<?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-7990525640458567052</id><updated>2012-02-05T05:22:18.950-08:00</updated><category term='Memórias não são só memórias'/><category term='festas'/><category term='Férias'/><category term='Amor'/><category term='Reflita'/><category term='1° Post'/><category term='Selos'/><category term='Entretenimento'/><category term='Desabafo'/><title type='text'>Chocolate Bitter</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>108</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-5977408864303468123</id><published>2012-01-20T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T13:13:10.837-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflita'/><title type='text'>A  Million Faces</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Spu1fDabRbg/TxmPprPQI-I/AAAAAAAAApk/2B3VLnDh-w8/s1600/A+Million+Faces.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Spu1fDabRbg/TxmPprPQI-I/AAAAAAAAApk/2B3VLnDh-w8/s320/A+Million+Faces.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu sei que sou meio estranha. Talvez máscula demais, alguns dias. Enquanto em outros, pareço uma menininha, querendo ser princesa. Não tenho um estilo definido, gosto de todo o tipo de música. Posso fumar uma carteira por dia, ou passar um mês sem fumar. Posso querer sair desesperadamente um dia, e no outro mal sair da cama. Mas a verdade é que não quero me prender a um 'tipo'. Gosto de transitar entre os universos paralelos que existem. Isso me faz feliz, e é assim que vou continuar. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-5977408864303468123?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/5977408864303468123/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2012/01/million-faces.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/5977408864303468123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/5977408864303468123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2012/01/million-faces.html' title='A  Million Faces'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Spu1fDabRbg/TxmPprPQI-I/AAAAAAAAApk/2B3VLnDh-w8/s72-c/A+Million+Faces.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-2174416301983389604</id><published>2012-01-15T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T13:12:34.016-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memórias não são só memórias'/><title type='text'>Butterfly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KK5uuthPL1M/TxNmT849A6I/AAAAAAAAApc/wfSWqlb-lXw/s1600/Butterfly.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KK5uuthPL1M/TxNmT849A6I/AAAAAAAAApc/wfSWqlb-lXw/s320/Butterfly.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoje eu vi uma borboleta, no meu banheiro. Ela se debatia contra o teto, como se, só por&amp;nbsp;insistência, ela fosse conseguir atravessar o gesso e o cimento. Aquela imagem me perseguiu por todo o dia, até um perceber por que me intriguei tanto. Eu me sinto como aquela borboleta, me debatendo contra um muro, insistindo. Só que, por mais que eu tente, eu não consigo sair do lugar.Talvez, em alguma outra direção exista uma porta. Talvez eu não esteja me esforçando o suficiente. Talvez eu não tenha saída. Nesse momento, eu não sei o que fazer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Teca Eickmann&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/7990525640458567052-2174416301983389604?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/2174416301983389604/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2012/01/butterfly.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/2174416301983389604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/2174416301983389604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2012/01/butterfly.html' title='Butterfly'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KK5uuthPL1M/TxNmT849A6I/AAAAAAAAApc/wfSWqlb-lXw/s72-c/Butterfly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-7289365331511522287</id><published>2012-01-08T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T13:12:48.287-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflita'/><title type='text'>S.H.</title><content type='html'>As vezes as pessoas me cansam. As milhares de expectativas criadas pelos outros me levam a diversos desapontamentos. Não importa o quão grade pareça um passo, depois de dado ele se torna insignificante. Apenas algo que 'devia ser feito'. As pessoas não lembram que nada DEVE ser feito, são escolhas individuas. Cada escolha tem grande importância, cada passo nos leva a algum lugar. Por que nunca estamos satisfeitos para parar de caminhar? Por que nunca importa para onde vamos, depois que já chegamos lá? O fim ainda assim irá nos alcançar. A verdade que as pessoas não querem encarar é que não tem para onde fugir. Então vamos todos continuar correndo, fazendo coisas que sempre fugazmente lembradas por outras pessoas que também chegaram a um fim. As pessoas me cansam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-7289365331511522287?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/7289365331511522287/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2012/01/sh.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/7289365331511522287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/7289365331511522287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2012/01/sh.html' title='S.H.'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-2989506802906960557</id><published>2011-12-12T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T13:11:59.748-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festas'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zjp9LdC9ptU/TuYzBA031xI/AAAAAAAAAn0/bcdLQFGAeh4/s1600/smallpics+0060.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zjp9LdC9ptU/TuYzBA031xI/AAAAAAAAAn0/bcdLQFGAeh4/s320/smallpics+0060.jpg" width="237" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terceiro Natal aqui no CB.&lt;br /&gt;Ultimo Natal como colegial...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Natal sempre traz esse gostinho nostálgico, essa sensação de fim e de começo ao mesmo tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Mas esse ano parece estar mais forte. Deixar pra atras o colégio, as bobagens e as infantilidades, ver um pouco a frente a faculdade, o trabalho, e todas as coisas que vem junto. Tenho que admitir que estou com um pouco de medo. Como a gente se prepara para ser adulto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---x---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #93c47d; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Third Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;here in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;CB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Christmas as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;school student&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;brings that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;nostalgic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;, this sense of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;at the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;But this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;seems to be stronger&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Left behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;the