<?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-3688983463631045752</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:29:05.253-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Abbie Maligno</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbycamargo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688983463631045752/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbycamargo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519797360716979953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKG2HpTjAIg/Sk-SV_U9FlI/AAAAAAAAAHs/GKC9KjDXWA4/S220/1zo7psx.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688983463631045752.post-7856940119403220358</id><published>2010-05-09T21:32:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T23:23:03.060-03:00</updated><title type='text'>é o amor que mexe com a minha cabeça e me deixa assim (8)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tinha esquecido a senha do blog que vergonha&lt;br /&gt;bom  to um bom tempo se vir aqui, então preciso contar as novidades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu coelho é uma coelha ._. isso mermo, o nome é Snow/Snowzinha mas ninguem consegue chamar ela pra ela vir perto ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma das coisas que eu mais queria eu consegui *--*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No feriado de tiradentes eu fui visitar minha familia .Adivinha onde?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO RIO *-* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aproveitei e chamei uma pessoa. Quem? :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MEU NAMORADO *-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficamos juntos de quarta a sabado, ele dormiu na casa da minha tia *---*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca mais vou esquecer do primeiro abraço e do primeiro beijo *³* se bem que não esqueço de nenhum beijo nosso, nem abraço, nem mordida, nem os tapas que eu dei nele rs/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu eu não consigo escrever mais nada, to brizando lembrando das coisas que fizemos, ainda mais com ele falando coisas lindas no skype *0*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fico me segurando pra não chorar enquanto ele me ve na webcam DD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWN COMO EU AMO ELE *---*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;#Nowplaying - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Beautiful- Christina Aguilera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/3688983463631045752-7856940119403220358?l=abbycamargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbycamargo.blogspot.com/feeds/7856940119403220358/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abbycamargo.blogspot.com/2010/05/e-o-amor-que-mexe-com-minha-cabeca-e-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688983463631045752/posts/default/7856940119403220358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688983463631045752/posts/default/7856940119403220358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbycamargo.blogspot.com/2010/05/e-o-amor-que-mexe-com-minha-cabeca-e-me.html' title='é o amor que mexe com a minha cabeça e me deixa assim (8)'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519797360716979953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKG2HpTjAIg/Sk-SV_U9FlI/AAAAAAAAAHs/GKC9KjDXWA4/S220/1zo7psx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688983463631045752.post-37297555660402921</id><published>2010-03-26T23:18:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T23:28:46.654-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lenta mil</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;To lenta, to sem o que escrever aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Vou falar do meu dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Depilei meus amigos com fita isolante.. isso serve '-' e é mais barato que cera ÇLASDLKDASAÇLKSDAÇLKDAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Comi horrores de barrinha de cereais no intervalo *----* não vou ser mais obesinha -QQ  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Ouvi uma crise de ciumes do meu namorado, cara.. ele é tão lindinho quando demonstra os ciumes.. não brigando comigo mas sabe.. quando eu to ouvindo eu fico em extase, me sinto tão "especial"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Me arrependo de ficar com o meu orgulho a flor da pele, a maioria das coisas que ele tenta fazer pra mim eu nego. Depois.. quando ele não quiser fazer mas nada, nem dar uma flor a culpa vai ser toda minha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;E depoois, quando eu nego. Me arrependo por ter dito não, eu voltaria no tempo e diria sim pra tudo que ele pediu pra mim SDAÇLKÇDSALDSAKDSALDAK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;AAH mas o importante é ele saber que eu amo ele, não importa se eu nego as coisas que ele fala ou se aceito (L) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;#nowplaying:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;O último romântico- Lulu Santos&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/3688983463631045752-37297555660402921?l=abbycamargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbycamargo.blogspot.com/feeds/37297555660402921/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abbycamargo.blogspot.com/2010/03/lenta-mil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688983463631045752/posts/default/37297555660402921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688983463631045752/posts/default/37297555660402921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbycamargo.blogspot.com/2010/03/lenta-mil.html' title='Lenta mil'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519797360716979953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKG2HpTjAIg/Sk-SV_U9FlI/AAAAAAAAAHs/GKC9KjDXWA4/S220/1zo7psx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688983463631045752.post-8931862756643841077</id><published>2010-03-25T19:40:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T20:52:13.179-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ALO VOSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;É,fiquei desde domingo sem postar por preguiça u_u admito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;O que que teve de bom desde domingo? *pensa*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;médico, escola, dormir, net, dormir... quase nada de bom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;MAS HOJE *u*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;GANHEI MEU TÃO SONHADO COELINHO ANÃO ANGORÁ  *u* Foi assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Estava planejado a 2 semanas com a bibliotecaria da minha escola ( = tia do meu melhor amigo/irmãozinho) ou ter um branquinho, ou um pretinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Como meus cachorros são pretinhos preferi o branquinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Hoje to eu no corredor indo no intervalo ver chega meu amigo correndo dizendo que meu filho tava querendo a mãe *u* sai correndo pra ver meu tchuchuquinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Ele é tão pequenininho, peludinho *u* quando eu parar com a preguiça eu posto a primeira foto que eu tirei dele *---* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Coloquei o nome de Cacá independentemente do sexo (sim, ainda não sei) por causa do meu namorado.. sinto que vou apanhar porque coloquei o nome dele D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;E pra ajudar o meu dia mais gato da semana, recebi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; declaração mais linda que alguem  já pode receber. Meu ego nunca subiu tanto como agora *U*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Eu também não sei o que escrever to em estado alpha ainda com a declaração *--* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;O que eu posso dizer? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Kurt meu bebe, não tenho palavras pra expressar o que eu estou sentindo nesse momento. Não sei se choro, não sei se tento fazer uma declaração que tente chegar ao nível da tua. Só tenho certeza que eu te amo cada dia mais e mais"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688983463631045752-8931862756643841077?l=abbycamargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbycamargo.blogspot.com/feeds/8931862756643841077/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abbycamargo.blogspot.com/2010/03/alo-vose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688983463631045752/posts/default/8931862756643841077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688983463631045752/posts/default/8931862756643841077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbycamargo.blogspot.com/2010/03/alo-vose.html' title='ALO VOSE'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519797360716979953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKG2HpTjAIg/Sk-SV_U9FlI/AAAAAAAAAHs/GKC9KjDXWA4/S220/1zo7psx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688983463631045752.post-8099954661907248214</id><published>2010-03-21T23:41:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T23:50:05.315-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Estou com vontade de</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Ter meu namorado ao meu lado (L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Ter dinheiro $_$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Comer hershey's  :B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Terminar de pagar meu celular D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Comprar roupas novas (H)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Ter minha camera logo *-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Ter o apoio da minha familia pra qualquer coisa (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Passar na faculdade de fotografia (YN)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Sair de casa logo (R)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Trabalhar num lugar bom ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Me casar xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Ter filhos (5 no maximo) (6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Morrer bem velhinha e dormindo  x_x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;#Nowplaying: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Lady Gaga- I like it rough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688983463631045752-8099954661907248214?l=abbycamargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbycamargo.blogspot.com/feeds/8099954661907248214/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abbycamargo.blogspot.com/2010/03/estou-com-vontade-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688983463631045752/posts/default/8099954661907248214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688983463631045752/posts/default/8099954661907248214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbycamargo.blogspot.com/2010/03/estou-com-vontade-de.html' title='Estou com vontade de'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519797360716979953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKG2HpTjAIg/Sk-SV_U9FlI/AAAAAAAAAHs/GKC9KjDXWA4/S220/1zo7psx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688983463631045752.post-6338721318182377589</id><published>2010-03-20T15:22:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T15:28:13.570-03:00</updated><title type='text'>POST SEM NEXO eeeee *u*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;To na casa da Brubs pra ir pro aniversario do off do meu filho Anthony a noite *u*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;To com o celular da mãe off pra ficar mandando sms pro meu namorado DSASADSADKDSA ele vai me matar se souber que entrei na net -s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;DD: mas é a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E eu não sei o que postar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;#nowplaying:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phil Collins- You'll be in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688983463631045752-6338721318182377589?l=abbycamargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbycamargo.blogspot.com/feeds/6338721318182377589/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abbycamargo.blogspot.com/2010/03/post-sem-nexo-eeeee-u.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688983463631045752/posts/default/6338721318182377589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688983463631045752/posts/default/6338721318182377589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbycamargo.blogspot.com/2010/03/post-sem-nexo-eeeee-u.html' title='POST SEM NEXO eeeee *u*'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519797360716979953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKG2HpTjAIg/Sk-SV_U9FlI/AAAAAAAAAHs/GKC9KjDXWA4/S220/1zo7psx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688983463631045752.post-4304692030396533319</id><published>2010-03-19T15:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T16:15:55.849-03:00</updated><title type='text'>futuro \o/</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Descobri que estou de castigo até meu aniversário (3 meses) MAOE D: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;O pior:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;meu namorado ouviu toda a briga porque eu tava com o microfone ligado no messenger --'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;    Mas tem um lado bom:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;uem paga a net é minha cunhada e ela deixa eu usar \o/ mas mermo assim não quero arrumar encrenca ta ligad'z? Já to com a cabeça cheia com esse povo daqui u_u bom que eu vou embora dessa casa no fim do ano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abbiezinha tu planeja seu futuro amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;CLAAAAAAAAAAARO que