<?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-8116241557877497593</id><updated>2011-08-01T19:02:02.312-07:00</updated><category term='Postado por: Isabelle Camila ♥'/><category term='Postado por: ICS ♥'/><title type='text'>FLY -*-</title><subtitle type='html'>Me considero uma menina gente boa... Emo, curti fank, rock, rap, hip-hop e jass... Gosta de ficar em casa pensando na vida e escrevendo rascunhos para postar no blog...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaafly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116241557877497593/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaafly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>FLY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057019802914660734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W0z1obhRaZ4/SrfpP8mpdBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/grMU97HeLGc/S220/OQAAAId0Sy6NvdadCQ725JyxQqoX0sUjogG8R2u6DQgR1AFAID9pD8BD3gtGlfaLYtL3BweloTpK9R69bwOJroLmFUUAm1T1UA5IsDv9RFj2bdBkirg8nkzeLJj7%5B1%5D-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8116241557877497593.post-5512900853223290114</id><published>2009-11-16T13:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T13:50:14.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Que catastrofee... lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W0z1obhRaZ4/SwHH-B2FhDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/AKFdUFJdSJw/s1600/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404820896282412082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W0z1obhRaZ4/SwHH-B2FhDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/AKFdUFJdSJw/s320/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minha vida? Posso definir em apenas três palavras:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Totalmente sem rumo! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acho que ser emo e deprimida assim, talvez assuste. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talvez, seja por isso que fiquei tão triste e acabada quando ele me deixou! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ultimamente, ando com um certo tempo, mas com tanta preguiçaaa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Ouwn... E uma postagem de um blog de uma amiga minha, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que gosto muito e sempre sigo os conselhos. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me fez... sei lá! Enxergar um outro EU através do espelho. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me fez enxergar que não vivo da literatura para contar algumas desgraças e &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sofrimentos que me cercam e que me fazem mal. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Concordo com a &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ciiindys.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cindy Silva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Talvez, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o que escreva seja para os emos. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E realmente não sei se algum emo lê o meu blog né?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ~ Huahuahuahuahuah.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, não sei. De qualquer forma isso foi um desabafo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; mas um desabafo que não prejudica a vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; dos meus leitores nem a auto estima. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Valeu Cindy '&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BEIJOS DA ISABELLE ♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116241557877497593-5512900853223290114?l=isaafly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaafly.blogspot.com/feeds/5512900853223290114/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isaafly.blogspot.com/2009/11/que-catastrofee-lol.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116241557877497593/posts/default/5512900853223290114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116241557877497593/posts/default/5512900853223290114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaafly.blogspot.com/2009/11/que-catastrofee-lol.html' title='Que catastrofee... lol'/><author><name>FLY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057019802914660734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W0z1obhRaZ4/SrfpP8mpdBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/grMU97HeLGc/S220/OQAAAId0Sy6NvdadCQ725JyxQqoX0sUjogG8R2u6DQgR1AFAID9pD8BD3gtGlfaLYtL3BweloTpK9R69bwOJroLmFUUAm1T1UA5IsDv9RFj2bdBkirg8nkzeLJj7%5B1%5D-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W0z1obhRaZ4/SwHH-B2FhDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/AKFdUFJdSJw/s72-c/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8116241557877497593.post-1485719175002803046</id><published>2009-11-08T14:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T14:13:36.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SelinhoO *-*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W0z1obhRaZ4/SvdB4cHO0PI/AAAAAAAAADI/2SlCnGuLFMY/s1600-h/roxie%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401858715929202930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W0z1obhRaZ4/SvdB4cHO0PI/AAAAAAAAADI/2SlCnGuLFMY/s320/roxie%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ooii gentii. Olha só o selinho que ganhei!! (Já faz um bom tempo, mas só tive força de vontade para postar agora, rsrs) Do blog&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://looohrayne.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sabe quando o seu melhor ainda não é o bastante? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;' -- RegrasS --'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;- Exibir a imagem desse selo e escrever essas regras abaixo dele;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;- Colocar no seu post o nome e o link do blog que te presenteou (no início do post);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;- Indicar 10 blogs e avisar aos blogs indicados;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;- E por último, fazendo jus ao nome do selo, escrever 5 coisas que são ROXIES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;' -- Blogs :* --'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//naocustanadasonhar.