<?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-8218049238046799330</id><updated>2011-07-28T12:51:08.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heavenly forest</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://une-fleur.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218049238046799330/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://une-fleur.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Yukari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10666949386891664571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0ao13GAh8U/SmaFC5ORPWI/AAAAAAAAACk/PErgktWsMjc/S220/OgAAAPv0DViYbxnz0bBwBYF30sB0-GbV__LcM2LApr2-bRpNHy2h4C0pSAbDQeRpKfiROUyUlJkEgfv163cuVpmC45gAm1T1UOGsSYXa7HLZJbvNJE0aRkbG9nhU.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8218049238046799330.post-7512559159363436610</id><published>2009-09-29T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T18:47:36.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 15px; font-family:arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;VOCÊ É/ESTÁ...?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Perfeito? Na maior parte do tempo, não.&lt;br /&gt;2.) Alto? As vezes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;neh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;3.) De &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pijamas&lt;/span&gt;? Sim.&lt;br /&gt;4.) Canhoto? Não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 15px; font-family:arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ÚLTIMO(A):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Pessoa que viu: Minha mãe indo pro quarto.&lt;br /&gt;2.) Pessoa que falou no telefone: Meu pai.&lt;br /&gt;3.) Pessoa que te escreveu algo: Nem lembro, acho que foi o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Krust&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;4.) Hoje foi melhor que ontem ou está tudo igual? Acho que a mesma coisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FAVORITOS:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Número: 2. Sei lá.&lt;br /&gt;2.) Cor: Preto e Rosa.&lt;br /&gt;3.) Fruta: Morangos, bananas e maçãs.&lt;br /&gt;4.) Lugar: Meu quarto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PERGUNTAS E RESPOSTAS:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Qual foi a primeira coisa que você fez hoje, quando acordou?&lt;br /&gt;R: Reclamei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Tem alguma coisa te incomodando ultimamente?&lt;br /&gt;R: Sempre tem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Qual o último filme que você viu?&lt;br /&gt;R: Nem lembro, faz tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Qual foi o último lugar que você foi?&lt;br /&gt;R: Faculdade,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P. Você ri muito?&lt;br /&gt;R: Acho que sim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Você faz pedidos para as estrelas?&lt;br /&gt;R: As vezes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Você é uma pessoa amigável?&lt;br /&gt;R: Depende da pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Onde você dormiu noite passada?&lt;br /&gt;R: Na minha casa -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Qual foi a última vez que você chorou?&lt;br /&gt;R: Ontem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Qual foi seu último pensamento antes de dormir ontem?&lt;br /&gt;R: Pensei na pessoa que ta me deixando doida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Avalie sua vida agora, sendo que 0 é horrível e 10 é demais&lt;br /&gt;R: Cinco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: O que você está escutando agora?&lt;br /&gt;R: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;In&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Club&lt;/span&gt; - 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;NE&lt;/span&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Alguma coisa te machuca agora?&lt;br /&gt;R: Dor nas pernas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Qual seu mês favorito?&lt;br /&gt;R: Os de férias, sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: O que fez ontem de noite?&lt;br /&gt;R: Fiquei no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;msn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;perturbando&lt;/span&gt; os outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;OITO EMOÇÕES:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Sente falta de alguém agora? Sim.&lt;br /&gt;2.) Está feliz? Mais ou Menos. Mais pra menos.&lt;br /&gt;3.) Está triste? Um pouco.&lt;br /&gt;4.) Está &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;entediado&lt;/span&gt;? Demais.&lt;br /&gt;6.) Está nervoso? Não muito.&lt;br /&gt;8.) Tá cansado? Demais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SOBRE VOCÊ:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;001.) Nome real: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Vc&lt;/span&gt; não precisa saber.&lt;br /&gt;002.) Apelido: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Vc&lt;/span&gt; não precisa saber. [2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(70, 130, 180); line-height: 15px; font-family:arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;003.) Cor dos olhos: Castanho escuro.&lt;br /&gt;004.) Signo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sagitário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;005.) Menino ou menina? Ambos.&lt;br /&gt;006.) Inteligente? Depende &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;neh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;007.) Cor do cabelo: Tentando ficar loira.&lt;br /&gt;008.) Altura: 164 cm.&lt;br /&gt;009.) Telefone ou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;câmera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Câmera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;010.) Bebida ou cigarro? Bebida.