planejo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;    Ganhar minha aliança em Junho     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;     Comprar minha camera reflex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;     Arranjar dinheiro pros vestibulares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;     Prestar pra Senac de São José dos Campos na área de fotografia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;     Prestar pra qualquer uma perto da minha casa e não ir bem na prova MHUAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  Se passar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Implorar de joelhos e chorar no telefone pra mãe da minha amiga deixar morar com ela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Se ela deixar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;     Ir pra Caçapava morar com uma amiga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;     Trabalhar na loja do meu namorado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Se a mãe da minha amiga não deixar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;     Ir pra São José dos Campos e morar com meu namorado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;       Trabalhar na loja do mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Já estou de dedos cruzados pra que tudo de certo nessa minha caminhada até e durante a minha morada em São José dos Campos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se nada der certo em São José dos Campos viro hetero&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-QQQ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ASDÇKSDAÇKLKSADKL TORINDO não é bem assim vai D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;pensamento positivo sempre *piscadinha*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;#nowplaying:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Lady Gaga- Paparazzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688983463631045752-4304692030396533319?l=abbycamargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbycamargo.blogspot.com/feeds/4304692030396533319/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abbycamargo.blogspot.com/2010/03/futuro-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688983463631045752/posts/default/4304692030396533319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688983463631045752/posts/default/4304692030396533319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbycamargo.blogspot.com/2010/03/futuro-o.html' title='futuro \o/'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519797360716979953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKG2HpTjAIg/Sk-SV_U9FlI/AAAAAAAAAHs/GKC9KjDXWA4/S220/1zo7psx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688983463631045752.post-5961791527828397074</id><published>2010-03-18T16:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T20:50:43.033-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Fazia meses que eu não via "A7X live in the LBC"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Já que to vendo o DVD deles esses post sera do Avenged hm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Avenged Favorito: Já gostei de todos eles. Do Zacky por causa daquele sorriso, e ele toca pra caramba. Do Matt por causa daquela voz, do Jimmy porque era E SEMPRE SERÁ o melhor baterista que já existiu. Do Johnny porque é puro rock'n roll, bebe horrores até cair no chão KKK Do Brian porque ele tem muito estilo, canta bem e é o melhor solista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Um dia vou ser que nem ele e o Zacky, mas ta dificil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Melhor Musica: sei la depende do meu estado de espirito (?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Quando feliz ouço: Beast and the Harlot e Bat Country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Quando triste ouço: Seize the Day, Gunslinger e Dear God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Quando estou normal ouço: Todas as musicas hm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Bom já que ainda to vendo o DVD enquanto escrevo o post do dia eu vou contar as partes que eu mais gosto e menos gosto *u*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKG2HpTjAIg/S6KJ6eXwmUI/AAAAAAAAANw/RaRBV0-TWOM/s1600-h/DeathBat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 101px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKG2HpTjAIg/S6KJ6eXwmUI/AAAAAAAAANw/RaRBV0-TWOM/s200/DeathBat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450070136749857090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Matt tocando órgão no começo de "Critical Acclaim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Brian errando seu "solo de apresentação" em "Second Heartbeat" o mais lindinho é a carinha dele quando erra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;A voz do Gates e do ZV cantando e solando "Afterlife" até arrepia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Matt imitando tiros  *u*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;O "deemons" do Zachary me seduz demais ♥_♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(8)Scream, Scream, Scream the way you would if I ravaged your body ODEIO as minazinha sem corpo dançando atras u_u o DVD não é Domingão do Faustão pra elas dançarem sem ritmo LASDKÇDA~SLKASD~LÇASD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Choro de rir com as calcinhas e sutians jogados nos Avengeds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Johnny cantando Seize The Day *u* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(8) I'd do anything for a smile, holding you 'til our time is done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Quando o Brian sola da vontade de chorar DD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(8) So, what if I never hold you, or kiss you lips again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;So I never want to leave you and the memories for us to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;  I beg don't leave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'M NOT FUCKIN INSANE (L) - Matt gritando com o povo loko D: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Matt super ninja pega o boné do carinha no ar ~DASLKSDAL~KSDA~LÇKSÇDALK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Brian da um tapinha lindo na busanfa do Zacky *---* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Cause I really always knew that my little crime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;  would be cold that's why I got a heater for your thighs (8) Brian batendo nas coxas e uma punhetenha *u* morri SAÇDLKSDALÇ~KSADLÇKSADLK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"Do you take this man in death for the rest of your unnatural life? (8) " *uuu* I DO (r) qq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Chega de post SDÇALKDSALKÇ~SADLDASKLSD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;#nowplaying Beast the Harlot- Avenged