&gt;           a verdadeira felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;           Os novos desafios que estaremos enfrentando,&lt;br /&gt;           Precisar�o de muita f� e muito amor.&lt;br /&gt;           E amor, � o que n�o falta!&lt;br /&gt;           Portanto, poderemos encarar este novo ano&lt;br /&gt;           Com a certeza de que teremos um ao outro&lt;br /&gt;           Em todos os momentos.&lt;br /&gt;           Sei que Deus estar� iluminando as nossas vidas&lt;br /&gt;           E desta forma teremos um ano proveitoso e feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;             &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;             &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Feliz Ano Novo, Meu Amor!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:7;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Monotype Corsiva;font-size:7;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28796307-5301513873548085778?l=amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/5301513873548085778/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28796307&amp;postID=5301513873548085778' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/5301513873548085778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/5301513873548085778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703457387788496370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/RZMDAmcVjzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/DAxYnL4zrMY/s72-c/Image1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28796307.post-5458130002910272180</id><published>2006-12-05T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T11:47:08.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/RXXMd1Fto5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/5pvEzMcc42I/s1600-h/caqui_ferias3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/RXXMd1Fto5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/5pvEzMcc42I/s400/caqui_ferias3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005131373731488658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;                                             Ia  se bom  se eu  ficasse de ferias ate 2010&lt;/span&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/28796307-5458130002910272180?l=amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/5458130002910272180/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28796307&amp;postID=5458130002910272180' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/5458130002910272180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/5458130002910272180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/2006/12/ia-se-bom-se-eu-ficasse-de-ferias-ate.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703457387788496370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/RXXMd1Fto5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/5pvEzMcc42I/s72-c/caqui_ferias3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28796307.post-5610142018704525444</id><published>2006-12-05T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T11:24:02.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/RXXGElFto4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/sQkEipQxduI/s1600-h/noel7.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 208px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/RXXGElFto4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/sQkEipQxduI/s400/noel7.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005124342870025090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;NATAL DE ESPERANÇA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                                 Natal é a festa da paz, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                                 Que inspira em nós amizade, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                                 E a todo o ser crente faz, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                                 Sentir mais fraternidade... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                                 Neste sentido o Natal, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                                 Devia ser transparente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                                 Com um gesto fraternal, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                                 Para quem está doente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                                 Dar nossa palavra amiga, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                                 Aos que enfermos estão, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                                 Pra que motive e consiga, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                                 Breve recuperação. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                                 Nesta fraterna atitude, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                                 Seus corações se eternecem, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                                 Com esperança da saúde, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                                 De que eles tanto carecem . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(206, 206, 181);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(206, 206, 181);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;                                 Que Ele venha renovar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;                                 A todos a confiança, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;                                 Para enfim contemplar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;                                 Um Natal cheio de esperança!... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28796307-5610142018704525444?l=amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/5610142018704525444/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28796307&amp;postID=5610142018704525444' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/5610142018704525444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/5610142018704525444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/2006/12/natal-de-esperana-natal-festa-da-paz.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703457387788496370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cxVPghMa0HM/RXXGElFto4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/sQkEipQxduI/s72-c/noel7.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28796307.post-6917969713499584</id><published>2006-11-13T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T13:32:42.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1427/3515/1600/belaefera04.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 179px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1427/3515/400/belaefera04.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;AMIZADE                          NÃO SE VENDE NEM COMPRA,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;SE CONQUISTA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Serapião era um velho mendigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         que perambulava pelas ruas da cidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Ao seu lado, o fiel escudeiro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         um vira lata branco e preto que atendia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         pelo nome de Malhado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Serapião não pedia dinheiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Aceitava sempre um pão, uma banana,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         um pedaço de bolo ou um almoço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         feito com sobras de comida dos mais abastados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Quando suas roupas estavam imprestáveis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         logo era socorrido por alguma alma caridosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Mudava a apresentação e era alvo de brincadeiras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Serapião era conhecido como um homem bom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         que perdera a razão, a família, os amigos e até a                          identidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Não bebia bebida alcoólica, estava sempre tranqüilo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         mesmo quando não havia recebido nem um pouco de comida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Dizia sempre que Deus lhe daria um pouco na hora certa                          e,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         sempre na hora que Deus determinava,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         alguém lhe estendia uma porção de alimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Serapião agradecia e rogava a Deus pela pessoa que o                          ajudava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Tudo que ganhava, dava primeiro para o malhado, que,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         paciente, comia e ficava a esperar por mais um pouco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Não tinha onde dormir, onde anoiteciam, lá dormiam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Quando chovia, procuravam abrigo embaixo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         da ponte do ribeirão Bonito e, ali o mendigo ficava a                          meditar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         com um olhar perdido no horizonte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Aquela figura me deixava sempre pensativo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         pois eu não entendia aquela vida vegetativa, sem                          progresso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         sem esperança e sem um futuro promissor que Serapião                          levava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Certo dia, com a desculpa de lhe oferecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         umas bananas fui bater um papo com o velho Serapião.