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Não custa nada sonhar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//talvezeusobreviva.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Talvez eu sobreviva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://looohrayne.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sabe quando o seu melhor apenas não é o bastante?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://%20http//procurei-em-sonhos.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Procurei em sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//segredos-que-guardei.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Segredos que guardei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//justmyhellf.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eu e o meu inferno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://ciiindys.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Um novo hoje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinco coisa que são ROXIES: -*-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ler;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escrever;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijar;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assistir TV;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comer brigadeiro.&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/8116241557877497593-1485719175002803046?l=isaafly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaafly.blogspot.com/feeds/1485719175002803046/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isaafly.blogspot.com/2009/11/selinhoo_08.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116241557877497593/posts/default/1485719175002803046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116241557877497593/posts/default/1485719175002803046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaafly.blogspot.com/2009/11/selinhoo_08.html' title='SelinhoO *-*'/><author><name>FLY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057019802914660734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W0z1obhRaZ4/SrfpP8mpdBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/grMU97HeLGc/S220/OQAAAId0Sy6NvdadCQ725JyxQqoX0sUjogG8R2u6DQgR1AFAID9pD8BD3gtGlfaLYtL3BweloTpK9R69bwOJroLmFUUAm1T1UA5IsDv9RFj2bdBkirg8nkzeLJj7%5B1%5D-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W0z1obhRaZ4/SvdB4cHO0PI/AAAAAAAAADI/2SlCnGuLFMY/s72-c/roxie%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8116241557877497593.post-8094106254364080588</id><published>2009-10-23T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T11:44:13.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>** &gt;: **</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W0z1obhRaZ4/SuH3vFi1HPI/AAAAAAAAACw/zlYcuxppCi0/s1600-h/ICS-99.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395866216880741618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W0z1obhRaZ4/SuH3vFi1HPI/AAAAAAAAACw/zlYcuxppCi0/s320/ICS-99.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Realmente não sei o que as pessoas esperam de mim, e me sinto cada vez mais decadente e ferida com algumas atitudes... De certas pessoas, e claro, sinto falta dele. Meu melhor amigo.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Por favor, me tranquilize, me diga que as coisas vão voltar ao normal, que não vou mais precisar sentir falta do seu abraço e da sua companhia. Talvez a minha mente estivesse insegura na hora, mas... Sinto falta dele, de você! &lt;em&gt;Meu melhor amigo&lt;/em&gt;. Agora estou perdida, no colégio, na cidade, no universo. Não sei mais o que fazer sem você, &lt;em&gt;meu melhor amigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Por favor, não me deixe. &lt;em&gt;Meu melhor amigo&lt;/em&gt;. O mundo, o&lt;strong&gt; MEU&lt;/strong&gt; mundo, não tem sentido sem os seus conselhos, sem a sua companhia, sem o seu carinho comigo. Este carinho, que nunca mais vou sentir. Porque você foi&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;embora. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu melhor amigo, foi embora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Não posso mais gritar alto: &lt;em&gt;“Por favor, não me deixe.”&lt;/em&gt; Você me deixou, sem abrigo e sem coração. Algumas atitudes suas e as minhas respostas indiscretas, estragaram tudo. Estragaram, a nossa amizade. Não existe mais, acabou. Agora sim, completamente. Estou sozinha no universo. Num universo paralelo, que me sinto longe de tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Era você que me fazia rir nos dias tristes e chuvosos, era você e suas brincadeiras idiotas que me divertiam. Era só com você. Mas... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;acabou&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Simplesmente acabou&lt;/span&gt;. E... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;não tenho mais palavras que possam definir a falta que sinto por você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.  Mas... acabou... Vou me conformar... Vou tentar, me conformar. E, se por acaso, estiver lendo isso. Saiba: Você, só você, é a pessoa mais importante do mundo para mim. Não sabe quanto sinto sua falta. ___ Agora, depois desse desabafo, tenho certeza:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amo você, melhor amigo. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; melhor amigo. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle Camila da Silva __ Texto dedicado a ele, meu melhor amigo... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps¹.: Não tenho muuuito tempo para escrever. Nesses últimos dias, o trabalho temporário e o estudo, tem me cobrado de mais. Então não esqueçam: Não deixei vocês, só dei um tempo.