Sevenfold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688983463631045752-5961791527828397074?l=abbycamargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbycamargo.blogspot.com/feeds/5961791527828397074/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abbycamargo.blogspot.com/2010/03/fazia-meses-que-eu-nao-via-a7x-live-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688983463631045752/posts/default/5961791527828397074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688983463631045752/posts/default/5961791527828397074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbycamargo.blogspot.com/2010/03/fazia-meses-que-eu-nao-via-a7x-live-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519797360716979953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKG2HpTjAIg/Sk-SV_U9FlI/AAAAAAAAAHs/GKC9KjDXWA4/S220/1zo7psx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKG2HpTjAIg/S6KJ6eXwmUI/AAAAAAAAANw/RaRBV0-TWOM/s72-c/DeathBat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688983463631045752.post-6461072769337299637</id><published>2010-03-17T18:41:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T19:35:31.605-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Ta, agora o post de hoje LDKSLASD~LKÇ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Finalmente assisti &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"O Morro Dos Ventos Uivantes"&lt;/span&gt; é tão lindo esse filme &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MKG2HpTjAIg/S6FM1xmSt4I/AAAAAAAAAM4/M0tH2YDjD44/s1600-h/www.MessenTools.com-anime-besos-corazon.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MKG2HpTjAIg/S6FM1xmSt4I/AAAAAAAAAM4/M0tH2YDjD44/s320/www.MessenTools.com-anime-besos-corazon.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449721510825736066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Pra ajudar comi mais uma barra de hershey's só que da grande sakas? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;OBESIDADE A CAMINHOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKG2HpTjAIg/S6FM4EgKZUI/AAAAAAAAANI/Ni69JnDzUYU/s1600-h/www.MessenTools.com-anime-llorando.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKG2HpTjAIg/S6FM4EgKZUI/AAAAAAAAANI/Ni69JnDzUYU/s320/www.MessenTools.com-anime-llorando.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449721550260036930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;eeeee  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;descobri que a Anna já voltou da viagem escolar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;e  o  Kurt entrou no msn *u* só não sei quando entra de novo *chora*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKG2HpTjAIg/S6FM27d_COI/AAAAAAAAANA/G-HAYqBs5dw/s1600-h/www.MessenTools.com-anime-griton.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKG2HpTjAIg/S6FM27d_COI/AAAAAAAAANA/G-HAYqBs5dw/s320/www.MessenTools.com-anime-griton.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449721530655115490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt; eu quase tive outro piripaque quando ele entrou, ele quer ficar viuvo antes da hora só pode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Então, terminei o post, agora vou encher MAIS o saco da Anninha e do Carlinhos (x.x se ele ler que chamei  ele assim vou morrer D:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;#nowplaying&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Ainda é Cedo- Legião Urbana&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/3688983463631045752-6461072769337299637?l=abbycamargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbycamargo.blogspot.com/feeds/6461072769337299637/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abbycamargo.blogspot.com/2010/03/ta-agora-o-post-de-hoje-ldkslasdlkc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688983463631045752/posts/default/6461072769337299637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688983463631045752/posts/default/6461072769337299637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbycamargo.blogspot.com/2010/03/ta-agora-o-post-de-hoje-ldkslasdlkc.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519797360716979953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKG2HpTjAIg/Sk-SV_U9FlI/AAAAAAAAAHs/GKC9KjDXWA4/S220/1zo7psx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MKG2HpTjAIg/S6FM1xmSt4I/AAAAAAAAAM4/M0tH2YDjD44/s72-c/www.MessenTools.com-anime-besos-corazon.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688983463631045752.post-1875058787258617629</id><published>2010-03-17T18:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T18:40:31.453-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;16 de março, a tarde/noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;     Tentei assistir &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"O Morro Dos Ventos Uivantes", &lt;/span&gt;dormi antes dos 30 minutos de filme &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MKG2HpTjAIg/S6FGhQikoTI/AAAAAAAAAMY/TV7i-hQy7qA/s1600-h/www.MessenTools.com-anime-griton.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MKG2HpTjAIg/S6FGhQikoTI/AAAAAAAAAMY/TV7i-hQy7qA/s320/www.MessenTools.com-anime-griton.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449714561284612402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;     Sonhei com meu aniversário, parece que vai demorar mais tempo do que parece. Mas só falta 3 meses. Até lá posso morrer   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MKG2HpTjAIg/S6FHdj9VN2I/AAAAAAAAAMw/LHZfMJ7elWc/s1600-h/%27i%27m+dead%27+onion+head.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MKG2HpTjAIg/S6FHdj9VN2I/AAAAAAAAAMw/LHZfMJ7elWc/s320/%27i%27m+dead%27+onion+head.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449715597289273186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt; -qiso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;ÇSADÇKSAÇKLÇDSAÇ ta não é bem assim vai, não posso morrer sem estar ao lado do meu namorado U_U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;     Voltando... estava tão depre ouvindo "flashback" que comi duas barras de hershey's brincando. Se eu continuar assim em junho vou estar uma bolinha e em dezembro vou estar obesa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MKG2HpTjAIg/S6FGh3BWs_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/wEYEpWublF8/s1600-h/www.MessenTools.com-anime-llorando.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MKG2HpTjAIg/S6FGh3BWs_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/wEYEpWublF8/s320/www.MessenTools.com-anime-llorando.