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Iniciei a conversa falando do Malhado, perguntei pela                          idade dele,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         o que Serapião, não sabia. Dizia não ter idéia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         pois se encontraram um certo dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         quando ambos andavam a toa pelas ruas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         - Nossa amizade começou com um pedaço de pão - disse o                          mendigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Ele parecia estar faminto e eu lhe ofereci um pouco do                          meu almoço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         e ele agradeceu abanando o rabo, e daí, não me largou                          mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Ele me ajuda muito e eu retribuo essa ajuda sempre que                          posso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         - Como vocês se ajudam? Perguntei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         - Ele me vigia quando estou dormindo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         ninguém pode chegar perto que ele late e ataca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Também quando ele dorme, eu fico vigiando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         para que outro cachorro não o incomode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Continuando a conversa, perguntei:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         - Serapião, você tem algum desejo de vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         - Sim, respondeu ele - tenho vontade de comer um                          cachorro quente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         daqueles que a Zezé vende ali na esquina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         - Só isso? Indaguei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         - É, no momento é só isso que eu desejo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         - Pois bem, vou satisfazer agora esse grande desejo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Saí e comprei um cachorro quente para o mendigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Voltei e lhe entreguei. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Ele arregalou os olhos, deu um sorriso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         agradeceu a dádiva e em seguida tirou a salsicha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         deu para o Malhado, e comeu o pão com os temperos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Não entendi aquele gesto do mendigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         pois imaginava ser a salsicha o melhor pedaço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         - Por que você deu para o Malhado logo a salsicha? -                          Perguntei intrigado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Ele, com a boca cheia, respondeu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         - Para o melhor amigo, o melhor pedaço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         E continuou comendo, alegre e satisfeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Despedi-me do Serapião, passei a mão na cabeça do                          Malhado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         e saí pensando com meus botões: Aprendi alguma coisa                          hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Como é bom ter amigos. Pessoas em que possamos confiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         E saber reconhecer neles o seu real valor, agindo em                          consonância.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Por outro lado, é bom ser amigo de alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         e ter a satisfação de ser reconhecido como tal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Jamais esquecerei a sabedoria daquele eremita:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"PARA O MELHOR AMIGO,                          O MELHOR PEDAÇO".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28796307-6917969713499584?l=amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/6917969713499584/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28796307&amp;postID=6917969713499584' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/6917969713499584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/6917969713499584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/2006/11/amizade-no-se-vende-nem-compra-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703457387788496370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28796307.post-6599994276037934029</id><published>2006-11-13T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T13:33:45.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1427/3515/1600/vei080.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 164px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1427/3515/400/vei080.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Amizade                          Distante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                        Estamos distantes&lt;br /&gt;                      e ao mesmo tempo tão perto...&lt;br /&gt;                      Mas a amizade que nos une&lt;br /&gt;                      pode vencer todas as distâncias.&lt;br /&gt;                      Ela é mais forte que o tempo.&lt;br /&gt;                      Poderia atravessar a imensidão do espaço&lt;br /&gt;                      e transcender os limites da vida.&lt;br /&gt;                      Sim, como ela é forte.&lt;br /&gt;                      Que perdure enquanto&lt;br /&gt;                      nossas almas existirem...&lt;br /&gt;                      Que nem a distância, nem o tempo,&lt;br /&gt;                      e nem mesmo os nossos erros&lt;br /&gt;                      terminem com essa amizade.&lt;br /&gt;                      Nada é mais valioso do que ela.&lt;br /&gt;                      Quando penso em você,&lt;br /&gt;                      fecho os olhos de saudade.&lt;br /&gt;                      Estou muito triste sem você!&lt;br /&gt;                      Tenho os meus dedos longos,&lt;br /&gt;                      em versos tristes que invento.&lt;br /&gt;                      Nem aquilo a que me entrego,&lt;br /&gt;                      já me traz contentamento.&lt;br /&gt;                      Nada do que me dizem,&lt;br /&gt;                      me traz alegria.&lt;br /&gt;                      Eu só queria ter no mato,&lt;br /&gt;                      um gosto de framboesa.&lt;br /&gt;                      Para correr entre os canteiros&lt;br /&gt;                      e esconder minha tristeza.&lt;br /&gt;                      Que eu ainda sou bem moço,&lt;br /&gt;                      para tanta tristeza.&lt;br /&gt;                      E deixemos de coisa.&lt;br /&gt;                      Cuidemos da vida.&lt;br /&gt;                      Pois se não, chega a morte,&lt;br /&gt;                      ou coisa parecida.&lt;br /&gt;                      E nos arrasta moço,&lt;br /&gt;                      sem ter visto a vida.&lt;br /&gt;                      Eu só queria ter no mato,&lt;br /&gt;                      um gosto de framboesa.&lt;br /&gt;                      Para correr entre os canteiros&lt;br /&gt;                      e esconder minha tristeza.&lt;/span&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/28796307-6599994276037934029?l=amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/6599994276037934029/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28796307&amp;postID=6599994276037934029' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/6599994276037934029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/6599994276037934029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/2006/11/amizade-distante-estamos-distantes-e-ao.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703457387788496370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28796307.post-2627715229078213123</id><published>2006-11-13T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T13:12:46.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1427/3515/1600/amor%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1427/3515/400/amor%201.