school&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;the nonsense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;childish&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="hps"&gt;see a little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;forward to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;college,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;work,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;and everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;that comes along&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;I have to admit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;little afraid&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;How can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;prepare ourselfs to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;be an adult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" style="background-color: whitesmoke; color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Teca Eickmann&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-2989506802906960557?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/2989506802906960557/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/2989506802906960557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/2989506802906960557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zjp9LdC9ptU/TuYzBA031xI/AAAAAAAAAn0/bcdLQFGAeh4/s72-c/smallpics+0060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-4833739395916739358</id><published>2011-11-28T12:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T13:11:40.413-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><title type='text'>Feeling Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vb6vETstvdo/TtP0QI--_wI/AAAAAAAAAns/yXGc_e08n18/s1600/Feeling+Good.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vb6vETstvdo/TtP0QI--_wI/AAAAAAAAAns/yXGc_e08n18/s320/Feeling+Good.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tem dia que a gente acorda se sentindo um caco, gorda e especialmente descabelada. Todo mundo tem desses dias, que algumas vezes viram semanas. Mas ai, uma notícia pequena, nem sempre confiável faz com que toda a energia volte ao seu corpo. Você finalmente levanta da cama, coloca uma música alta e passa uma hora no banheiro, usando um sabonete diferente, hidratando o cabelo com cuidado, cortando as unhas bem curtas, só pra deixar elas crescerem mais fortes. Tudo por que você se sente mais forte. Por mais que pareça difícil, nos devemos sempre nos lembrar desses dias, assim, tendo certeza que, nos próximos de desanimo, algo bom sempre vão aparecer. Paciência é uma coisa difícil, mas sempre compensa, isso é, quando só depende de nós mesmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-4833739395916739358?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/4833739395916739358/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/11/feeling-better.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/4833739395916739358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/4833739395916739358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/11/feeling-better.html' title='Feeling Better'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vb6vETstvdo/TtP0QI--_wI/AAAAAAAAAns/yXGc_e08n18/s72-c/Feeling+Good.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-4086612671610226883</id><published>2011-11-22T12:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T13:11:23.939-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflita'/><title type='text'>Bells Ring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sq6rCtLGL_A/TswXwHkrqUI/AAAAAAAAAnk/nAuRWOuhiWY/s1600/Bells+Ring+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sq6rCtLGL_A/TswXwHkrqUI/AAAAAAAAAnk/nAuRWOuhiWY/s320/Bells+Ring+2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O tilintar da minha tornozeleira nova me remete aos mistérios de um local onde nunca fui. A leve fumaça do incenso me relaxa e me lembra você. Enquanto espero o teu retorno, me deixo lavar por esse aroma e me libertar por esses sinos. Penso mais uma vez nos mistérios de um local onde nunca fui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6oBv_rTTwYc/TswRSmJ7MXI/AAAAAAAAAnc/NPjZgTRGvJ0/s1600/Bells+Ring.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6oBv_rTTwYc/TswRSmJ7MXI/AAAAAAAAAnc/NPjZgTRGvJ0/s320/Bells+Ring.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #93c47d; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;The clink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;of my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;anklet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;brings me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;to the mysteries of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;place I never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;The light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;incense smoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;relaxes me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;reminds me of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;As I wait for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;your return&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;let me be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;wash by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;these scent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;and be set free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;by these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;bells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;I think again abaut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;the mysteries of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;place I never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="background-color: whitesmoke; font-size: x-small; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="background-color: whitesmoke; font-size: x-small; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" style="background-color: whitesmoke; font-size: x-small; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Teca Eickmann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-4086612671610226883?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/4086612671610226883/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/11/bells-ring.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/4086612671610226883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/4086612671610226883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/11/bells-ring.html' title='Bells Ring'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sq6rCtLGL_A/TswXwHkrqUI/AAAAAAAAAnk/nAuRWOuhiWY/s72-c/Bells+Ring+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-7663109492656075739</id><published>2011-10-02T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T13:10:45.512-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><title type='text'>Drink</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ocwut6ydhA8/Toij_T0a9tI/AAAAAAAAAnA/XOkrjRmZtbg/s1600/Drink.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ocwut6ydhA8/Toij_T0a9tI/AAAAAAAAAnA/XOkrjRmZtbg/s320/Drink.jpg" width="251" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Quisera eu poder afogar minha solidão num&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;copo de um dos bares que já passei...