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449714571614270450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;ÇLASKDLDSA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;poxa, perdi a noção do tempo escrevendo isso, deve ser pralá de 11 da noite hm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Eu pintei a unha e lembrei da Anna (não me pergunte porque) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;     #nowplaying  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Eduardo e Monica- Legião Urbana&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/3688983463631045752-1875058787258617629?l=abbycamargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbycamargo.blogspot.com/feeds/1875058787258617629/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abbycamargo.blogspot.com/2010/03/16-de-marco-tardenoite-tentei-assistir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688983463631045752/posts/default/1875058787258617629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688983463631045752/posts/default/1875058787258617629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbycamargo.blogspot.com/2010/03/16-de-marco-tardenoite-tentei-assistir.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519797360716979953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKG2HpTjAIg/Sk-SV_U9FlI/AAAAAAAAAHs/GKC9KjDXWA4/S220/1zo7psx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MKG2HpTjAIg/S6FGhQikoTI/AAAAAAAAAMY/TV7i-hQy7qA/s72-c/www.MessenTools.com-anime-griton.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688983463631045752.post-291749385907147615</id><published>2010-03-16T15:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T15:43:34.884-03:00</updated><title type='text'>DD:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;            &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   A não...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                paaara meu D: fiquei feliz de idiota!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Ontem me despedi do meu namorado :/ chorei horrores, soluçei horrores, fiquei  com o nariz intopido horrores também &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKG2HpTjAIg/S5_KxzVBzYI/AAAAAAAAALY/LPXei-LEZMw/s1600-h/012786882.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKG2HpTjAIg/S5_KxzVBzYI/AAAAAAAAALY/LPXei-LEZMw/s320/012786882.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449297031082397058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Nunca mais falo no microfone enquanto estiver  chorando.Quando mais você pensa que a outra pessoa está bem, ela está tão ruim quanto você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;                                                                                                           "Nós vamos sair dessa amor"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                         &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Eu sei que nós vamos meu amor, e no final acabaremos juntos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MKG2HpTjAIg/S5_N-xqObvI/AAAAAAAAALo/vffHD5jfZBA/s1600-h/love2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MKG2HpTjAIg/S5_N-xqObvI/AAAAAAAAALo/vffHD5jfZBA/s320/love2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449300552507617010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Acho que vou fazer do blog um diário; um diário do tempo que fiquei longe do meu namorado.Quem sabe ele entre qualquer dia aqui e veja né? Acho que só assim consigo pedir desculpas por ter sido fria. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKG2HpTjAIg/S5_M0PLCkrI/AAAAAAAAALg/56Ie8MdJavw/s1600-h/FRIO.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKG2HpTjAIg/S5_M0PLCkrI/AAAAAAAAALg/56Ie8MdJavw/s320/FRIO.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449299271939691186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Achei tão lindo, e foi a hora que eu mais chorei, quando ele me disse que durante os dois dias que eu não entrei no msn porque fui trabalhar ele deixou a minha janela do messenger aberta esperando eu entrar *u*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;                        Eu te amo meu maligno (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;#nowplaying&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Palpite- Vanessa Rangel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tô com saudade de você,do nosso banho de chuva&lt;br /&gt;Do calor na minha pele, da língua tua&lt;br /&gt;Tô com saudade de você censurando o meu vestido&lt;br /&gt;As juras de amor ao pé do ouvido&lt;br /&gt;Truque do desejo&lt;br /&gt;Guardo na boca o gosto do beijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu sinto a falta de você m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;e sinto só&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aí! Será que você volta?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo à minha volta é triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;E aí! O amor pode acontecer, de novo pra você&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palpite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKG2HpTjAIg/S5_Q7Y_tMBI/AAAAAAAAAMA/i3d0TxLEumE/s1600-h/love.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MKG2HpTjAIg/S5_Q7Y_tMBI/AAAAAAAAAMA/i3d0TxLEumE/s320/love.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449303792882102290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688983463631045752-291749385907147615?l=abbycamargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbycamargo.blogspot.com/feeds/291749385907147615/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abbycamargo.blogspot.com/2010/03/dd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688983463631045752/posts/default/291749385907147615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688983463631045752/posts/default/291749385907147615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbycamargo.blogspot.com/2010/03/dd.html' title='DD:'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519797360716979953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKG2HpTjAIg/Sk-SV_U9FlI/AAAAAAAAAHs/GKC9KjDXWA4/S220/1zo7psx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKG2HpTjAIg/S5_KxzVBzYI/AAAAAAAAALY/LPXei-LEZMw/s72-c/012786882.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688983463631045752.post-8478421722002764896</id><published>2010-03-15T22:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T18:57:01.832-03:00</updated><title type='text'>WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Eu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;entrei super na bad na net pra ver uns treco loko do Sodexo pra minha CUnhada off --'&lt;br /&gt;Ai dei de lok e entrei no msn pra ver se tinha alguem de interessante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                                                     E QUEM TAVA ONLINE NA HORA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                               quase morri ta ligado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_bR9fY4BRWbk/S5IK6UzVEeI/AAAAAAAAAT4/dJduZGTzboA/sustinho%20do%20amigo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 227px;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_bR9fY4BRWbk/S5IK6UzVEeI/AAAAAAAAAT4/dJduZGTzboA/sustinho%20do%20amigo.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                           SIM AMICS MEU NAMORADO DAS~ÇLDSAKÇDSAÇKDSALK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mentira não foi tanto assim, nem foi susto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu fiquei babando horrores porque ele entrou, ainda mais porque ele ta fazendo um site pra mim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MKG2HpTjAIg/S56qBZKmGHI/AAAAAAAAALE/RXXbLgTdmrE/s400/012787339.