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;                                                  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;Penso em ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;                         &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                         &lt;b&gt;                         &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Penso em ti ao entardecer...&lt;br /&gt;                      Penso em ti ao amanhecer...&lt;br /&gt;                      Penso em ti cada instante,&lt;br /&gt;                      cada minuto da minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;                      Sou tua mais do que pensas,&lt;br /&gt;                      És meu, mais do que imaginas...&lt;br /&gt;                      Se estamos separados não é por acaso...&lt;br /&gt;                      Temos que passar por isso&lt;br /&gt;para amadurecermos o nosso                          querer.&lt;br /&gt;                      Crescer, tornar-se mais humilde será nossa meta.&lt;br /&gt;                      Será com o sofrimento que iremos aprender...&lt;br /&gt;                      Se um dia retornarmos novamente, saberemos que nada,&lt;br /&gt;                      nem ninguém irá afetar mais o nosso AMOR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/28796307-2627715229078213123?l=amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/2627715229078213123/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28796307&amp;postID=2627715229078213123' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/2627715229078213123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/2627715229078213123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/2006/11/pensando-em-voc-quando-voc-sentir.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703457387788496370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28796307.post-5178952477472525191</id><published>2006-11-13T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:56:55.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1427/3515/1600/030915_coeur.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 205px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1427/3515/400/030915_coeur.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="height: 20px;"&gt;O que eu sinto por você ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="height: 20px;"&gt;O que eu sinto por você? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="height: 20px;"&gt;         Desejo ou Atração?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="height: 20px;"&gt;         Fascinação ou Paixão? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="height: 20px;"&gt;         Não sei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="height: 20px;"&gt;         Desejo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="height: 20px;"&gt;         Sim, quero você. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="height: 20px;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="height: 20px;"&gt;         Atração? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="height: 20px;"&gt;         Sim, você é diferente de tudo o que conheci. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="height: 20px;"&gt;         Paixão? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="height: 20px;"&gt;         O que é paixão? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="height: 20px;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="height: 20px;"&gt;         Querer alguém do nosso lado, querer ver, estar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="height: 20px;"&gt;         sentir esse alguém, querer sentir o sabor de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="height: 20px;"&gt;         tua boca, a magia do toque de suas mãos , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="height: 20px;"&gt;         querer no meu corpo teus limites e sentir você... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="height: 20px;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="height: 20px;"&gt;         Se isso tem alguma coisa a ver com paixão, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="height: 20px;"&gt;         acho que posso dizer que estou apaixonado (a) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="height: 20px;"&gt;         por Você!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="height: 20px;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/small&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/28796307-5178952477472525191?l=amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/5178952477472525191/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28796307&amp;postID=5178952477472525191' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/5178952477472525191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/5178952477472525191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/2006/11/o-que-eu-sinto-por-voc-o-que-eu-sinto.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703457387788496370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28796307.post-115973922297498457</id><published>2006-10-01T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T13:47:02.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/3055/1600/arcoiris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/3055/400/arcoiris.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:6;"&gt;Arco- Íris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;               &lt;/p&gt;               &lt;div class="O"&gt;                 &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cada dia tem                  uma guarnição de prata.&lt;br /&gt;                E cada dia de chuva deixa um brilho especial...&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Um arco íris!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                O &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Vermelho&lt;/span&gt;  é a cor do amor, do                  romance e da paixão,&lt;br /&gt;                das rosas maravilhosas e do sangue que leva a vida.&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;                O &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;LARANJA&lt;/span&gt;  é a cor da abundância,                  das frutas e&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;                da colheita do outono com o pôr-do-sol glorioso.&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;                O &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;AMARELO&lt;/span&gt;  é a cor da                  felicidade, do sol&lt;br /&gt;                e das flores brilhantes.&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;                O &lt;span style="color:#808000;"&gt;VERDE&lt;/span&gt; é a cor da natureza, das                  árvores,&lt;br /&gt;                dos campos e dos bosques.&lt;br /&gt;                Assim como da Esperança.&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;                O &lt;span style="color:#0033cc;"&gt;AZUL&lt;/span&gt; é a cor da vida, do céu                  claro, do ar que respiramos,&lt;br /&gt;                e da água que cobre a terra.&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;                O &lt;span style="color:#666699;"&gt;ÍNDIGO&lt;/span&gt; é a cor da noite... e dos                  sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;                O &lt;span style="color:#9900cc;"&gt;VIOLETA&lt;/span&gt; é a cor da paz, do mar                  profundo&lt;br /&gt;                e dos raios do amanhecer.&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;                A vida é um arco-íris maravilhoso...&lt;br /&gt;                e lembra que se tu sempre desejas ver um arco-íris...&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;                Tens que tolerar a chuva!&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;                Não esqueças... Não há maior arco-íris em nossas vidas&lt;br /&gt;                que aquele que vem aos nossos corações depois da chuva.&lt;br /&gt;                Desfrute do seu amor e compartilhe com os outros,&lt;br /&gt;                Assim terás um arco-íris em teu coração.&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Um dia &lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9900cc;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;í&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9900cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#808000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; pra você!!&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;É SEMPRE BOM COMPARTILHAR AS COISAS BOAS&lt;br /&gt;                COM AQUELES QUE GOSTAMOS E ESTIMAMOS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28796307-115973922297498457?l=amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/115973922297498457/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28796307&amp;postID=115973922297498457' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/115973922297498457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/115973922297498457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/2006/10/arco-ris-cada-dia-tem-uma-guarnio-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703457387788496370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28796307.post-115973875962021485</id><published>2006-10-01T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T13:43:51.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 210px;" src="http://img161.imageshack.us/img161/9246/pooh024dc6.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;                             Se...