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #93c47d;"&gt;I wish I could drown my loneliness in a&amp;nbsp;glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #93c47d;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;of on of the pubs I've ever spend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Teca Eickmann&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-7663109492656075739?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/7663109492656075739/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/10/drink.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/7663109492656075739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/7663109492656075739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/10/drink.html' title='Drink'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ocwut6ydhA8/Toij_T0a9tI/AAAAAAAAAnA/XOkrjRmZtbg/s72-c/Drink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-605166964932415965</id><published>2011-09-09T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T10:02:36.119-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflita'/><title type='text'>Fuck It.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z8jSFlQB3zw/Tmn0LWUhfTI/AAAAAAAAAlk/UD79RGZxKYg/s1600/Fuck.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z8jSFlQB3zw/Tmn0LWUhfTI/AAAAAAAAAlk/UD79RGZxKYg/s320/Fuck.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Já parou pra pensar quanto tempo&amp;nbsp;nós perdemos tentando &lt;u&gt;parecer&lt;/u&gt; felizes?&lt;br /&gt;Assim mal nos sobre energia pra tentarmos &lt;u&gt;ser&lt;/u&gt; felizes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Foda-se o que os outros vão pensar, eu não preciso estar sempre bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #93c47d; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Have you ever stopped&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;to think&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;how much time&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;we lost&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;trying to &lt;u&gt;look&lt;/u&gt; happy&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Then almost don't left&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;us any&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;energy to&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;try to &lt;u&gt;be&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #93c47d; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Fuck&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;others think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;, I don't need&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;always be&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Teca Eickmann&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-605166964932415965?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/605166964932415965/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/09/fuck-it.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/605166964932415965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/605166964932415965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/09/fuck-it.html' title='Fuck It.'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z8jSFlQB3zw/Tmn0LWUhfTI/AAAAAAAAAlk/UD79RGZxKYg/s72-c/Fuck.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-402955448408883372</id><published>2011-07-04T09:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T09:58:34.638-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><title type='text'>Always</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4idHXRBai5E/ThHtosVm2CI/AAAAAAAAAlg/MhGvDF0VWkk/s1600/Always.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4idHXRBai5E/ThHtosVm2CI/AAAAAAAAAlg/MhGvDF0VWkk/s320/Always.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625538692914796578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;I've been here before a few times&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; É incrível como parece que você sente quando eu preciso de ajuda, quando eu preciso de você. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Já fazem dois anos desde que a gente se separou, mas você consegue sentir esse tempo entre a gente? Por que eu não consigo. Toda vez que te vejo, toda vez que falo com você, é como se a gente ainda estivesse ali, naquele momento que foram tantos, mas foram poucos demais pra satisfazer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Porém, não vamos deixar isso acabar. Quem nos conhece sabe que não desistimos de nada sem lutar até o ultimo segundo, e até você dizer que não quer mais me ver, eu ainda vou lutar por nós duas. Mais uns dias na praia, e esqueceremos de toda a dor de ficar longe, e vamos aproveitar o máximo possível. Fazer idiotices que só fazemos juntas, contar tudo o que aconteceu com a gente e rir sobre como somos iguais. Agora é só isso que mais quero. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Só mais uns dias na praia com você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;And I'll miss your laugh, your smile&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Teca Eickmann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-402955448408883372?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/402955448408883372/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/07/always.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/402955448408883372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/402955448408883372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/07/always.html' title='Always'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4idHXRBai5E/ThHtosVm2CI/AAAAAAAAAlg/MhGvDF0VWkk/s72-c/Always.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-7667719076646007559</id><published>2011-06-16T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T09:59:49.291-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflita'/><title type='text'>To My Dear Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-scJfh1qQjWw/Tfo0HYaWVuI/AAAAAAAAAlY/aphOFb7-6o4/s1600/To%2BMy%2BDear%2BFriend.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-scJfh1qQjWw/Tfo0HYaWVuI/AAAAAAAAAlY/aphOFb7-6o4/s320/To%2BMy%2BDear%2BFriend.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618860786514810594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;Descobrir a verdade sobre as pessoas as vezes é como um soco no estômago. Segue basicamente os mesmo estágios do luto. Primeira você prefere ignorar as evidências, pois simplesmente não consegue acreditar. Depois vem aquela raiva, totalmente má direcionada. Quer dizer, por que todos estão tentando convencer você de que aquela pessoa é (&lt;s&gt;uma filha da puta&lt;/s&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; mau caráter? Eles estão te chamando de idiota por acreditar nela, por acaso? Mas ai não com fingir que não está notando a verdadeira essência daquela pessoa, pois ela mesma não faz mais questão de esconder, e você começa a barganhar, tenta conversar, perguntar se algo está acontecendo para ela estar assim tão diferente. Pergunta-se se você fez algo errado e o que pode fazer para concertar a situação. Para mim essa é a parte mais longa, onde eu me culpo e tento concertar as coisas. Com o tempo, ao perceber que a tal pessoa sempre foi assim, você se sente traído e completamente ingênuo. Fica se perguntando como nunca percebeu antes, como pôde ter sido tão facilmente enganado, e isso pode lhe arrastar para o fundo do poço. Por ultimo e mais importante, vem a aceitação. Você percebe que não tem culpa de nada, que não foi a única a acreditar nela e, provavelmente, não vai ser a ultima. A única coisa que há a fazer agora é mostrar a essa pessoa que você não pode mais ser enganada, e que seu verdadeiro eu (&lt;s&gt;nojento&lt;/s&gt;) sempre vai acabar aparecendo. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A sua vida não se limita a uma única pessoa, você vai estar sempre conhecendo novos amigos, não esqueça.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Teca Eickmann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;P.s.: É claro que ainda existem aquelas revelações que te enchem de alegria, como aquele alguém que se fazia de frio e forte, mas, na verdade, é completamente fofo e romântico e, melhor ainda, completamente apaixonado por você! *-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-size: 10.5pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-7667719076646007559?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/7667719076646007559/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/06/to-my-dear-friend.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/7667719076646007559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/7667719076646007559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/06/to-my-dear-friend.html' title='To My Dear Friend'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-scJfh1qQjWw/Tfo0HYaWVuI/AAAAAAAAAlY/aphOFb7-6o4/s72-c/To%2BMy%2BDear%2BFriend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-1761889643700436627</id><published>2011-06-03T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T14:49:31.216-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Infinity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qc1IaT1Ue6g/TelW3C7yYUI/AAAAAAAAAlA/ka1oMFh2AC4/s1600/Infinity.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qc1IaT1Ue6g/TelW3C7yYUI/AAAAAAAAAlA/ka1oMFh2AC4/s320/Infinity.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614113914174464322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É normal ter medo de sentimentos desconhecidos, principalmente quando eles são tão fortes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas eu vou me tornar mais fortes que eles, vou domina-los e, assim, saber melhor como mostra-los para você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-1761889643700436627?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/1761889643700436627/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/06/infinity.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/1761889643700436627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/1761889643700436627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/06/infinity.html' title='Infinity'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qc1IaT1Ue6g/TelW3C7yYUI/AAAAAAAAAlA/ka1oMFh2AC4/s72-c/Infinity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-6805983388207804989</id><published>2011-05-27T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T08:15:46.209-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflita'/><title type='text'>You're my Vice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10065136/tumblr_llo2bcwDk51qk1gfeo1_500_large.jpg?1306185770" alt="Tumblr_llo2bcwdk51qk1gfeo1_500_large" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vícios..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Será verdade que ninguém está imune a te-los?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quer dizer, somos viciados em compras, em televisão, em computador.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somos viciados em comunicação, em conhecimento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somos viciados em pessoas e em sentimentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu sou viciada em desejos, você em aromas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sou viciada em você, será que você é viciado em mim também?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Teca Eickmann&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Selinho que ganhei da Luzia Medeiros, do Palavra e Arte. Muito obrigada amor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BGt3iLXIegM/TTxmHQ2owtI/AAAAAAAAA-4/5kiPptbMdus/s1600/01.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-6805983388207804989?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/6805983388207804989/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/05/youre-my-vice.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/6805983388207804989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/6805983388207804989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/05/youre-my-vice.html' title='You&apos;re my Vice'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BGt3iLXIegM/TTxmHQ2owtI/AAAAAAAAA-4/5kiPptbMdus/s72-c/01.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-6531394246037507924</id><published>2011-05-10T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T12:56:33.760-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><title type='text'>Left Behind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/9294459/tumblr_lkd1vfjaCw1qfufk5o1_500_large.png?1304103603" alt="Tumblr_lkd1vfjacw1qfufk5o1_500_large" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;ㅤ&lt;/span&gt;Se eu te pedisse, você deixaria tudo para trás e fugiria comigo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; "&gt;ㅤ&lt;/span&gt;Poderíamos comprar um Impala e ouvir apenas rocks antigos. De hotel beira-de-estrada para outro, aonde tivesse asfalto seria a nossa casa. Não teríamos medo de nada, pois somos imbativeis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; "&gt;ㅤ&lt;/span&gt;Então estaríamos livres de todas as intrigas e futilidades deste lugar, deixaríamos para trás todos os dramas, todas as correntes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; "&gt;ㅤ&lt;/span&gt;Isso seria maravilhoso, é verdade, mas você sabe que eu nunca pediria isso. Deixar para trás sua família e seus amigos, suas memórias e minhas memórias, nossas memórias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas está tudo bem, pois nosso amor pode aguentar o mundo inteiro contra nós. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu nunca vou te deixar, enquanto você ainda me quiser por perto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;p.s.: I love you so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Teca Eickmann&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-6531394246037507924?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/6531394246037507924/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/05/left-behind.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/6531394246037507924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/6531394246037507924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/05/left-behind.html' title='Left Behind'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-4857117573324935169</id><published>2011-05-08T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T18:07:33.311-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>It's Time to be a Little Cliche</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o9wLgJkpSP0/Tcc6pGr3e-I/AAAAAAAAAk0/e8rbgBYGBj0/s1600/It%2527s%2Btime%2Bto%2Bbe%2Ba%2Blittle%2Bcliche.