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_MKG2HpTjAIg/S56qBZKmGHI/AAAAAAAAALE/RXXbLgTdmrE/s400/012787339.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mas não vou abandonar essa bostica aqui não, graças a Nay porque me encheu o saco *u*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;#nowlistening&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Livin' In La Vida Loca- Ricky Martin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&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/3688983463631045752-8478421722002764896?l=abbycamargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbycamargo.blogspot.com/feeds/8478421722002764896/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abbycamargo.blogspot.com/2010/03/eu-entrei-super-na-bad-na-net-pra-ver.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688983463631045752/posts/default/8478421722002764896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688983463631045752/posts/default/8478421722002764896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbycamargo.blogspot.com/2010/03/eu-entrei-super-na-bad-na-net-pra-ver.html' title='WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519797360716979953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKG2HpTjAIg/Sk-SV_U9FlI/AAAAAAAAAHs/GKC9KjDXWA4/S220/1zo7psx.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_bR9fY4BRWbk/S5IK6UzVEeI/AAAAAAAAAT4/dJduZGTzboA/s72-c/sustinho%20do%20amigo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688983463631045752.post-452947404521102103</id><published>2010-03-14T18:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T18:41:01.078-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Er.</title><content type='html'>nunca mais entrei aqui [/e dai&lt;br /&gt;eu fazia cada texto bonitinho quando entrava aqui da vontade de voltar com esse blog, ou fazer outro sei la. um que eu fale de todo mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bom, vamos voltar ao primeiro dia de 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeira musica ouvida: Paparazzi- Lady Gaga&lt;br /&gt;primeiro chingamento: Porra to sem net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde o começo do ano minha vida ficou que nem uma montanha russa, não só a on como a off&lt;br /&gt;por mim ela seguiria em linha reta, mas não posso mandar no meu coração *momento gay/emo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabei de descobrir que meu namorado vai ficar um bom tempo sem entrar, capaz de ver ele só no final do ano, quando ele for sair do Rio pra morar aqui em São Paulo&lt;br /&gt;Ele não vai ver nossos filhos nascerem [/sim, estou gravida de gemeos. Claire Kurty e Anthony Karl] muito menos crescerem. E isso me deixa muito triste mas não posso fazer nada. Mesmo que podesse, a vida é dele não minha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que vou ficar pior durante esse tempo longe dele, a primeira folha do meu fichario off é uma declaração que ele mandou pra mim no orkut D: Só não sei se vou conseguir olhar aquela folha de novo e fingir que tudo está bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"volta, sinto tanto sua falta. Nos meus braços eu guardo teus abraços só pra te esperar&lt;br /&gt;VOU TE ESPERAR"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Não quero escrever mais nada também. broxei,net caiu 234.643.235 vezes enquando escrevia isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688983463631045752-452947404521102103?l=abbycamargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbycamargo.blogspot.com/feeds/452947404521102103/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abbycamargo.blogspot.com/2010/03/er.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688983463631045752/posts/default/452947404521102103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688983463631045752/posts/default/452947404521102103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbycamargo.blogspot.com/2010/03/er.html' title='Er.'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519797360716979953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKG2HpTjAIg/Sk-SV_U9FlI/AAAAAAAAAHs/GKC9KjDXWA4/S220/1zo7psx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688983463631045752.post-2998172504054156288</id><published>2009-08-21T13:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T14:02:13.664-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu voltei... agora pra ficar (8) -t</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sim sim eu sumi do blog ¬¬' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;porque? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;porque ninguem comenta nem lê essa merda oras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Durante esse tempo fora eu terminei com o Chuck pra namorar meu melhor amigo o Fortão.Só que esse namoro durou 4 dias ._. bom não me arrependo de ter beijando o Forte, mas me arrependo de não ter calado a boca quando ele começou a brigar comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;O off do Forte me ligou duas vezes, mas cara... ele me irrita, ele é do rio e liga pra mim só pra perguntar se eu to bem e desliga. 1 minuto é o máximo, até com a minha amiga que eu converso todos os dias na escola eu demoro 18 vezes mais .-. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Queria ter coragem de falar isso pra ele, mas sou muito cagona, aff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Quem podia me ligar mesmo é o off do Matt *0* queria ouvir a voz dele *faz bico* pra saber se é linda que nem ele &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Falando no Matt *--* ontem fez 4 meses que nos conhecemos *-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;TE AMO MARIDO *---*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bem voltando... comecei a fazer aula de violão *o* meu sonho, aprendi a tocar Imagine do John Lennon e agora não paro de tocar a mesma musica, minha mãe ta ficando maluca kkkkkk'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;To aprendendo Segredos do Frejat *-* letra linda pode falar (L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Agora a parte ruim: ontem rolou show do Fresno, Hevo, Fake Number e Replace no centro da minha cidade. Show da metropolitana. eu não pude ir D: mas também se eu fosse eu seria esmagada .-.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bom é isso, isso aqui ta grande e to querendo da atenção pro off do Matt no msn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Beijos sabor queijo (L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688983463631045752-2998172504054156288?l=abbycamargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbycamargo.blogspot.com/feeds/2998172504054156288/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abbycamargo.blogspot.com/2009/08/sim-sim-eu-sumi-do-blog-porque-porque.