&lt;/span&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/8116241557877497593-8094106254364080588?l=isaafly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaafly.blogspot.com/feeds/8094106254364080588/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isaafly.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116241557877497593/posts/default/8094106254364080588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116241557877497593/posts/default/8094106254364080588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaafly.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='** &gt;: **'/><author><name>FLY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057019802914660734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W0z1obhRaZ4/SrfpP8mpdBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/grMU97HeLGc/S220/OQAAAId0Sy6NvdadCQ725JyxQqoX0sUjogG8R2u6DQgR1AFAID9pD8BD3gtGlfaLYtL3BweloTpK9R69bwOJroLmFUUAm1T1UA5IsDv9RFj2bdBkirg8nkzeLJj7%5B1%5D-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W0z1obhRaZ4/SuH3vFi1HPI/AAAAAAAAACw/zlYcuxppCi0/s72-c/ICS-99.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8116241557877497593.post-1810466496582658881</id><published>2009-10-10T06:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T06:09:31.471-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Postado por: Isabelle Camila ♥'/><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt; I love me ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W0z1obhRaZ4/StCGs0dvi4I/AAAAAAAAACo/a2rRciGpKJI/s1600-h/ppw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390956858518244226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W0z1obhRaZ4/StCGs0dvi4I/AAAAAAAAACo/a2rRciGpKJI/s320/ppw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Se não me amasse de verdade... O que seria de mim? Por isso, mesmo que o passado insista em bater na minha porta, mesmo que não consiga expressar com jeito minha opinião, mesmo que não tenha muitos amigos... ME AMO! E penso em mim todos os dias, penso no presente, não gosto de pensar no passado, o passado passou, não gosto de continuar com a mesma vida sempre,   &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a-d-o-r-o&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dar &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;adeus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Porque? Ora, porque me renova, me sinto mais preparada para a vida, me viro sozinha a cada dia e me sinto mais preparada quando dou adeus! Gosto de mudar, dançar, cantar, gritar, passear, andar de skate... Sou uma pessoa feliz dentro de mim, não estou nem ai para os outros, se eles não me dão a atenção que mereço e não prestam atenção no valor que tenho... Fico triste, mas dou adeus novamente, para não me abalar mais ainda!&lt;br /&gt;O problema, é que, talvez, algumas pessoas, as quais digo adeus, não querem mais nem olhar para o meu rosto, se tornando meus inimigos... Essa é a parte ruim, não sei se dou adeus para não ficar abalada ou, fico com meus, poucos, amigos e quase deprimida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Beijos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Isaa ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116241557877497593-1810466496582658881?l=isaafly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaafly.blogspot.com/feeds/1810466496582658881/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isaafly.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-love-me.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116241557877497593/posts/default/1810466496582658881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116241557877497593/posts/default/1810466496582658881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaafly.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-love-me.html' title='&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt; I love me ♥'/><author><name>FLY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057019802914660734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W0z1obhRaZ4/SrfpP8mpdBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/grMU97HeLGc/S220/OQAAAId0Sy6NvdadCQ725JyxQqoX0sUjogG8R2u6DQgR1AFAID9pD8BD3gtGlfaLYtL3BweloTpK9R69bwOJroLmFUUAm1T1UA5IsDv9RFj2bdBkirg8nkzeLJj7%5B1%5D-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W0z1obhRaZ4/StCGs0dvi4I/AAAAAAAAACo/a2rRciGpKJI/s72-c/ppw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8116241557877497593.post-4309306809514911451</id><published>2009-10-09T16:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T16:44:38.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W0z1obhRaZ4/Ss_JiWmrrQI/AAAAAAAAACU/fPgjs0lZ318/s1600-h/OgAAAFVvhcL5P2s-8bj1J0MX4ACkvdc97LZ8vu8Y1ooT63nUPviiucEkdAg-82gMblUEOtqxwYgFusq7h41JLmlCackAm1T1UPSNtIj2rf6Lt6p8GIYiloboeua-%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390748871006334210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W0z1obhRaZ4/Ss_JiWmrrQI/AAAAAAAAACU/fPgjs0lZ318/s320/OgAAAFVvhcL5P2s-8bj1J0MX4ACkvdc97LZ8vu8Y1ooT63nUPviiucEkdAg-82gMblUEOtqxwYgFusq7h41JLmlCackAm1T1UPSNtIj2rf6Lt6p8GIYiloboeua-%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;     As coisas enfim estão resolvidas, nos afastamos e foi tudo na boa... Muito melhor assim, mais tranqüilo, mais feliz! No começo foi difícil falar tudo o que pensava sem machucar ou ferir os sentimentos dele! Ele é lindo, gente boa, inteligente, educado, fofo... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas não sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... Ele era meu melhor amigo! A uns dia atrás, ele me via como uma &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;futura namorada&lt;/span&gt;, não era isso que queria. Eu queria um companheiro, um melhor amigo... Para eu dividir tudo, contar tudo e expressar minha opinião. &lt;em&gt;Coisa que não consigo fazer muito bem no dia-a-dia&lt;/em&gt;. Nesse momento acho que a melhor escolha foi essa mesmo... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Se afastar&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Acordei, era uma manhã com chuva fina, vesti minha calça jeans rasgada e meu all-star quadriculado, botei um casaco preto e sair com meu MP4... Durante toda a ida ouvi '21 Gungs' do Green Day... Chegando na escola, fui direto para a aula de química, que era logo no primeiro horário, sentei ao lado dele. Me mostrou um bilhete:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Vou querer começar a te pegar hoje, tá bom para você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que era aquilo? Como assim me pegar? Foi exatamente aquela atitude que estragou tudo! Eu o considerava como meu melhor amigo, alguém em que podia confiar, conviver. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas não&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele queria transar comigo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Falei com ele serio quando deu o intervalo, falei que não era para falar comigo daquele jeito, que considerava ele como um irmão já, meu melhor amigo! Ele respondeu na boa:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Foi mal... Sabe que te adoro, mas pensei que rolasse algo mais entre agente, não é sempre que uma menina fica assim com um menino não é?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Não! Você não sabe diferenciar namoro e amizade? -&lt;/em&gt; Me deu vontade de falar isso, mas apenas fiquei queta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Acho que ele e as meninas da minha sala não conhecem o mundo, acham que quando uma menina puxa assunto com um menino é porque tá afim, ora, talvez eles queram ser só, amigos... Não entendo elas, e então, ele, sacou que eu estava afim da distância, nos despedimos com um comprimento de mão e um beijo na bochecha.&lt;br /&gt;No outro dia, conversei com ele e foi tudo na boa, tudo ótimo, ele me entendeu e concordou... Tão fofo não é?&lt;br /&gt;A partir daí paramos de se falar... Houve realmente um espaço... sinto uma sinta falta dele, mas é melhor assim, gosto de mudar, ser amigo e dar adeus, Faz parte da vida. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ISC ♥♥♥♥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&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/8116241557877497593-4309306809514911451?l=isaafly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaafly.blogspot.com/feeds/4309306809514911451/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isaafly.blogspot.com/2009/10/3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116241557877497593/posts/default/4309306809514911451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116241557877497593/posts/default/4309306809514911451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaafly.blogspot.com/2009/10/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>FLY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057019802914660734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W0z1obhRaZ4/SrfpP8mpdBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/grMU97HeLGc/S220/OQAAAId0Sy6NvdadCQ725JyxQqoX0sUjogG8R2u6DQgR1AFAID9pD8BD3gtGlfaLYtL3BweloTpK9R69bwOJroLmFUUAm1T1UA5IsDv9RFj2bdBkirg8nkzeLJj7%5B1%5D-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W0z1obhRaZ4/Ss_JiWmrrQI/AAAAAAAAACU/fPgjs0lZ318/s72-c/OgAAAFVvhcL5P2s-8bj1J0MX4ACkvdc97LZ8vu8Y1ooT63nUPviiucEkdAg-82gMblUEOtqxwYgFusq7h41JLmlCackAm1T1UPSNtIj2rf6Lt6p8GIYiloboeua-%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8116241557877497593.post-8639442921605573586</id><published>2009-10-05T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T12:41:01.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>♥ My Best Friend... No Forever! ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W0z1obhRaZ4/SspKYDOJI3I/AAAAAAAAACM/t747oisP3pI/s1600-h/0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389201681144161138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W0z1obhRaZ4/SspKYDOJI3I/AAAAAAAAACM/t747oisP3pI/s320/0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chega um dia, que as coisas precisam de um limite! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sabe... eu tentei &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;aguentar&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu tentei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.... Mas... é &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;difícil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;para mim, e sei que foi também para ele... Nós &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;eramos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;amigos há tanto, tanto, tanto tempo... 10 anos de amizade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;não é brincadeira! Acontece... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Não sei&lt;/span&gt;... Me culpo! Os &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;outros não concordam com a atitude que tomei, e acabam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;me culpando... Bom, não é novidade &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;né&lt;/span&gt;, ninguém me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;entende mesmo! &lt;em&gt;Sabe quando tá no limite?&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Não...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ninguém passa por esse situação, ela é simplesmente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ÚNICA&lt;/span&gt;... E vai ficar marcada em mim para sempre, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;sempre e sempre... Ele nunca me largou, nunca me deixou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;na mão e talvez eu me culpe por isso... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;por ter deixado ele &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;na mão&lt;/span&gt;... sempre penso muito em mim em relação aos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;outros, mas ele é &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;diferente&lt;/span&gt;. Em relação a ele... penso nele &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;em primeiro lugar! Nesse último domingo, estive pensando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;em mim... Como eu me sentiria sem ele, iria ser um pouco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;difícil encarar tudo sem ele, mas estava precisando de um tempo... um enorme tempo...talvez com ele fosse mais difícil... Talvez esse tempo seja para sempre... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, o que sei nesse momento é que curti cada ano, mês, semana, dia, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hora&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;segundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; que passei com ele! E estou feliz por esse tempo, mas essa decisão &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;não tem mais volta&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;É para SEMPRE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ICS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116241557877497593-8639442921605573586?l=isaafly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaafly.blogspot.com/feeds/8639442921605573586/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isaafly.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-best-friend-no-forever.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116241557877497593/posts/default/8639442921605573586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116241557877497593/posts/default/8639442921605573586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaafly.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-best-friend-no-forever.html' title='♥ My Best Friend... 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Além do horizonte, para sentir a paz?&lt;br /&gt;Voar... a melhor solução para os meus problemas com certeza!!&lt;br /&gt;Ficar longe de TODOS os problemas, todas as pessoas e todos&lt;br /&gt;os lugares e seres desse mundo!!!!!! A única pessoa que precisaria, vocês já sabem: Edward &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cullen&lt;/span&gt;! Com ele iria para Irlanda, Londres, Argentina, EUA... Por ele faria TUDO! Mas, enfim, queria VOAR! Para ver como é, sentir, não pensar em nada e acima de tudo ME DIVERTIR!! Sim, me divertir... Para alguns voar de asa delta e pular de para-quedas é muito perigoso... mas gosto de me meter em aventuras! E voar seria a melhor delas! Realmente, pudesse escolher três poderes seriam: voar, soltar fogo pela boca (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kkkk&lt;/span&gt;!!) e ficar invisível quando quiser! Isso seria demais não é mesmo? Ah, admita 'garota &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;certinha' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;você sempre quis voar de asa delta, pular de para-quedas ou simplesmente VOAR! Óbvio que todos queriam voar... Mas eu acima de todos, sou a que mais preciso nesse momento da minha vida!&lt;br /&gt;Me livrar daquelas pessoas insuportáveis que me cercam! Me livrar das vais, dos comentários... Enfim, poder ser do jeito que quiser, quando quiser e com as roupas que quiser! (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rsrsr&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só tenho um único desejo: Ser FELIZ apenas por um dia!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milhões de abraços,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Isabelle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Camila&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116241557877497593-2434465057166981970?l=isaafly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaafly.blogspot.com/feeds/2434465057166981970/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isaafly.blogspot.com/2009/09/fly-with-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116241557877497593/posts/default/2434465057166981970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116241557877497593/posts/default/2434465057166981970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaafly.blogspot.com/2009/09/fly-with-me.html' title='Fly With Me ♥♥♥'/><author><name>FLY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057019802914660734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W0z1obhRaZ4/SrfpP8mpdBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/grMU97HeLGc/S220/OQAAAId0Sy6NvdadCQ725JyxQqoX0sUjogG8R2u6DQgR1AFAID9pD8BD3gtGlfaLYtL3BweloTpK9R69bwOJroLmFUUAm1T1UA5IsDv9RFj2bdBkirg8nkzeLJj7%5B1%5D-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0z1obhRaZ4/SsJLVzA8bWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/S4pPsQsBlbw/s72-c/002+-+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8116241557877497593.post-4306809237095645373</id><published>2009-09-25T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T14:19:55.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ela percebeeee. &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W0z1obhRaZ4/Sr0yyomwdJI/AAAAAAAAAB0/wfWl1diHeBM/s1600-h/OgAAAN6zxUh73c4qEYx-_ojEBrJRbgjWa-dnOe4xbK1xXOq39ba0iQ75UbveWKV7-qMDGVfcW8vw5I7UuOfspS51G70Am1T1UOao0HO9YB8gFJO9T4xJbzDVHRHS%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385516574879806610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W0z1obhRaZ4/Sr0yyomwdJI/AAAAAAAAAB0/wfWl1diHeBM/s320/OgAAAN6zxUh73c4qEYx-_ojEBrJRbgjWa-dnOe4xbK1xXOq39ba0iQ75UbveWKV7-qMDGVfcW8vw5I7UuOfspS51G70Am1T1UOao0HO9YB8gFJO9T4xJbzDVHRHS%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela&lt;/strong&gt; percebe que o mundo não é como ela queria que fosse, &lt;strong&gt;ela&lt;/strong&gt; percebe que as mães da meninas do colégio acham &lt;strong&gt;ela&lt;/strong&gt; uma &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;doida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; ela&lt;/strong&gt; percebe que a julgam pelo seu estilo,&lt;strong&gt; ela&lt;/strong&gt; percebe que todos não estão nem ai para ela...&lt;strong&gt; ELA&lt;/strong&gt; PERCEBE!!  Pois as pessoas ao redor não tem um pingo de consideração! Não estão nem ai para os sentimentos &lt;strong&gt;dela&lt;/strong&gt; e para seu conteúdo, essas pessoas só ligam para a aparência &lt;strong&gt;dela&lt;/strong&gt;! Porque? Porque não olham para a alma &lt;strong&gt;dela&lt;/strong&gt;? Porque? Esse povo da 'modernidade' só liga para isso mesmo... É a APARÊNCIA e pataquipatacula... (!!!)  