&lt;br /&gt;011.) Tatuagens: Logo.&lt;br /&gt;012.) Esquerda ou direita? Tanto faz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;FIRSTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;013.) Primeiro melhor amigo: Minha prima.&lt;br /&gt;014.) Primeira paixão: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Barbie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;015.) Primeiro bichinho de estimação: Nunca tive um.&lt;br /&gt;016.) Primeira GRANDE férias: Friburgo.&lt;br /&gt;017.) Comendo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Han&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;018.) Tomando: No cu.&lt;br /&gt;019.) Estou quase...: Indo dormir.&lt;br /&gt;020.) Planos pra hoje: Dormir.&lt;br /&gt;022.) Perdeu os óculo/lentes? Não, ainda bem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;neh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;023.) Já fugiu de casa? Nunca tive coragem.&lt;br /&gt;024.) Já partiu o coração de alguém? Já.&lt;br /&gt;025.) Já foi preso? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;, ainda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;VOCÊ ACREDITA EM:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;026.) Milagres? Depende.&lt;br /&gt;027.) Você mesmo? Acho que sim.&lt;br /&gt;028.) Paraíso? Muito relativo.&lt;br /&gt;029.) Papai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Noel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;? Acreditava &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;neh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;030.) Amor? Sim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;RESPONDA SINCERAMENTE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;031.) Você gosta de alguém? Gosto.&lt;br /&gt;032.) Acredita em Deus? No meu, sim.&lt;br /&gt;033.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Fotologs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;: -n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/8218049238046799330-7512559159363436610?l=une-fleur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://une-fleur.blogspot.com/feeds/7512559159363436610/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8218049238046799330&amp;postID=7512559159363436610' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218049238046799330/posts/default/7512559159363436610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218049238046799330/posts/default/7512559159363436610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://une-fleur.blogspot.com/2009/09/voce-eesta.html' title=''/><author><name>Yukari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10666949386891664571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0ao13GAh8U/SmaFC5ORPWI/AAAAAAAAACk/PErgktWsMjc/S220/OgAAAPv0DViYbxnz0bBwBYF30sB0-GbV__LcM2LApr2-bRpNHy2h4C0pSAbDQeRpKfiROUyUlJkEgfv163cuVpmC45gAm1T1UOGsSYXa7HLZJbvNJE0aRkbG9nhU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8218049238046799330.post-4825822666047150171</id><published>2009-08-06T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T20:49:14.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sabe Hachi,&lt;div&gt;quanto mais enxergo as coisas de longe mas certas elas parecem a mim. Longe de você, vejo que esta tudo errado. Sinto falta da sua companhia e de suas brincadeiras. Elas podiam parecer meio bobas naquela época, mas hoje vejo que sinto falta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nunca quis te limitar ou me impor sobre você, apenas queria que você não me visse como a pessoa fraca que sou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: -webkit-sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;ナナ&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/8218049238046799330-4825822666047150171?l=une-fleur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://une-fleur.blogspot.com/feeds/4825822666047150171/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8218049238046799330&amp;postID=4825822666047150171' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218049238046799330/posts/default/4825822666047150171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218049238046799330/posts/default/4825822666047150171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://une-fleur.blogspot.com/2009/08/sabe-hachi-quanto-mais-enxergo-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Yukari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10666949386891664571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0ao13GAh8U/SmaFC5ORPWI/AAAAAAAAACk/PErgktWsMjc/S220/OgAAAPv0DViYbxnz0bBwBYF30sB0-GbV__LcM2LApr2-bRpNHy2h4C0pSAbDQeRpKfiROUyUlJkEgfv163cuVpmC45gAm1T1UOGsSYXa7HLZJbvNJE0aRkbG9nhU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8218049238046799330.post-4766796415000645778</id><published>2009-06-11T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T15:20:07.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quero me casar</title><content type='html'>Quero me casar&lt;br /&gt;na noite na rua&lt;br /&gt;no mar ou no céu&lt;br /&gt;quero me casar.&lt;br /&gt;Procuro uma noiva&lt;br /&gt;loura morena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;preta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ou &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;azul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;uma noiva &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;verde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;uma noiva no ar&lt;br /&gt;como um passarinho.