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o9wLgJkpSP0/Tcc6pGr3e-I/AAAAAAAAAk0/e8rbgBYGBj0/s320/It%2527s%2Btime%2Bto%2Bbe%2Ba%2Blittle%2Bcliche.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604512739129523170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; "&gt;ㅤ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; "&gt;ㅤ&lt;/span&gt;As vezes me pego perguntando se isso é real, ou se eu só estou sonhando. Fico insegura, com medo de que um dia eu acorde e tudo desapareça. Tenho mais medo ainda de um dia você acordar e ver todos os meus defeitos. Não conseguir ver, por baixo de todos os erros, a garota que está tão apaixonada por você. A garota que eu queria tanto lhe mostrar, mas não consigo. Meiga, carinhosa e delicada que um dia era tão fácil pra mim mostrar ao mundo, mas que agora fica escondida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; "&gt;ㅤ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; "&gt;ㅤ&lt;/span&gt;Apesar de nem sempre deixar transparecer, eu sou o tipo de garota que gosta de andar de mãos dadas e ficar abraçada. Sou do tipo que quer ir em uma lanchonete e dividir um milkshake, ou um sorvete. Gosto de te comprar presentes fofos e cozinhar pra você. Deitar na grama e te ouvir falar que quer casar comigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sou o tipo de garota que eu mesma chamo de clichê.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sou o único tipo de garota que posso ser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Só me falta conseguir deixar você ver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;p.s.: I love you so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Teca Eickmann&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-4857117573324935169?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/4857117573324935169/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-time-to-be-little-cliche.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/4857117573324935169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/4857117573324935169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-time-to-be-little-cliche.html' title='It&apos;s Time to be a Little Cliche'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o9wLgJkpSP0/Tcc6pGr3e-I/AAAAAAAAAk0/e8rbgBYGBj0/s72-c/It%2527s%2Btime%2Bto%2Bbe%2Ba%2Blittle%2Bcliche.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-6085546772943730870</id><published>2011-04-30T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T13:38:15.514-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><title type='text'>I'm a woman, so what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l0sW4_jHKOU/TcRb9JO8A-I/AAAAAAAAAks/n3zEiFXF9TA/s1600/I%2527m%2Ba%2Bwoman%252C%2Bso%2Bwhat.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l0sW4_jHKOU/TcRb9JO8A-I/AAAAAAAAAks/n3zEiFXF9TA/s320/I%2527m%2Ba%2Bwoman%252C%2Bso%2Bwhat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603704942364460002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que todo esse preconceito? Pra que tanta discriminação?&lt;div&gt;Não me venha com a desculpa de que está me protegendo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pois então que proteja os homens também, ou pare de mentir na minha cara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não quero essa desvalorização mascarada de cuidado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas você nem consegue disfarçar direito, não é? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por que está tão incrustado na sua mente que você está certo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você nunca vai conseguir me ver como alguém forte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só que eu cansei de tentar te mostrar quem sou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sei quem sou, e nada do que você diga vai mudar isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pOf3kYtwASo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-6085546772943730870?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/6085546772943730870/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-woman-so-what.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/6085546772943730870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/6085546772943730870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-woman-so-what.html' title='I&apos;m a woman, so what?'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l0sW4_jHKOU/TcRb9JO8A-I/AAAAAAAAAks/n3zEiFXF9TA/s72-c/I%2527m%2Ba%2Bwoman%252C%2Bso%2Bwhat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-1747938815599502644</id><published>2011-04-29T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T14:14:16.386-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festas'/><title type='text'>At the end, I'm just a girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AlYIfoztqCY/Tbsnbq9zBMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/usTH92pdIxE/s1600/At%2Bthe%2Bend%252C%2BI%2527m%2Bjust%2Ba%2Bgirl.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AlYIfoztqCY/Tbsnbq9zBMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/usTH92pdIxE/s320/At%2Bthe%2Bend%252C%2BI%2527m%2Bjust%2Ba%2Bgirl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601113917908780226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ok, momento girlie no CB. Eu nunca fui muito de falar de roupas e etc, mas esse é um caso especial, o qual me sinto quase obrigada a comentar.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;OMG, que vestido foi aquele que Kate Middleton estava usando hoje? Delicado e discreto, mas tão incrivelmente lindo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Não sou do tipo que sonha em se casar cedo, com uma super cerimônia e tal, não. Prefiro coisas mais íntimas, mas COM CERTEZA eu usaria um vestido daquele (com uma calda menor) se eu pudesse!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;É isso ai, é bom meu namorado começar a juntar dinheiro, se pensa em casar comigo, por que mesmo sem ser um original McQueen, fazer um vestido desses ainda deve ser muito caro! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas foi amor a primeira vista! *-*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-1747938815599502644?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/1747938815599502644/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/04/at-end-im-just-girl.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/1747938815599502644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/1747938815599502644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/04/at-end-im-just-girl.html' title='At the end, I&apos;m just a girl'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AlYIfoztqCY/Tbsnbq9zBMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/usTH92pdIxE/s72-c/At%2Bthe%2Bend%252C%2BI%2527m%2Bjust%2Ba%2Bgirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-8054175765439732475</id><published>2011-04-27T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T16:19:29.192-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflita'/><title type='text'>She finds her mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/9151898/tumblr_lk6z5jUcOa1qajaq7o1_500_large.jpg?1303707583" alt="Tumblr_lk6z5jucoa1qajaq7o1_500_large" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As vezes eu esqueço o sentido da vida. &lt;div&gt;Esqueço o que vim fazer aqui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As vezes é difícil pensar que eu tenha alguma importância nesse mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ou pelo menos lembrar que não sou invisível.