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                             &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                              puderes conservar a tua calma quando todos em torno                              de ti desnortearem e por isso te culparem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                              puderes confiar em ti mesmo, quando todos os homens                              de ti duvidarem, mas também tolerar a dúvida deles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Se &lt;/span&gt;                             &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;puderes esperar, sem por                              isso te fatigares, ser caluniado, sem teres                              intrigas, ser odiado sem responderes ao ódio, e                              mesmo assim não exaltares a tua bondade e nem                              falares com excessiva sabedoria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                              puderes sonhar sem te deixares vencer pelos teus                              sonhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                             Se puderes pensar sem resumires no pensamento o teu                              único objetivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                              puderes aceitar o triunfo e o fracasso, sem as                              distinções que os separam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                              puderes ouvir a verdade que disseste, deturpada pela                              má fé, para assim iludir aos parvos, ou contemplar,                              desfeitas as coisas a que devotastes a tua vida                              reunindo-as e reconstruindo-as com recursos gastos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                              puderes juntar tudo quanto ganhaste e tudo arriscar                              num golpe de aposta, perder e recomeçar novamente do                              início sem nunca murmurares uma palavra sobre o teu                              prejuízo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                              puderes estimular o teu coração, nervos e músculos a                              te servirem mesmo depois que eles se tiverem                              esgotado e assim resistir quando nada mais sobrar da                              tua energia, exceto a vontade que exclama: “                              Resiste!”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                              puderes falar com as multidões e manter as tuas                              virtudes, freqüentar os reis sem perderes a tua                              simplicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                              nem os inimigos nem os devotados amigos puderem                              ferir-te.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                              confiares em todos os homens, mas em nenhum                              cegamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                              puderes preencher o inexorável minuto da tua vida                              com os sessenta segundos que representam o seu valor                              passado – o mundo será teu e tudo o que ele contém,                              e, o que é mais ainda, serás um homem meu filho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28796307-115973875962021485?l=amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/115973875962021485/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28796307&amp;postID=115973875962021485' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/115973875962021485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/115973875962021485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/2006/10/se.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703457387788496370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28796307.post-115973842284985099</id><published>2006-10-01T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T13:34:07.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 417px; height: 301px;" src="http://img89.imageshack.us/img89/5691/6q9y8ovo1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28796307-115973842284985099?l=amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/115973842284985099/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28796307&amp;postID=115973842284985099' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/115973842284985099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/115973842284985099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703457387788496370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28796307.post-115818642355412680</id><published>2006-09-13T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T14:27:03.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/3055/1600/784e6f446970535147383771353469464e4845436a773d3d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/3055/320/784e6f446970535147383771353469464e4845436a773d3d.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;                               &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0066;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ceita                                você, como você é.&lt;br /&gt;                              &lt;/span&gt;                               &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0066;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ota                                fé em você.&lt;br /&gt;                              &lt;/span&gt;                               &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0066;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;hama-o                                ao telefone só pra dizer "OI".&lt;br /&gt;                              &lt;/span&gt;                               &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0066;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;á-lhe                                amor incondicional.&lt;br /&gt;                              &lt;/span&gt;                               &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0066;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;nsina-lhe                                o que sabe de bom.&lt;br /&gt;                              &lt;/span&gt;                               &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0066;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;az-lhe                                favores que outros não fariam.&lt;br /&gt;                              &lt;/span&gt;                               &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0066;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;rava                                na memória bons momentos passados com você.&lt;br /&gt;                              &lt;/span&gt;                               &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0066;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;umor                                não lhe falta pra fazer você sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;                              &lt;/span&gt;                               &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0066;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;nterpreta                                com bondade tudo o que você diz.&lt;br /&gt;                              &lt;/span&gt;                               &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0066;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;amais                                o julga, esteja você certo ou errado.&lt;br /&gt;                              &lt;/span&gt;                               &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0066;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ivra-o                                da solidão.&lt;br /&gt;                              &lt;/span&gt;                               &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0066;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;anda-lhe                                pensamentos de ternura e gratidão.&lt;br /&gt;                              &lt;/span&gt;                               &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0066;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;unca                                o deixa em abandono.&lt;br /&gt;                              &lt;/span&gt;                               &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0066;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ferece                                ajuda quando vê sua necessidade.&lt;br /&gt;                              &lt;/span&gt;                               &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0066;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;erdoa                                e compreende suas falhas humanas.&lt;br /&gt;                              &lt;/span&gt;                               &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0066;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;uer                                vê-lo sempre feliz.