&lt;br /&gt;Depressa, que o amor&lt;br /&gt;não pode esperar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8218049238046799330-4766796415000645778?l=une-fleur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://une-fleur.blogspot.com/feeds/4766796415000645778/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8218049238046799330&amp;postID=4766796415000645778' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218049238046799330/posts/default/4766796415000645778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218049238046799330/posts/default/4766796415000645778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://une-fleur.blogspot.com/2009/06/quero-me-casar.html' title='Quero me casar'/><author><name>Yukari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10666949386891664571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0ao13GAh8U/SmaFC5ORPWI/AAAAAAAAACk/PErgktWsMjc/S220/OgAAAPv0DViYbxnz0bBwBYF30sB0-GbV__LcM2LApr2-bRpNHy2h4C0pSAbDQeRpKfiROUyUlJkEgfv163cuVpmC45gAm1T1UOGsSYXa7HLZJbvNJE0aRkbG9nhU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8218049238046799330.post-3755561886058570991</id><published>2009-05-31T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T16:40:31.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Meu pequeno super herói, você pode me ouvir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é um dia muito importante, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;neh&lt;/span&gt;? Acho que não devo mais chama-lo de pequeno, afinal você já é um homem.&lt;br /&gt;Como você está? Essa vida de super herói é realmente atribulada. As vezes me pergunto se você se esqueceu de mim. Eu, de fato, nunca esqueci.&lt;br /&gt;Aproveite seu dia e todos os outros, a vida não pára pra ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;Nada vai mudar, um dia nos encontraremos de novo e aí só o destino nos dirá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seja feliz, porque eu tambem serei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns, meu amor!&lt;br /&gt;~mata yume de aimashou~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8218049238046799330-3755561886058570991?l=une-fleur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://une-fleur.blogspot.com/feeds/3755561886058570991/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8218049238046799330&amp;postID=3755561886058570991' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218049238046799330/posts/default/3755561886058570991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218049238046799330/posts/default/3755561886058570991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://une-fleur.blogspot.com/2009/05/meu-pequeno-super-heroi-voce-pode-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Yukari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10666949386891664571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0ao13GAh8U/SmaFC5ORPWI/AAAAAAAAACk/PErgktWsMjc/S220/OgAAAPv0DViYbxnz0bBwBYF30sB0-GbV__LcM2LApr2-bRpNHy2h4C0pSAbDQeRpKfiROUyUlJkEgfv163cuVpmC45gAm1T1UOGsSYXa7HLZJbvNJE0aRkbG9nhU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8218049238046799330.post-7431526474456815422</id><published>2009-05-24T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T19:28:31.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hoje faz um ano que eu te conheci.&lt;br /&gt;Você lembra, não é? Eu não consigo esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;Um ano pode parecer muita coisa, mas as nossas vidas continuaram durante esse tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Você aí e eu aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Só eu sei como quero o nós aí ou o nós aqui.&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/8218049238046799330-7431526474456815422?l=une-fleur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://une-fleur.blogspot.com/feeds/7431526474456815422/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8218049238046799330&amp;postID=7431526474456815422' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218049238046799330/posts/default/7431526474456815422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218049238046799330/posts/default/7431526474456815422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://une-fleur.blogspot.com/2009/05/hoje-faz-um-ano-que-eu-te-conheci.html' title=''/><author><name>Yukari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10666949386891664571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0ao13GAh8U/SmaFC5ORPWI/AAAAAAAAACk/PErgktWsMjc/S220/OgAAAPv0DViYbxnz0bBwBYF30sB0-GbV__LcM2LApr2-bRpNHy2h4C0pSAbDQeRpKfiROUyUlJkEgfv163cuVpmC45gAm1T1UOGsSYXa7HLZJbvNJE0aRkbG9nhU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8218049238046799330.post-5419426498777946114</id><published>2009-04-22T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T23:16:06.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feliz dia de São Jorge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, quem nunca pegou um dragão?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: já é 23/04, esse fuso horario do blog que é louco.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8218049238046799330-5419426498777946114?l=une-fleur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://une-fleur.blogspot.com/feeds/5419426498777946114/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8218049238046799330&amp;postID=5419426498777946114' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218049238046799330/posts/default/5419426498777946114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218049238046799330/posts/default/5419426498777946114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://une-fleur.blogspot.com/2009/04/feliz-dia-de-sao-jorge.html' title=''/><author><name>Yukari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10666949386891664571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0ao13GAh8U/SmaFC5ORPWI/AAAAAAAAACk/PErgktWsMjc/S220/OgAAAPv0DViYbxnz0bBwBYF30sB0-GbV__LcM2LApr2-bRpNHy2h4C0pSAbDQeRpKfiROUyUlJkEgfv163cuVpmC45gAm1T1UOGsSYXa7HLZJbvNJE0aRkbG9nhU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8218049238046799330.post-2985238996809518798</id><published>2009-03-11T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:46:16.