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas então eu penso: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se não tenho utilidade ainda, quer dizer que eu mesma posso decidir pra que eu vou servir. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomo o controle do meu destino e esqueço o que não fui. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me preparando para o que serei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'll make a beast out of myself, gets rid of all the pain of being a man.&lt;/i&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/7990525640458567052-8054175765439732475?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/8054175765439732475/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/04/she-find-her-mind.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/8054175765439732475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/8054175765439732475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/04/she-find-her-mind.html' title='She finds her mind'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-7876914456120673290</id><published>2011-04-17T14:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T14:54:26.470-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><title type='text'>Falling [in love]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7m6fCHMqRIc/Tatg7RtzTHI/AAAAAAAAAkU/DX5qmLYvrgk/s1600/Falling%2B%255Bin%2Blove%255D.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7m6fCHMqRIc/Tatg7RtzTHI/AAAAAAAAAkU/DX5qmLYvrgk/s320/Falling%2B%255Bin%2Blove%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596673533422029938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seu perfume me embriaga, seu olhar me domina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sua presença me completa, seu jeito me fascina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por mais cheia que esteja minha mente, você sempre predomina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você é como minha própria heroína.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-7876914456120673290?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/7876914456120673290/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/04/falling-in-love.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/7876914456120673290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/7876914456120673290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/04/falling-in-love.html' title='Falling [in love]'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7m6fCHMqRIc/Tatg7RtzTHI/AAAAAAAAAkU/DX5qmLYvrgk/s72-c/Falling%2B%255Bin%2Blove%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-6269196574471012365</id><published>2011-04-15T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T08:05:44.408-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflita'/><title type='text'>Trabalho de Redação (escolar)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="main_image" class="img" alt="Tumblr_lje7ccswgs1qep56go1_500_large" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8652464/tumblr_lje7ccswgS1qep56go1_500_large.jpg?1302365158" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Desafio do jovem protagonista: ser agente transformador em uma sociedade conflituosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.45pt; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Adolescência já tornou sinônimo de inconsequência e confusão. Graças a esse conceito pré-estabelecido muitos dos esforços transformadores dos jovens são reprimidos, confundidos com atos de pura rebeldia sem sentido. Reprimindo também a capacidade de indagação daquilo que considera incorreto e o poder de modificar o mundo em algo melhor, potencialidades que não deveriam ser ignoradas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.45pt; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Por não estar tão preso a tradições, os jovens conseguem ver um pouco além dos padrões do senso comum. É essa capacidade que permite ao adolescente vislumbrar um mundo diferenciado e assim desejar mudar o já existente. A tecnologia está se desenvolvendo tão rapidamente quanto o aquecimento global. É por isso que se pode fazer necessária uma reavaliação do certo e do errado e uma organização do que é prioridade na atualidade. Desta forma, o jovem pode ter uma visão mais ampla e desenvolver uma solução mais abrangente, por conviver com esses aspectos por mais tempo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.45pt; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;É importante lembrar que a adolescência é a fase em que se define a maior parte do caráter de uma pessoa. Portanto, o jovem pode precisar de suporte para se desenvolver como um agente transformador. Uma família que tenta estimular os mais novos a trabalhar a mente, questionando e modificando o mundo ao redor, terá adolescentes mais responsáveis e conscientes do mesmo. A escola também é uma instituição de grande importância na conscientização do jovem, assim como os meios de comunicação em massa, como a televisão e a internet.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 16.45pt; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;            A força transformadora do adolescente é enorme, mas disforme. Por isso, é necessária a ajuda e compreensão dos adultos, para moldá-la da melhor forma possível. É urgente que se pare de pensar nos adolescentes apenas como rebeldes incuráveis e passe a estimulá-los e ensiná-los a maneira mais correta de exercer seu poder de transformação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Teca Eickmann&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/7990525640458567052-6269196574471012365?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/6269196574471012365/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/04/trabalho-de-redacao-escolar.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/6269196574471012365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/6269196574471012365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/04/trabalho-de-redacao-escolar.html' title='Trabalho de Redação (escolar)'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-6758164507211957555</id><published>2011-04-10T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T15:42:47.674-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Selos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflita'/><title type='text'>Where is the Peace?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H7T838TsFuQ/TaHQ496lvAI/AAAAAAAAAj8/Uidlgkwcpsg/s1600/Where%2Bis%2Bthe%2Bpeace.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H7T838TsFuQ/TaHQ496lvAI/AAAAAAAAAj8/Uidlgkwcpsg/s320/Where%2Bis%2Bthe%2Bpeace.