&lt;br /&gt;                              &lt;/span&gt;                               &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0066;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i                                com você e chora quando você chora.&lt;br /&gt;                              &lt;/span&gt;                               &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0066;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;empre                                se faz presente nos momentos de aflição.&lt;br /&gt;                              &lt;/span&gt;                               &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0066;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;oma                                suas dores e evita que o maltratem.&lt;br /&gt;                              &lt;/span&gt;                               &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0066;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;m                                sorriso seu basta para fazê-lo feliz.&lt;br /&gt;                              &lt;/span&gt;                               &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0066;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ence                                o inimigo invencível junto com você.&lt;br /&gt;                              &lt;/span&gt;                               &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0066;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;inga                                e briga por você.&lt;br /&gt;                              &lt;/span&gt;                               &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0066;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ela,                                enfim, pela jóia que você representa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28796307-115818642355412680?l=amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/115818642355412680/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28796307&amp;postID=115818642355412680' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/115818642355412680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/115818642355412680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/2006/09/aceita-voc-como-voc.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703457387788496370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28796307.post-115757544566778132</id><published>2006-09-06T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T12:44:05.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/3055/1600/fofuxos.gifs%20%2826%29.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 225px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/3055/400/fofuxos.gifs%20%2826%29.0.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                                                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                         &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;Pensando em você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                         &lt;b&gt;Quando você sentir vontade de chorar...&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;span style="color:#ff8080;"&gt;Não chore!&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;Pode me chamar que eu choro por você.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                         &lt;b&gt;Quando você sentir vontade de sorrir...&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;span style="color:#ff8080;"&gt;Me avise!&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;Que eu venho para nós sorrirmos juntos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                         &lt;b&gt;Quando você sentir vontade de amar...&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;span style="color:#ff8080;"&gt;Me chame!&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;Que eu venho amar você.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                         &lt;b&gt;Quando você sentir que está tudo acabado...&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;span style="color:#ff8080;"&gt;Me chame!&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;Que eu venho lhe ajudar a reconstruir.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                         &lt;b&gt;Quando você achar que o mundo&lt;br /&gt;                        é pequeno para suas tristezas...&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;span style="color:#ff8080;"&gt;Me chame!&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;Que faço ele pequeno para tanta felicidade.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                         &lt;b&gt;Quando você precisar de uma mão...&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;span style="color:#ff8080;"&gt;Me chame!&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;Que a minha é sempre sua.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                         &lt;b&gt;Quando você precisar de companhia&lt;br /&gt;                        naqueles dias tristes e nublados,&lt;br /&gt;                        ou nos dias ensolarados...&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;span style="color:#ff8080;"&gt;Me chame!&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;Eu venho sim!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                         &lt;b&gt;Quando você estiver precisando ouvir&lt;br /&gt;                        alguém dizer : Eu te amo!&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;span style="color:#ff8080;"&gt;Me chame!&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;Eu digo a toda hora,&lt;br /&gt;pois meu amor por                          você é imenso.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                         &lt;b&gt;E quando você não precisar mais de mim...&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;span style="color:#ff8080;"&gt;Me avise!&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;Que simplesmente irei embora&lt;br /&gt;                        pensando em você!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28796307-115757544566778132?l=amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/115757544566778132/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28796307&amp;postID=115757544566778132' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/115757544566778132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/115757544566778132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/2006/09/pensando-em-voc-quando-voc-sentir.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703457387788496370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28796307.post-115757512336137919</id><published>2006-09-06T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T12:40:44.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/3055/1600/g23.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/3055/400/g23.0.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;O que e um amigo??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:6;"  &gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Será aquela pessoa que está sempre ao seu lado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         te enchendo de carinho, amor, atenção,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         que confia em você, te apóia em todas as suas decisões?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Será também que AMIGO é aquele que se faz da melhor                          pessoa do mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         dá 100% de atenção à você e que diz gostar tanto de                          você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         que por ele a amizade não acabaria nunca .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Mas se você pensar por outro lado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         você verá que os tais AMIGOS não EXISTEM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Já deve ter acontecido isso com você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         de você conhecer uma pessoa supre bacana,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         que pensa do mesmo modo que você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         que gosta das mesmas coisas que você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         enfim ter vários interesses em comum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Quando você realmente considera aquela pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         com todo carinho e amor que uma pessoa pode demonstrar                          para outra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         você percebe que aquela pessoa que você tanto gostava,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         não é realmente a mesma, que ela demonstrava ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Então a AMIZADE esfria, seu suposto "AMIGO"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         pára de falar com você sem motivo algum,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         simplesmente dá as costas para você e isso te chateia                          muito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         faz com que todo aquele amor e carinho que você sentia                          por ela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         morra de tal maneira que seria impossível nascer algo                          parecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         com alguém tão especial como aquele AMIGO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Fazer o quê, essas coisas acontecem na vida de qualquer                          ser humano,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         especialmente se esse ser humano for como EU,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         que já perdi muitos AMIGOS por besteira ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         coisas fúteis e brincadeirinhas idiotas de mal gosto                          mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Por isso, preste muita atenção nas pessoas que estão à                          sua volta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         pois se você tem um AMIGO, dê toda atenção à ele,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         faça com que ele se sinta bem ao seu lado, tendo muito                          amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         carinho e alegria, ou seja, torne-o único.