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Take me in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; arms just one more time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8218049238046799330-2985238996809518798?l=une-fleur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://une-fleur.blogspot.com/feeds/2985238996809518798/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8218049238046799330&amp;postID=2985238996809518798' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218049238046799330/posts/default/2985238996809518798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218049238046799330/posts/default/2985238996809518798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://une-fleur.blogspot.com/2009/03/take-me-in-your-arms-just-one-more-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Yukari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10666949386891664571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0ao13GAh8U/SmaFC5ORPWI/AAAAAAAAACk/PErgktWsMjc/S220/OgAAAPv0DViYbxnz0bBwBYF30sB0-GbV__LcM2LApr2-bRpNHy2h4C0pSAbDQeRpKfiROUyUlJkEgfv163cuVpmC45gAm1T1UOGsSYXa7HLZJbvNJE0aRkbG9nhU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8218049238046799330.post-270998529940881284</id><published>2009-03-04T15:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T20:05:12.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Encantadoras ou monótonas....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Não faz sentido dividir as pessoas em boas e más. Pessoas são apenas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;encantadoras ou monótonas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo diz que o orkut só mostra "sorte de hoje" idiotas. Mas aí ontem, me apareceu essa. E pela primeira vez teve tudo a ver.&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas encantadoras nem sempre são aquelas que vão nos fazer feliz. Elas são as que vão nos fazer sofrer. E também não são as mais bonitas. Por outro lado, são aquelas que vão nos fazer ter vontade de acordar pela manhã e sonhar a noite.&lt;br /&gt;Já as monótonas, estão por toda parte. São capazes de nos fazer felizes momentaneamente e nos fazer esquecer das encantadoras.&lt;br /&gt;Já estive com muitas pessoas monótonas que me fizeram felizes, e não me arrependo. Até ando pensando em uma ultimamente, por que acho que a usei pra esquecer uma outra que não se encaixa em nenhum dos dois perfis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta aí, algo que nunca ninguém vai entender: pessoas...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/8218049238046799330-270998529940881284?l=une-fleur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://une-fleur.blogspot.com/feeds/270998529940881284/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8218049238046799330&amp;postID=270998529940881284' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218049238046799330/posts/default/270998529940881284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218049238046799330/posts/default/270998529940881284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://une-fleur.blogspot.com/2009/03/encantadoras-ou-monotonas.html' title='Encantadoras ou monótonas....'/><author><name>Yukari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10666949386891664571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0ao13GAh8U/SmaFC5ORPWI/AAAAAAAAACk/PErgktWsMjc/S220/OgAAAPv0DViYbxnz0bBwBYF30sB0-GbV__LcM2LApr2-bRpNHy2h4C0pSAbDQeRpKfiROUyUlJkEgfv163cuVpmC45gAm1T1UOGsSYXa7HLZJbvNJE0aRkbG9nhU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8218049238046799330.post-7908247960736623043</id><published>2009-02-28T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T20:50:58.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preto, branco e vermelho</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Estava procurando uma carteira no armário quando achei um cartão de um ex namorado, que diz assim do lado de fora:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"De preto, a mulher fatal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De branco, uma donzela em perigo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou com isso na cabeça a dias. Semana passada, em um dos dias em que durmi na casa da minha prima, tive um sonho no qual eu estava com um vestido vermelho. Sonho no qual várias pessoas próximas a mim estavam presentes. Os detalhes não vem ao caso, e sim a cor. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Vermelha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não precisei pensar muito pra chegar a conclusão: "De vermelho, a mulher apaixonada."&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/8218049238046799330-7908247960736623043?l=une-fleur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://une-fleur.blogspot.com/feeds/7908247960736623043/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8218049238046799330&amp;postID=7908247960736623043' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218049238046799330/posts/default/7908247960736623043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218049238046799330/posts/default/7908247960736623043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://une-fleur.blogspot.com/2009/02/preto-branco-e-vermelho.html' title='Preto, branco e vermelho'/><author><name>Yukari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10666949386891664571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0ao13GAh8U/SmaFC5ORPWI/AAAAAAAAACk/PErgktWsMjc/S220/OgAAAPv0DViYbxnz0bBwBYF30sB0-GbV__LcM2LApr2-bRpNHy2h4C0pSAbDQeRpKfiROUyUlJkEgfv163cuVpmC45gAm1T1UOGsSYXa7HLZJbvNJE0aRkbG9nhU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8218049238046799330.post-7019034222937702568</id><published>2009-02-27T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T20:20:34.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ocupado...