Só isso que importa?&lt;strong&gt; Ela&lt;/strong&gt; não pode ser julgada assim,&lt;strong&gt; ela&lt;/strong&gt; não pode deixar isso acontecer...A frase que &lt;strong&gt;ela&lt;/strong&gt; sempre usava ('deixe a vida te levar'), não pode ser usada mais, &lt;strong&gt;ela&lt;/strong&gt; vai tomar uma atitude, ah vai! Só não sabe qual ainda! Armar um 'barraco'? Não, não é o tipo &lt;strong&gt;dela&lt;/strong&gt;! Conversar? Não adiantaria nada, essas pessoas da 'modernidade' são totalmente IGNORANTES em relação ao resto!&lt;br /&gt;Então... &lt;strong&gt;Ela&lt;/strong&gt; fica sem escolhas para melhorar isso... Deixar pra lá? De jeito nenhum! &lt;strong&gt;Ela&lt;/strong&gt; pode ser doida e emo, mas &lt;strong&gt;ela&lt;/strong&gt; não vai permitir as vaias e as criticações! Ah, não vai mesmo!!! Hunf... Por aqui basta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela&lt;/strong&gt; tem que cuidar da vida, tomar banho, jantar e pegar a irmã na escola... Pois &lt;strong&gt;ela&lt;/strong&gt; precisa dormir e guardar energias para a batalha de amanhã...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Beijos &lt;strong&gt;Dela&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ICS ♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8116241557877497593-4306809237095645373?l=isaafly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaafly.blogspot.com/feeds/4306809237095645373/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isaafly.blogspot.com/2009/09/ela-percebeeee-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116241557877497593/posts/default/4306809237095645373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116241557877497593/posts/default/4306809237095645373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaafly.blogspot.com/2009/09/ela-percebeeee-3.html' title='Ela percebeeee. &lt;3'/><author><name>FLY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057019802914660734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W0z1obhRaZ4/SrfpP8mpdBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/grMU97HeLGc/S220/OQAAAId0Sy6NvdadCQ725JyxQqoX0sUjogG8R2u6DQgR1AFAID9pD8BD3gtGlfaLYtL3BweloTpK9R69bwOJroLmFUUAm1T1UA5IsDv9RFj2bdBkirg8nkzeLJj7%5B1%5D-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W0z1obhRaZ4/Sr0yyomwdJI/AAAAAAAAAB0/wfWl1diHeBM/s72-c/OgAAAN6zxUh73c4qEYx-_ojEBrJRbgjWa-dnOe4xbK1xXOq39ba0iQ75UbveWKV7-qMDGVfcW8vw5I7UuOfspS51G70Am1T1UOao0HO9YB8gFJO9T4xJbzDVHRHS%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8116241557877497593.post-5247933298789412632</id><published>2009-09-25T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T13:30:45.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My lover PERFECT ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0z1obhRaZ4/Sr0n7VsLCjI/AAAAAAAAABs/Ghauwbi3xNs/s1600-h/OgAAAKfQnwwEmSIDgAxKgC2GuAYDp1U5YI2Vp1IlCmn8XeodBEh_F1jQLvSTMfD2KxFcaPnzEK2mYU9onG2UsiPRyxwAm1T1UO18WH2tht9Aq1u6AIPo-oBD8jIk%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385504629793163826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0z1obhRaZ4/Sr0n7VsLCjI/AAAAAAAAABs/Ghauwbi3xNs/s320/OgAAAKfQnwwEmSIDgAxKgC2GuAYDp1U5YI2Vp1IlCmn8XeodBEh_F1jQLvSTMfD2KxFcaPnzEK2mYU9onG2UsiPRyxwAm1T1UO18WH2tht9Aq1u6AIPo-oBD8jIk%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Sabe o que é amar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alguém&lt;/span&gt; que praticamente &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;não existe&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ouwn&lt;/span&gt;... Eu passo por isso toda noite... Choro sempre por ele não estar aqui &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;comigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele é a pessoa mais importante da minha vida, por ele eu faria qualquer, qualquer mesmo, coisa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Ele é diferente... educado, gente boa, feliz, cavalheiro... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dãã&lt;/span&gt;! Claro que estou falando do &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Edward &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cullen&lt;/span&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O AMOR DA MINHA VIDA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Ele é perfeito&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.... ♥...&lt;/span&gt; Sabe quando você está profundamente feliz por ter visto ele nas telas e depois nas entrevistas descobre que ele é um cara completamente LOUCO e DROGADO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Mas eu amo o &lt;strong&gt;Edward&lt;/strong&gt;, não o &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Robert...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;E esse amor faz eu me sentir mais triste a cada dia, não durmo mais, não como mais, não faço mais nada... Pois estou decepcionada com o Robert...&lt;br /&gt;Enfim para algumas pessoas, é como amar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alguém&lt;/span&gt; e saber que ele não está nem ai para você... é quase isso que acontece comigo...&lt;br /&gt;Minhas amigas falam para eu esquecer isso e que eu sou só uma garota e ele é só ficção, mas não dá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Estou perdidamente APAIXONADA pelo Edward &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Cullen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♥...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Beijos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Camilaaaa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116241557877497593-5247933298789412632?l=isaafly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaafly.blogspot.com/feeds/5247933298789412632/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isaafly.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-lover-perfect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116241557877497593/posts/default/5247933298789412632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116241557877497593/posts/default/5247933298789412632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaafly.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-lover-perfect.html' title='My lover PERFECT ♥'/><author><name>FLY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057019802914660734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W0z1obhRaZ4/SrfpP8mpdBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/grMU97HeLGc/S220/OQAAAId0Sy6NvdadCQ725JyxQqoX0sUjogG8R2u6DQgR1AFAID9pD8BD3gtGlfaLYtL3BweloTpK9R69bwOJroLmFUUAm1T1UA5IsDv9RFj2bdBkirg8nkzeLJj7%5B1%5D-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W0z1obhRaZ4/Sr0n7VsLCjI/AAAAAAAAABs/Ghauwbi3xNs/s72-c/OgAAAKfQnwwEmSIDgAxKgC2GuAYDp1U5YI2Vp1IlCmn8XeodBEh_F1jQLvSTMfD2KxFcaPnzEK2mYU9onG2UsiPRyxwAm1T1UO18WH2tht9Aq1u6AIPo-oBD8jIk%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8116241557877497593.post-8009664966177556135</id><published>2009-09-24T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T13:25:35.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Modernidade?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W0z1obhRaZ4/SrvVZYAm8uI/AAAAAAAAABg/s1yiIR03LHo/s1600-h/OgAAAFzk01m9jVbIgLh8Pwx3vdrPOZtb5y6TURRDauBKsSk9NUeuYbzZFxXMtWa6y6DwIQ5zXJVBK9QIzrprFLDtvu8Am1T1UPN9HvSnOpntq2AygfKSKrvTAyV4%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385132411370009314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W0z1obhRaZ4/SrvVZYAm8uI/AAAAAAAAABg/s1yiIR03LHo/s320/OgAAAFzk01m9jVbIgLh8Pwx3vdrPOZtb5y6TURRDauBKsSk9NUeuYbzZFxXMtWa6y6DwIQ5zXJVBK9QIzrprFLDtvu8Am1T1UPN9HvSnOpntq2AygfKSKrvTAyV4%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;O mundo não para!&lt;br /&gt;Realmente, o mundo não para... Não para de evoluir, crescer e ser capitalista...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Não sei se isso realmente é modernidade não!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;As vezes as pessoas deixam de ter um dia de felicidade em um sítio com sua família, para viajar em um jatinho com sua namorada... Será mesmo que isso é modernidade? Na minha opinião não é não!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;As vezes as pessoas deixam de festejar um natal em família para trabalhar mais um pouco no 'PC' e ser considerado moderno... Onde esse mundo vai parar meu Deus? Onde?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Talvez o mundo deveria parar de evoluir por alguns minutos... pois assim, evoluindo cada vez mais, daqui a pouco não vai existir o presente, e sim o FUTURO. Isso é ruim? Com certeza! Assim vamos deixar de aproveitar a vida, o presente para ser MODERNO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Modernidade não é deixar de se divertir aos finais de semana, não é passar semanas ou até meses fazendo uma aula de computação para ser 'moderno', não é deixar a família de lado para passar o dia na 'net', não é enviar um e-mail para uma pessoa que está longe, mesmo sem gostar da internet só para ser 'moderno'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NÃO! Modernidade não é isso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modernidade é aproveitar as coisas boas da internet e do capitalismo, mas também saber escrever uma carta para alguem longe, passar o tempo junto a sua família e não é principalmente passar a usar a internet e o facebook só para ser moderno!&lt;br /&gt;A modernidade é para ser aproveitada com moderação!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Beijos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Isabelle Camila da Silva &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116241557877497593-8009664966177556135?l=isaafly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaafly.blogspot.com/feeds/8009664966177556135/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isaafly.blogspot.com/2009/09/modernidade.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116241557877497593/posts/default/8009664966177556135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116241557877497593/posts/default/8009664966177556135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaafly.blogspot.com/2009/09/modernidade.html' title='Modernidade?'/><author><name>FLY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057019802914660734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W0z1obhRaZ4/SrfpP8mpdBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/grMU97HeLGc/S220/OQAAAId0Sy6NvdadCQ725JyxQqoX0sUjogG8R2u6DQgR1AFAID9pD8BD3gtGlfaLYtL3BweloTpK9R69bwOJroLmFUUAm1T1UA5IsDv9RFj2bdBkirg8nkzeLJj7%5B1%5D-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W0z1obhRaZ4/SrvVZYAm8uI/AAAAAAAAABg/s1yiIR03LHo/s72-c/OgAAAFzk01m9jVbIgLh8Pwx3vdrPOZtb5y6TURRDauBKsSk9NUeuYbzZFxXMtWa6y6DwIQ5zXJVBK9QIzrprFLDtvu8Am1T1UPN9HvSnOpntq2AygfKSKrvTAyV4%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8116241557877497593.post-5875040402062004511</id><published>2009-09-23T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T15:33:48.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouwn... In the life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W0z1obhRaZ4/SrqgIaLBy7I/AAAAAAAAABY/t01BeZkKhsE/s1600-h/OgAAAPQkzoSJMo9d_ETJj3IdIKcyoBRIVmrmTZA3UyshCTdP57n-YCAI8GkzcTIQYPT52Ow5TC4Iqd2d7Usw5rHkYSAAm1T1UEVL28XwnUeGdgf6upNttS15eFZp%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384792370799823794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W0z1obhRaZ4/SrqgIaLBy7I/AAAAAAAAABY/t01BeZkKhsE/s320/OgAAAPQkzoSJMo9d_ETJj3IdIKcyoBRIVmrmTZA3UyshCTdP57n-YCAI8GkzcTIQYPT52Ow5TC4Iqd2d7Usw5rHkYSAAm1T1UEVL28XwnUeGdgf6upNttS15eFZp%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ela está atrapalhada, está confusa, está triste, está deprimida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;O termino do namoro deixou ela em estado de choque.