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Hoje em dia não se encontra mais verdadeiros AMIGOS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         então preste bastante atenção com quem você convive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         às vezes, quem sabe não encontrou uma verdadeira amizade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         e pode estar desperdiçando!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                         Fique Atento Para A Vida !!!&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/28796307-115757512336137919?l=amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/115757512336137919/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28796307&amp;postID=115757512336137919' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/115757512336137919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/115757512336137919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/2006/09/o-que-e-um-amigo-ser-aquela-pessoa-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703457387788496370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28796307.post-115723910604636931</id><published>2006-09-02T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T15:18:26.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/3055/1600/tirinha.gifs%20%2813%29.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/3055/400/tirinha.gifs%20%2813%29.0.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Depois de algum tempo você aprende a diferença,&lt;br /&gt; a sutil diferença entre dar a mão e acorrentar uma alma.&lt;br /&gt; E você aprende que amar não significa apoiar-se,&lt;br /&gt; e que companhia nem sempre significa segurança.&lt;br /&gt; E começa a aprender que beijos não são contratos&lt;br /&gt; e presentes não são promessas&lt;br /&gt; E começa a aceitar suas derrotas com a cabeça erguida&lt;br /&gt; e olhos adiante, com a graça de um adulto&lt;br /&gt; e não com a tristeza de uma criança.&lt;br /&gt; E aprende a construir todas as suas estradas no hoje,&lt;br /&gt; porque o terreno amanhã é incerto demais para os planos,&lt;br /&gt; e o futuro tem o costume de cair em meio ao vão.&lt;br /&gt; Depois de um tempo você aprende que o sol queima&lt;br /&gt; se ficar exposto por muito tempo.&lt;br /&gt; E aprende que não importa o quanto você se importe,&lt;br /&gt; algumas pessoas simplesmente não se importam...&lt;br /&gt; E aceita que não importa quão boa seja uma pessoa,&lt;br /&gt; ela vai feri-lo de vez em quando&lt;br /&gt; e você precisa perdoá-la por isso.&lt;br /&gt; Aprende que falar pode aliviar dores emocionais.&lt;br /&gt; Descobre que se leva anos para se construir confiança&lt;br /&gt; e apenas segundos para destruí-la,&lt;br /&gt; e que você pode fazer coisas em um instante,&lt;br /&gt; das quais se arrependerá pelo resto da vida.&lt;br /&gt; Aprende que verdadeiras amizades continuam a crescer&lt;br /&gt; mesmo a longas distâncias.&lt;br /&gt; E o que importa não é o que você tem na vida,&lt;br /&gt; mas quem você tem na vida.&lt;br /&gt; E que bons amigos são a família que nos permitiram escolher.&lt;br /&gt; Aprende que não temos que mudar de amigos&lt;br /&gt; se compreendemos que os amigos mudam,&lt;br /&gt; percebe que seu melhor amigo&lt;br /&gt; e você podem fazer qualquer coisa,&lt;br /&gt; ou nada, e terem bons momentos juntos.&lt;br /&gt; Descobre que devemos deixar as pessoas que amamos com&lt;br /&gt; palavras amorosas, pode ser a última vez que as vejamos.&lt;br /&gt; Aprende que as circunstâncias e os ambientes&lt;br /&gt; tem influência sobre nós, mas nós somos responsáveis por nós mesmos.&lt;br /&gt; Começa a aprender que não se deve comparar com os outros,&lt;br /&gt; mas com o melhor que pode ser.&lt;br /&gt; Descobre que se leva muito tempo&lt;br /&gt; para se tornar a pessoa que quer ser, e que o tempo é curto.&lt;br /&gt; Aprende que não importa onde já chegou,&lt;br /&gt; mas onde está indo, mas se você não&lt;br /&gt; sabe para onde está indo, qualquer lugar serve.&lt;br /&gt; Aprende que, ou você controla seus atos&lt;br /&gt; ou eles o controlarão, e que ser flexível não significa ser fraco&lt;br /&gt; ou não ter personalidade, pois não importa quão delicada&lt;br /&gt; e frágil seja uma situação, sempre existem dois lados.&lt;br /&gt; Aprende que heróis são pessoas&lt;br /&gt; que fizeram o que era necessário fazer,&lt;br /&gt; enfrentando as conseqüências.&lt;br /&gt; Aprende que paciência requer muita prática.&lt;br /&gt; Descobre que algumas vezes&lt;br /&gt; a pessoa que você espera que o chute,&lt;br /&gt; quando você cai é uma das poucas que o ajudam a levantar-se.&lt;br /&gt; Aprende que maturidade tem mais a ver&lt;br /&gt; com os tipos de experiências que se&lt;br /&gt; teve, e o que você aprendeu com elas,&lt;br /&gt; do que com quantos aniversários você celebrou.&lt;br /&gt; Aprende que há mais dos seus pais em você do que você supunha.&lt;br /&gt; Aprende que nunca se deve dizer&lt;br /&gt; a uma criança que sonhos são bobagens,&lt;br /&gt; poucas coisas são tão humilhantes,&lt;br /&gt; e seria uma tragédia se ela acreditasse nisso.&lt;br /&gt; Aprende que quando está com raiva&lt;br /&gt; tem o direito de estar com raiva, mas isso&lt;br /&gt; não lhe dá o direito de ser cruel.&lt;br /&gt; Descobre que só porque alguém não o ama do&lt;br /&gt; jeito que você quer que ame,&lt;br /&gt; não significa que esse alguém não sabe amar,&lt;br /&gt; contudo, o ama como pode,&lt;br /&gt; pois existem pessoas que nos amam,&lt;br /&gt; mas simplesmente não sabem como demonstrar ou viver isso.&lt;br /&gt; Aprende que nem sempre é suficiente ser perdoado por alguém,&lt;br /&gt; algumas vezes você tem que aprender a perdoar-se a si mesmo.&lt;br /&gt; Aprende que com a mesma severidade com que julga,&lt;br /&gt; você será em algum momento condenado.&lt;br /&gt; Aprende que não importa em quantos pedaços seu coração foi partido,&lt;br /&gt; o mundo não pára para que você o conserte.&lt;br /&gt; Aprende que o tempo não é algo que possa&lt;br /&gt; voltar para trás, portanto, plante seu jardim e decore sua alma,&lt;br /&gt; ao invés de esperar que alguém lhe traga flores...&lt;br /&gt; E você aprende que realmente pode suportar...&lt;br /&gt; que realmente é forte, e que pode ir muito mais longe depois de&lt;br /&gt; pensar que não se pode mais.&lt;br /&gt; E que realmente a vida tem valor&lt;br /&gt; e que você tem valor diante da vida!&lt;br /&gt; Nossas dúvidas são traidoras e n &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/28796307-115723910604636931?l=amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/115723910604636931/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28796307&amp;postID=115723910604636931' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/115723910604636931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/115723910604636931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/2006/09/depois-de-algum-tempo-voc-aprende.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703457387788496370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28796307.post-115723891158265848</id><published>2006-09-02T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T15:15:11.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/3055/1600/003.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 212px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/3055/400/003.gif" alt="" 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/28796307-115723891158265848?l=amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/115723891158265848/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28796307&amp;postID=115723891158265848' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/115723891158265848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/115723891158265848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703457387788496370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28796307.post-115706124336154943</id><published>2006-08-31T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T13:56:46.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/3055/1600/xxxValantinexxxNAZINHA1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/3055/400/xxxValantinexxxNAZINHA1.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;"  align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;                         &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ãƒâ€° DIFÃƒÂ�CIL FAZER ALGUÃƒâ€°M FELIZ,&lt;br /&gt;                     ASSIM COMO Ãƒâ€° FÃƒÂ�CIL FAZER TRISTE...