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fui ao &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shopping&lt;/span&gt; hoje com a intenção de ver &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Milk&lt;/span&gt;, mas acabou que não vi nada. Comi batata frita com &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pepsi&lt;/span&gt;. Eu nem gosto de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pepsi&lt;/span&gt; (só da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;twist&lt;/span&gt;), mas aquilo ali &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tava&lt;/span&gt; mais pra coca-cola. Tanto faz, tudo engorda e dá celulite mesmo. Enfim, não to aqui pra falar da diferença entre &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pepsi&lt;/span&gt; e coca-cola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu amo o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;status&lt;/span&gt; ocupado do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt;. Por que? Simplesmente porque eu odeio aquelas janelinhas irritantes ("fulano acabou de entrar"). No entanto, eu odeio quando alguém que eu quero chamar atenção está "ocupado." Não adianta sair e entrar porque ele não vai me ver e não é legal incomodar (no caso, falar) com pessoas que estejam realmente ocupadas (eu nunca sei quando o ocupado é verdadeiro ou falso). Portanto, ficar "ocupado" é um trava relacionamentos. Além disso, ainda tem aquela opção de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;desativar&lt;/span&gt; todos os alertas (incluindo as janelinhas). Aí &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;fudeu&lt;/span&gt; de vez. Ele só vai falar com você quando no seu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;subnick&lt;/span&gt; estiver algo do tipo: "Necessita-se de acompanhante em viagem para &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;NY&lt;/span&gt;, com tudo pago".  Ou quando ele quiser te "dar uns tratos", se é que você me entende.&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/8218049238046799330-7019034222937702568?l=une-fleur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://une-fleur.blogspot.com/feeds/7019034222937702568/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8218049238046799330&amp;postID=7019034222937702568' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218049238046799330/posts/default/7019034222937702568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218049238046799330/posts/default/7019034222937702568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://une-fleur.blogspot.com/2009/02/ocupado.html' title='Ocupado...'/><author><name>Yukari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10666949386891664571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0ao13GAh8U/SmaFC5ORPWI/AAAAAAAAACk/PErgktWsMjc/S220/OgAAAPv0DViYbxnz0bBwBYF30sB0-GbV__LcM2LApr2-bRpNHy2h4C0pSAbDQeRpKfiROUyUlJkEgfv163cuVpmC45gAm1T1UOGsSYXa7HLZJbvNJE0aRkbG9nhU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8218049238046799330.post-7758753491863410919</id><published>2009-02-26T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T20:18:04.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vale do Sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Apaguei todas as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;postagens&lt;/span&gt; do blog simplesmente por não gostar dos momentos em que as escrevi. Eu gosto dos meus textos, mas o momento que eu vivia na época que os escrevi não me agradam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durante esse tempo que não dava o ar da graça por aqui muitas coisas vieram a minha cabeça. Momentos da vida (de preferência da infância) que eu gosto muito. Jogando &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;video&lt;/span&gt;-game quarta na casa de uma amiga, me lembrei dos meus 9, 10, 11 anos, em que eu passava dias na casa da minha prima jogando &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;video&lt;/span&gt;-game com ela e os amigos do meu primo. Ou então de ficar brincando de subir naquele brinquedo verde da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pracinha&lt;/span&gt;, aquele no formato de meio círculo, sabe? Se vocês tiveram infância sabe do que eu to falando. Ou ficar na casa que era em cima da casa dos meus tios, era tipo uma casa na árvore pra gente. Lembro que era toda de madeira por dentro, muito linda. Sempre quis pra mim, mas hoje em dia já é separada da casa principal e inquilinos moram ali.&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de todos os problemas familiares que estão ocorrendo, eu gosto de ficar quantos dias forem na casa de meus primos. A única coisa que eu não gosto é tomar banho no banheiro dos outros. Eu amo meus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;shampoos&lt;/span&gt; e essas coisas de banho, é ridículo mas sou assim. De resto, tudo é perfeito. As lembranças, as companhias, a piscina (porque nesse calor vem a calhar), etc.&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/8218049238046799330-7758753491863410919?l=une-fleur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://une-fleur.blogspot.com/feeds/7758753491863410919/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8218049238046799330&amp;postID=7758753491863410919' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218049238046799330/posts/default/7758753491863410919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8218049238046799330/posts/default/7758753491863410919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://une-fleur.blogspot.com/2009/02/vale-do-sol.html' title='Vale do Sol'/><author><name>Yukari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10666949386891664571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0ao13GAh8U/SmaFC5ORPWI/AAAAAAAAACk/PErgktWsMjc/S220/OgAAAPv0DViYbxnz0bBwBYF30sB0-GbV__LcM2LApr2-bRpNHy2h4C0pSAbDQeRpKfiROUyUlJkEgfv163cuVpmC45gAm1T1UOGsSYXa7HLZJbvNJE0aRkbG9nhU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