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593981889282423810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No último dia sete aconteceu uma coisa que me surpreendeu, apesar de não ser cem por cento novidade. O ato de entrar em uma escola e assassinar a sangue frio tantas crianças já é bastante perturbador. Ler a carta deixada pelo assassino foi um bônus incrivelmente perturbador para mim. A cada exigência dele que eu lia, formava em minha garganta um nó de ódio que não sei bem descrever. Repulsa talvez seja a palavra mais certa. Só sei que não digeri esse acontecimento ainda. Talvez nunca consiga. “Rezo” para que não tenha que saber de mais nada como isso.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Veja a carta na íntegra.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;gt; &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%E2%80%9D%3Ca"&gt;http://www.tahnamao.net/2011/04/carta-deixada-por-wellington-menezes-de-oliveira.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Selo que ganhei do "Palavras e Arte", de Luzia Medeiro.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0YIsnEf2IrA/TaHUQZSJmQI/AAAAAAAAAkM/0Cwa_bk2PAE/s320/selo.png" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593985590300875010" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Repassando:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://drykasales.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://drykasales.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hadassahsorvillo.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://hadassahsorvillo.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jenifferyara.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://jenifferyara.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://poeirafina.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://poeirafina.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-6758164507211957555?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/6758164507211957555/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/04/where-is-peace.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/6758164507211957555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/6758164507211957555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/04/where-is-peace.html' title='Where is the Peace?'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H7T838TsFuQ/TaHQ496lvAI/AAAAAAAAAj8/Uidlgkwcpsg/s72-c/Where%2Bis%2Bthe%2Bpeace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-2171503749471731044</id><published>2011-04-03T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T07:08:17.855-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><title type='text'>Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ReO7iv8GwGI/TZh-e5vapPI/AAAAAAAAAjw/SW5sRMH9gKw/s1600/tumblr_li8l0sIj9k1qdlhcmo1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ReO7iv8GwGI/TZh-e5vapPI/AAAAAAAAAjw/SW5sRMH9gKw/s320/tumblr_li8l0sIj9k1qdlhcmo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591358006741345522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Quando a gente está aprendendo uma coisa nova, como andar de bicicleta, e levamos um tombo muito grande é normal termos medo de tentar de novo.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Não me leve a mal, não é que eu não acredite em você, de jeito nenhum. É só que eu descobri, do modo mais difícil, como os sentimentos podem ser instáveis e não quero me machucar mais uma vez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sei que cada vez que hesito posso parecer insensível, mas, por favor, entenda que estou apenas assustada e insegura. Só espero conseguir lidar com esse meu trauma antes de você se canse de esperar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sim, a palavra certa é &lt;b&gt;medo. &lt;/b&gt;Mas te peço um pouco de paciência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Teca Eickmann&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-2171503749471731044?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/2171503749471731044/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/04/fear.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/2171503749471731044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/2171503749471731044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/04/fear.html' title='Fear'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ReO7iv8GwGI/TZh-e5vapPI/AAAAAAAAAjw/SW5sRMH9gKw/s72-c/tumblr_li8l0sIj9k1qdlhcmo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-7892504512331333562</id><published>2011-03-20T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T08:13:03.219-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><title type='text'>Fumaça</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CbVwAXTu3CI/TYYYxuiPmsI/AAAAAAAAAjo/8ooYVhom1wk/s1600/Fuma%25C3%25A7a..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CbVwAXTu3CI/TYYYxuiPmsI/AAAAAAAAAjo/8ooYVhom1wk/s320/Fuma%25C3%25A7a..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586179630383995586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O mundo gira e gira. As sombras não acompanham mais seus donos na medida que os contornos se desprendem. A luz que ofusca se multiplica em mil raios que partem de seus determinados núcleos e se perdem na infinidade. Enfim, corpos suados e sujos de grama se transformam na mais bela névoa multicolorida e eu me lembro o que estava fazendo ali. Estava ali para fazer parte mais uma vez daquela névoa especificamente. Finalizo libertando meu corpo e deixando minha alma transcender. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ainda tem aquelas coisas que, simplesmente, não há como descrever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aquelas que tornam um dia horrível, bom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E um dia bom, inesquecível.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas essa é outra história, que eu vou contar outra hora. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-7892504512331333562?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/7892504512331333562/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/03/fumaca.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/7892504512331333562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/7892504512331333562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/03/fumaca.html' title='Fumaça'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CbVwAXTu3CI/TYYYxuiPmsI/AAAAAAAAAjo/8ooYVhom1wk/s72-c/Fuma%25C3%25A7a..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-1942378981459118756</id><published>2011-03-18T08:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T08:43:19.702-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memórias não são só memórias'/><title type='text'>Welcome to my Family!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nDHrxq9mHiY/TYN9f7SK9CI/AAAAAAAAAjg/D3ZsLIkX2Qs/s1600/Welcome%2BTo%2BMy%2BFamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nDHrxq9mHiY/TYN9f7SK9CI/AAAAAAAAAjg/D3ZsLIkX2Qs/s320/Welcome%2BTo%2BMy%2BFamily.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585445950312870946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Eu tenho péssimas lembranças de pessoas gritando, discutindo. Aparentemente esse é o único jeito que minha família sabe resolver um impasse. É verdade que já caí na tentação e gritei com toda a minha força, de pura raiva. Mas esse não é verdadeiramente meu estilo, pelo contrário, sinto um aperto no peito e uma vontade tremenda de chorar. Me sinto impotente e muito em dúvida sobre gritar "cale a boca logo" ou apenas tapar os ouvir e cantarolar o mais alto que conseguir. Mas nunca tomo atitude nenhuma, fico apenas sentada à mesa, tentando jantar sem passar mal (nunca consegui).