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;"  align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;                         &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ãƒâ€° DIFÃƒÂ�CIL DIZER EU TE AMO,&lt;br /&gt;                     ASSIM COMO Ãƒâ€° FÃƒÂ�CIL NÃƒÆ’O DIZER NADA...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;"  align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;                         &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ãƒâ€° DIFÃƒÂ�CIL VALORIZAR UM AMOR,&lt;br /&gt;                     ASSIM COMO Ãƒâ€° FÃƒÂ�CIL PERDÃƒÅ -LO PARA SEMPRE...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;"  align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;                         &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ãƒâ€° DIFÃƒÂ�CIL AGRADECER POR HOJE,&lt;br /&gt;                     ASSIM COMO Ãƒâ€° FÃƒÂ�CIL VIVER MAIS UM DIA...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;"  align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;                         &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ãƒâ€° DIFÃƒÂ�CIL SE CONVENCER DE QUE SE Ãƒâ€° FELIZ,&lt;br /&gt;                     ASSIM COMO Ãƒâ€° FÃƒÂ�CIL ACHAR QUE SEMPRE FALTA ALGO...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;"  align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;                         &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ãƒâ€° DIFÃƒÂ�CIL FAZER ALGUÃƒâ€°M SORRIR,&lt;br /&gt;                     ASSIM COMO Ãƒâ€° FÃƒÂ�CIL FAZER CHORAR...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;"  align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;                         &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ãƒâ€° DIFÃƒÂ�CIL SE PÃƒâ€�R NO LUGAR DE ALGUÃƒâ€°M,&lt;br /&gt;                     ASSIM COMO Ãƒâ€° FÃƒÂ�CIL OLHAR PARA O PRÃƒâ€œPRIO UMBIGO...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;"  align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;                         &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;SE VOCÃƒÅ  ERROU, PEÃƒâ€¡A DESCULPAS...&lt;br /&gt;                     Ãƒâ€° DIFÃƒÂ�CIL PEDIR PERDÃƒÆ’O?&lt;br /&gt;                     MAS QUEM DISSE QUE Ãƒâ€° FÃƒÂ�CIL SER PERDOADO?!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;"  align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;                         &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;SE ALGUÃƒâ€°M ERROU COM VOCÃƒÅ , PERDOA-O...&lt;br /&gt;                     Ãƒâ€° DIFÃƒÂ�CIL PERDOAR?&lt;br /&gt;                     MAS QUEM DISSE QUE Ãƒâ€° FÃƒÂ�CIL SE ARREPENDER?!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;"  align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;                         &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;SE VOCÃƒÅ  SENTE ALGO, DIGA...&lt;br /&gt;                     Ãƒâ€° DIFÃƒÂ�CIL SE ABRIR?&lt;br /&gt;                     MAS QUEM DISSE QUE Ãƒâ€° FÃƒÂ�CIL ENCONTRAR ALGUÃƒâ€°M&lt;br /&gt;                     QUE QUEIRA ESCUTAR?!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;"  align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;                         &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;SE ALGUÃƒâ€°M RECLAMA DE VOCÃƒÅ , OUÃƒâ€¡A...&lt;br /&gt;                     Ãƒâ€° DIFÃƒÂ�CIL OUVIR CERTAS COISAS?&lt;br /&gt;                     MAS QUEM DISSE QUE Ãƒâ€° FÃƒÂ�CIL OUVIR VOCÃƒÅ ?!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial;"  align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;                         &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;PENSE NISSO&lt;br /&gt;E FAÃƒâ€¡A SUAS ESCOLHAS!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&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/28796307-115706124336154943?l=amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/115706124336154943/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28796307&amp;postID=115706124336154943' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/115706124336154943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/115706124336154943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/2006/08/difcil-fazer-algum-feliz-assim-como.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703457387788496370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28796307.post-115524914755341208</id><published>2006-08-10T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T13:55:57.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/3055/1600/poof.gifs%20%285%29.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 206px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/3055/400/poof.gifs%20%285%29.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                                                              Eu estou muito feliz!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                                                                Diz os sabios:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                                                               Viva sua vida e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                                                                  dane-se o mundo.........&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/28796307-115524914755341208?l=amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/115524914755341208/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28796307&amp;postID=115524914755341208' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/115524914755341208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/115524914755341208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/2006/08/eu-estou-muito-feliz-diz-os-sabios.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703457387788496370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28796307.post-115524826543283824</id><published>2006-08-10T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T13:57:39.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/3055/1600/boanoite_bymoka.4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/3055/400/boanoite_bymoka.1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                                                    Boa Noite Amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                                                       durma bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                                      Se o seu corpo cansado tiver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                              dificuldades  em relaxar e pegar no sono, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                                            pense nas noites de lua,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                             no cÃ©u cheios de estrelas,  nos jardins repletos de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                                          flores,no sol do amanhecer ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                                          nas brisas calmas da manha.       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                             Pensa em mim que ama vocÃª como nunca antes amei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                                          Pensa em mim, como penso em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                             vocÃª e durma bem. OuÃ§a uma mÃºsica suave dedilhada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                                          ao piano como essa que vocÃª&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                            ouve ao fundo, e durma bem. ouÃ§a o som da natureza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                                         cantar suas canÃ§Ãµes e encantar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                           os seus ouvidos com suaves melodias Basta apenas entÃ£o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                                         recordar os poemas  que escrevo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                          que recito aos seus ouvidos SÃ£o poemas de amor que lhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                                        faÃ§o e lhe ofereÃ§o como gotas de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                         orvalho nas relvas  das madrugadas. Diga para si mesmo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                                        que vocÃª Ã© feliz e nÃ£o irÃ¡ se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                          recordar  de nada que possa ferir a sua paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                                    NÃ£o guarde no coraÃ§Ã£o  os&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                          dissabores do dia.Apenas a boa semente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                                     para que frutifique relaxe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                                     meu amor e durma bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                                         Durma em paz!!!!!!!!