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688983463631045752/posts/default/2998172504054156288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688983463631045752/posts/default/2998172504054156288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbycamargo.blogspot.com/2009/08/sim-sim-eu-sumi-do-blog-porque-porque.html' title='Eu voltei... agora pra ficar (8) -t'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519797360716979953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKG2HpTjAIg/Sk-SV_U9FlI/AAAAAAAAAHs/GKC9KjDXWA4/S220/1zo7psx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688983463631045752.post-6413150506332507823</id><published>2009-07-07T12:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T13:18:07.392-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ADEUS MICHAEL (f)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Caaaaara, é hoje. ç.ç&lt;br /&gt;Hoje que nos despediremos do incrível Michael Jackson que encantou e encanta multidoes. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARA QUANDO MORRER QUERO SER INTERRADA EM FOREST LAWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tipo pra mim ele não é só o rei do pop. Ele que revolucionou o jeito de fazer video clipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARA, eu tenho 16 anos e to parecendo critica musical COMOFAS? O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu to vendo no Globo News o Adeus ao Micheal. O chupa cabra digo digo...  o Thur gatinho sensual que passou pra mim o link maaas como eu sou chique nu urrtimo eu to vendo na teve mesmo (h)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É então é isso. vim aqui prestar homenagem pra ele no meu blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Ae Thur eu disse que ia falar de voce aqui paixão?? (8) Eu sou o chupa cabra HOHOHOHOHO -qq. Te amo preto sujo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/3688983463631045752-6413150506332507823?l=abbycamargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbycamargo.blogspot.com/feeds/6413150506332507823/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abbycamargo.blogspot.com/2009/07/adeus-michael-f.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688983463631045752/posts/default/6413150506332507823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688983463631045752/posts/default/6413150506332507823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbycamargo.blogspot.com/2009/07/adeus-michael-f.html' title='ADEUS MICHAEL (f)'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519797360716979953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKG2HpTjAIg/Sk-SV_U9FlI/AAAAAAAAAHs/GKC9KjDXWA4/S220/1zo7psx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688983463631045752.post-6726108971364293421</id><published>2009-07-06T13:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T13:28:06.436-03:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S NOT OVER *cry*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Ai ai. terminei o 1º dia de provas \õ/ amanhã não tem aula mas de qualquer jeito vou ter que estudar ¬¬'  porque quarta feira tem mais provas *FFUU*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hoje na escola eu cantei I will survive enquanto ensaiava pra peça. Falei com a Cath e com a Emilly sobre o Tio Marcio *O*, o ginasta do Juventude (local onde eu vou fazer aula de violão -*). Eu fiquei com crise de riso por causa da macaca de sunga azul calcinha da Emilly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAMÃE NOT SEI O QUE ESCREVER AQUI NOVAMENTE COMOFAS MENINE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;AAh, então. ontem foi uns dos dias mais kawai da minha vida. Meu namorado voltou e estamos juntos novamente, nunca mais quero ficar longe dele. A gente ficou apenas 1 semana sem se falar mas parecia um mês. Tô super feliz agora cara. Acho que a ultima vez que eu fiquei feliz assim foi quando a Miss começou a namorar depois de... meses? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;AI GENTEM EMOCIONEI *cry* DIGAMOS QUE ME DECLAREI EM PLENO BLOG *____*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;PS: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;CHUCK KLEIN WESTWICK EU TE AMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ps²: eu fiz esse post na escola por isso ta pequeno *pisco*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688983463631045752-6726108971364293421?l=abbycamargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbycamargo.blogspot.com/feeds/6726108971364293421/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abbycamargo.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-not-over-cry.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688983463631045752/posts/default/6726108971364293421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688983463631045752/posts/default/6726108971364293421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbycamargo.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-not-over-cry.html' title='IT&apos;S NOT OVER *cry*'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519797360716979953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKG2HpTjAIg/Sk-SV_U9FlI/AAAAAAAAAHs/GKC9KjDXWA4/S220/1zo7psx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688983463631045752.post-3673510127796155474</id><published>2009-07-05T13:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T13:41:29.108-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Provas, provas e mais provas ._.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MERDA!&lt;/span&gt; amanha vou ter um dia inteiro de provas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRA QUE EXISTE ISSO?&lt;/span&gt; ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Tem professores que falam que é pra saber o quanto que o aluno aprendeu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;E aquele SARESP? Tenho sorte de não precisar fazer isso \o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Que falam que é pra saber como o professor ensina ae se o aluno aprendeu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;PRIMEIRO: pra que saber se temos banheiro em casa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;SEGUNDO:provas provas e mais provas ek ek. Se o homem que inventou isso não estivesse morto eu o matava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;TERCEIRO: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PORQUE AS PESSOAS TEM O CHAMADO "BRANCO" NA HORA DA PROVA??