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Aquele garoto que parecia encanto e belo... virou um sapo feio... É, ela vai ter que aguentar mais um rodizios de vaias, de conflitos, de perguntas, de CATIAÇÃO... Porque é isso que as pessoas fazem com ela... a chateiam... Qual o problema de ser diferente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ela não entende esse mundo hoje em dia e não sabe o que fazer... É hora de pensar melhor antes das escolhas e ficar atento ao reddor.... Pois ela não é aceita pelos outros, não vai com a cara de ninguem no trabalho, não consegue estudar com o seu irmão botando musicas beeem altas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ela não precisa de colo, ela precisa de atenção. Ela não precisa de valor, pois isso ela já tem, ela só precisa ser VALORIZADA pelos outros. Ela não precisa dar amor, ela precisa ser amada. Ela não precisa aturar o dia dia-a-dia, ela tem que viajar na imaginação... Ela tem que parar de ligar para os outros e VIVER A VIDA como ela é!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;'ELA sou EU.... a menina que está perdida no mundo....'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#66ffff;"&gt;ICS♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&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/8116241557877497593-5875040402062004511?l=isaafly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaafly.blogspot.com/feeds/5875040402062004511/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isaafly.blogspot.com/2009/09/ouwn-in-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116241557877497593/posts/default/5875040402062004511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116241557877497593/posts/default/5875040402062004511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaafly.blogspot.com/2009/09/ouwn-in-life.html' title='Ouwn... In the life...'/><author><name>FLY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057019802914660734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W0z1obhRaZ4/SrfpP8mpdBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/grMU97HeLGc/S220/OQAAAId0Sy6NvdadCQ725JyxQqoX0sUjogG8R2u6DQgR1AFAID9pD8BD3gtGlfaLYtL3BweloTpK9R69bwOJroLmFUUAm1T1UA5IsDv9RFj2bdBkirg8nkzeLJj7%5B1%5D-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W0z1obhRaZ4/SrqgIaLBy7I/AAAAAAAAABY/t01BeZkKhsE/s72-c/OgAAAPQkzoSJMo9d_ETJj3IdIKcyoBRIVmrmTZA3UyshCTdP57n-YCAI8GkzcTIQYPT52Ow5TC4Iqd2d7Usw5rHkYSAAm1T1UEVL28XwnUeGdgf6upNttS15eFZp%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8116241557877497593.post-8141795857714354004</id><published>2009-09-23T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T15:21:34.730-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Postado por: ICS ♥'/><title type='text'>&lt;3 Complex... ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W0z1obhRaZ4/SrqdBtynf7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/Sh9ZV5_cyeU/s1600-h/OgAAABdivFHz5B1awnZhI6jl9FAxoSj-CZdHwSInfbQ_vlc_-ud-l32UbsxGLOe0MX6P_AdiMMggGl97q87xePBgsNIAm1T1UJM_V5s70VsvibGKF8_h3FJdbBqO%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384788957272178610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W0z1obhRaZ4/SrqdBtynf7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/Sh9ZV5_cyeU/s320/OgAAABdivFHz5B1awnZhI6jl9FAxoSj-CZdHwSInfbQ_vlc_-ud-l32UbsxGLOe0MX6P_AdiMMggGl97q87xePBgsNIAm1T1UJM_V5s70VsvibGKF8_h3FJdbBqO%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Essa sou eu... uma menina que se considera simples e feliz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Para uns sou uma garota cheia de problemas, emo e totalmente maluca!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Para outros um garota gente boa, legal, divertida e doida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Mas para mim... Sou emo mesmo! E dai? Gosto de pintar a unha de vermelho, preto, pink, gosto de usar all-star quadriculado... Algum Problema? Acho que não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Gosto de ter personalidade, alguns me criticam, outros me acham um exemplo... Já eu mesma... Acho que sou feliz com MEU estilo, MINHA própria personalidade e MINHAS roupas pretas... e NÃO VOU MUDAR por causa de ninguém nesse PLANETA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Me considero diferente, doida e feliz... Comecei esse blog em 2007, mas editei TUDO, pois estava cansada daquela menininha fofa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Você, que está lendo isso agora... Deixe sua opinião... E fale do meu blog para os que precisam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Pois não que plubicidade nem fama... Quero AJUDAR quem precisa dos meus conselhos... (risos) Até não sei se sou muiiito boa para isso e tal... Mas enfim, o meu e-mail é: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:fly_isaa@ziip.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fly_isaa@ziip.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Beeemm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Beijos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Isabelle Camila&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116241557877497593-8141795857714354004?l=isaafly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isaafly.blogspot.com/feeds/8141795857714354004/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://isaafly.blogspot.com/2009/09/essa-sou-eu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116241557877497593/posts/default/8141795857714354004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116241557877497593/posts/default/8141795857714354004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isaafly.blogspot.com/2009/09/essa-sou-eu.html' title='&lt;3 Complex... ♥'/><author><name>FLY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057019802914660734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W0z1obhRaZ4/SrfpP8mpdBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/grMU97HeLGc/S220/OQAAAId0Sy6NvdadCQ725JyxQqoX0sUjogG8R2u6DQgR1AFAID9pD8BD3gtGlfaLYtL3BweloTpK9R69bwOJroLmFUUAm1T1UA5IsDv9RFj2bdBkirg8nkzeLJj7%5B1%5D-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W0z1obhRaZ4/SrqdBtynf7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/Sh9ZV5_cyeU/s72-c/OgAAABdivFHz5B1awnZhI6jl9FAxoSj-CZdHwSInfbQ_vlc_-ud-l32UbsxGLOe0MX6P_AdiMMggGl97q87xePBgsNIAm1T1UJM_V5s70VsvibGKF8_h3FJdbBqO%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