&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/28796307-115524826543283824?l=amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/115524826543283824/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28796307&amp;postID=115524826543283824' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/115524826543283824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/115524826543283824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/2006/08/boa-noite-amor-durma-bem.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703457387788496370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28796307.post-115506271916199289</id><published>2006-08-08T10:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T13:58:20.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/3055/1600/16557020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/3055/400/16557020.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                                                   Essa ai em cima e minha melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                                                                amiga.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                                                   Ela e super gente boa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                                                                amiga.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                                                    O nome dela e Alane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                                                              amiga....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                                                    Ela tem 12 anos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                                                           amiga....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                                                    E da minha sala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                                                           amiga....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                                                  Guarda todos meus segredos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                                                          amiga..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                                                 So amizade verdadeira e assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;                                                           amiga.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/3055/1600/boanoite_bymoka.1.gif"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&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/28796307-115506271916199289?l=amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/115506271916199289/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28796307&amp;postID=115506271916199289' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/115506271916199289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/115506271916199289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/2006/08/essa-ai-em-cima-e-minha-melhor-amiga.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703457387788496370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28796307.post-115367275969267396</id><published>2006-07-23T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T08:39:19.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/3055/1600/sauda%3F%3Foes.gifs%20%2846%29.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/3055/320/3565.0.gif" alt="" 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/28796307-115248912905042670?l=amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/115248912905042670/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28796307&amp;postID=115248912905042670' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/115248912905042670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/115248912905042670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post_115248912905042670.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703457387788496370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28796307.post-115245585912790461</id><published>2006-07-09T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T06:37:39.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/3055/1600/ferias3jw.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/3055/320/ferias3jw.gif" alt="" 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/28796307-115245585912790461?l=amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/115245585912790461/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28796307&amp;postID=115245585912790461' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/115245585912790461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/115245585912790461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post_115245585912790461.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703457387788496370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28796307.post-115245096629370261</id><published>2006-07-09T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T05:16:06.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/3055/1600/46.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/3055/400/46.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                         Sempre e bom esta reunido&lt;br /&gt;                                                                    com familia!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                          Brinca fazer tudo de bom&lt;br /&gt;                                                                      reunido!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28796307-115245096629370261?l=amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/115245096629370261/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28796307&amp;postID=115245096629370261' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/115245096629370261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/115245096629370261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/2006/07/sempre-e-bom-esta-reunido-com-familia.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703457387788496370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28796307.post-115245075018809842</id><published>2006-07-09T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T05:12:30.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/3055/1600/im24.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/3055/400/055.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria tanto&lt;br /&gt;ser uma&lt;br /&gt;borboleta&lt;br /&gt;mas fazer&lt;br /&gt;o que&lt;br /&gt;querer&lt;br /&gt;nao e&lt;br /&gt;poder........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28796307-115245042771429013?l=amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/115245042771429013/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28796307&amp;postID=115245042771429013' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/115245042771429013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/115245042771429013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/2006/07/queria-tanto-ser-uma-borboleta-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703457387788496370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28796307.post-115245010292719359</id><published>2006-07-09T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T05:01:42.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/3055/1600/ABySuzyaosamigos.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7436/3055/400/IMAG0293.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                  Essa sou eu......&lt;br /&gt;                                             Sei que ninguem e perfeito ,mas&lt;br /&gt;                                             mas algumas pessoas acham&lt;br /&gt;                                             que sao perfeitas,nao pelo&lt;br /&gt;                                              corpo e sim pela alma....&lt;br /&gt;                                              Posso se muito calada&lt;br /&gt;                                              mais o que isso tem a&lt;br /&gt;                                              ver e meu estilo...&lt;br /&gt;                                              tenho muitas amigas&lt;br /&gt;                                               mas temos fica de olho aberto&lt;br /&gt;                                               pq elas pode ter uma&lt;br /&gt;                                              carapuca muito grande...&lt;br /&gt;                                             mas sempre ira existir&lt;br /&gt;                                             amigos bons e maus.....&lt;br /&gt;                                             essa e um pedaÃ§o de minha&lt;br /&gt;                                            historia que todos tem...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28796307-115244991671333824?l=amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/feeds/115244991671333824/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28796307&amp;postID=115244991671333824' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/115244991671333824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28796307/posts/default/115244991671333824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amanda-diario-de-adolescente-amanda.blogspot.com/2006/07/essa-sou-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00703457387788496370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