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Eu não consigo estudar Matemática, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FATÃO&lt;/span&gt;. Já disse pra minha professora que não vou cursar exatas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Tenho sorte de ter um amigo aqui no fake que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ADOOORA&lt;/span&gt; matemática (não vou falar quem é u.u) e ele disse que me ajudaria nessa bostica de matéria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALGUEM QUE PRECISE DE AULAS DE INGLES POR FAVOR ENTRAR EM CONTATO COMIGO PELO ORKUT&lt;/span&gt; (y) -s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688983463631045752-3673510127796155474?l=abbycamargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbycamargo.blogspot.com/feeds/3673510127796155474/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abbycamargo.blogspot.com/2009/07/provas-provas-e-mais-provas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688983463631045752/posts/default/3673510127796155474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688983463631045752/posts/default/3673510127796155474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbycamargo.blogspot.com/2009/07/provas-provas-e-mais-provas.html' title='Provas, provas e mais provas ._.'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519797360716979953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKG2HpTjAIg/Sk-SV_U9FlI/AAAAAAAAAHs/GKC9KjDXWA4/S220/1zo7psx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3688983463631045752.post-726587934386653925</id><published>2009-07-04T14:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T14:30:40.525-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Oe? -q</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CMARCEL%7E1%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="date"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:Verdana; 	panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:swiss; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:536871559 0 0 0 415 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-language:EN-US;} @page Section1 	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt; 	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Tabela normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Isso ae vamo por esse blog pra funcionar \õ/. Primeira vez aqui então deixa eu me apresentar *pigarreando levemente*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;Olá sou Abby Camargo e sou fake da Bella Swan. Eu só fiz esse blog pra escrever minhas brizas.. MENTIRA! Eu fiz porque uma amiga de um amigo meu fez pro fake e eu também quero ter *cry*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAMÃE EU TENHO UM BLOG&lt;/span&gt; \o/ *pulando*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Coleguinhas do meu coração. Eu não sei o que escrever COMOFAS? &lt;o&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Ta vou escrever sobre o pior dia da minha vida pode ser? DSIUADSGGADSUY&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;st1:date style="font-weight: bold;" year="2009" day="25" month="6" ls="trans" st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;25 DE JUNHO DE 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Acordei achando que o dia ia ser O DIA por causa que era meu aniversario, me troquei, fui pra escola como qualquer estudante de 16 anos. Fiz lição, cantaram parabéns pra mim, blábláblá PRONTO! Fui pra casa. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Meu irmão me ligou falando que íamos no shopping comprar roupas pra mim. Ta, mas tipo. Sabe quando você acha que o dia não vai ser bom?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Entrei no msn (fake) e meus amigos me deram parabens e tunts mas tipo eu não tava feliz, parecia que não estava feliz comigo mesma!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;De noite eu fui pro shopping e quando eu voltei, eu vi minha mãe deitada na cama com o meu au au, o Zacky G. Sanders. Ela tava olhando pra mim com cara de triste. ACHEI QUE ALGUEM DA MINHA FAMILIA TINHA MORRIDO. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Ai eu tava arrumando minhas roupas quando ela disse " Ai filha *suspira* então. O Michael Jackson morreu"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;COMO ASSIM O MICHAEL JACKSON MORREU MÃÊ!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Cara na hora eu comecei a rir de tão nervosa. Sabe quando você acha que é brincadeira e ri? Foi isso que eu fiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;"Claro mãe *rindo alto* você acha que eu vou acreditar que o Michael morreu no dia do meu aniversário?"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Me sentei na cama, me arrumando pra deitar quando começa a dar mais noticias sobre a morte dele.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Meeu,tipo eu conhecei a gritar e chorar falando que meu aniversario de 16 anos ia ficar marcado pra sempre.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;No outro dia fui pra escola (deprimida, obvio) e quando eu cheguei, eu entrei na internet pra baixar&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;umas musicas dele. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;"TIPO AÇIM, PRECISO DE UMA MENINE DE BOM CORAÇÃO E COM PACIENCIA PRA COMPRAR PRA MIM O AQUELE CD "BAD" OU" OFF THE WALL" &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Aaaai depois que eu escrevi isso eu pedi pra minha mãe um cd dele e ela disse que vai me dar&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;AAAEEE *rebola*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Tipo, eu entrei no msn e todos meus amigos que no dia anterior me deram parabéns chegaram me dando os pêsames. COMO SE EU FOSSE DA FAMILIA DELE... é bem que eu queria ter casado com ele na época do Bad ou do Beat It *sonhando acordada* ooopa. Voltei&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;Quando o Michael deu aquela intrevista falando que ia voltar aos palcos pra fazer os 50 shows eu olhei a teve e disse que isso não ia dar certo. CAAARA QUE BOCA SANTA QUE EU TENHO. Me arrependo amargamente de ter dito aquilo. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;Tipo açim, se fosse por mim, o Michael ia ser para sempre O REI DO POP [/ta ele VAI SER PRA SEMPRE O REI DO POP] mas tipo. queria que ele fosse mais lembrado que o Elvis. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;         Minha mamãe me disse que o Elvis não foi tãão lembrado assim que nem o Michael, o Mike [/olha a intimidade] teve mais homenagens em menos tempo que o Elvis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 35.4pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;R.I.P. MICHAEL JACKSON (F) 1958-2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3688983463631045752-726587934386653925?l=abbycamargo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbycamargo.blogspot.com/feeds/726587934386653925/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abbycamargo.blogspot.com/2009/07/oe-q.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688983463631045752/posts/default/726587934386653925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3688983463631045752/posts/default/726587934386653925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbycamargo.blogspot.com/2009/07/oe-q.html' title='Oe? -q'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06519797360716979953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MKG2HpTjAIg/Sk-SV_U9FlI/AAAAAAAAAHs/GKC9KjDXWA4/S220/1zo7psx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