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-1942378981459118756?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/1942378981459118756/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/03/welcome-to-my-family.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/1942378981459118756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/1942378981459118756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/03/welcome-to-my-family.html' title='Welcome to my Family!'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nDHrxq9mHiY/TYN9f7SK9CI/AAAAAAAAAjg/D3ZsLIkX2Qs/s72-c/Welcome%2BTo%2BMy%2BFamily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-3075307065915211258</id><published>2011-03-13T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T09:00:12.405-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflita'/><title type='text'>PrayForWorld</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sQkluuXsLG4/TXzpYtRR8hI/AAAAAAAAAjY/UKDfkRG07Ho/s1600/tumblr_lhwm6c05vM1qa04wlo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sQkluuXsLG4/TXzpYtRR8hI/AAAAAAAAAjY/UKDfkRG07Ho/s320/tumblr_lhwm6c05vM1qa04wlo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583594248710779410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Eu não sou religiosa, na verdade admito agora que nem acredito em Deus.&lt;div&gt;Mas decidi usar um espaço aqui no CB para pedir a todos os leitores, sendo eles seguidores, conhecido ou apenas de passagem, que reservem uns minutos de seus dias para rezar (de qualquer religião), manda energias e pensamentos positivos ou até simplesmente se informar e se preocupar com todos aqueles que estão passando por tanta coisa no Japão. Na verdade, não só lá. É hora de pensar no mundo como um só lugar onde todos nós vivemos e tomar consciência de que, o que atinge a um país ainda acabará atingindo a todos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Informe-se, Preocupe-se, Lembre-se:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Esse mundo também é seu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-3075307065915211258?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/3075307065915211258/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/03/prayforworld.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/3075307065915211258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/3075307065915211258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/03/prayforworld.html' title='PrayForWorld'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sQkluuXsLG4/TXzpYtRR8hI/AAAAAAAAAjY/UKDfkRG07Ho/s72-c/tumblr_lhwm6c05vM1qa04wlo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-2647673891376055083</id><published>2011-03-11T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T22:04:05.218-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memórias não são só memórias'/><title type='text'>Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WV_OcMf5Sq0/TXsMws9HWeI/AAAAAAAAAiw/QRp1XJx16qs/s1600/again.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 188px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WV_OcMf5Sq0/TXsMws9HWeI/AAAAAAAAAiw/QRp1XJx16qs/s320/again.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583070193896610274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Minha mente não para de girar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As luz mudam de cor na mesma velocidade que mudam de forma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu não consigo mais ver onde você está.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por que não posso focar em ninguém agora?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O mundo continua girando mais rápido do que deveria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enquanto o tempo corre, corre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Turnnig around again and again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-2647673891376055083?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/2647673891376055083/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/03/again.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/2647673891376055083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/2647673891376055083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/03/again.html' title='Again'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WV_OcMf5Sq0/TXsMws9HWeI/AAAAAAAAAiw/QRp1XJx16qs/s72-c/again.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-339664923120947579</id><published>2011-03-09T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T12:23:16.108-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entretenimento'/><title type='text'>Carnaval Pt. 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-htMcGSyZXrU/TXfhcmm_R8I/AAAAAAAAAio/QG7J6QOO8ZM/s1600/Carnaval%2BPt..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-htMcGSyZXrU/TXfhcmm_R8I/AAAAAAAAAio/QG7J6QOO8ZM/s320/Carnaval%2BPt..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582178144665683906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me diverti muito nesse Carnaval, e me sinto revigorada, pronta para mais un round. Me sinto feliz por ter curtido sem esquecer meus deveres, meu toque de recolher. É verdade que fugi algumas vezes e nem sempre fiz tudo o que mandavam, mas me sinto leve de saber que desta vez, não fugi de mim mesma, da minha alma e das minhas vontades, obscuras ou não. Bebi um bocado, fumei mais ainda e dancei até não sentir mais minhas pernas, até funk eu dancei. Vivi cada experiencia como se fosse a ultima da minha vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-339664923120947579?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/339664923120947579/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/03/me-diverti-muito-nesse-carnaval-e-me.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/339664923120947579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/339664923120947579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/03/me-diverti-muito-nesse-carnaval-e-me.html' title='Carnaval Pt. 2'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-htMcGSyZXrU/TXfhcmm_R8I/AAAAAAAAAio/QG7J6QOO8ZM/s72-c/Carnaval%2BPt..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-1440864429517275552</id><published>2011-03-04T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T13:03:58.493-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entretenimento'/><title type='text'>Carnaval!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5CW4uflAlxY/TXFTqwk4rrI/AAAAAAAAAig/A73TDJc6F04/s1600/red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5CW4uflAlxY/TXFTqwk4rrI/AAAAAAAAAig/A73TDJc6F04/s200/red.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580333407347977906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uI9v4GwtIKU/TXFTekm_6eI/AAAAAAAAAiY/xGSukTKPVdo/s1600/red.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Época de ser quem você quiser, vestir o que você quiser, dançar como você quiser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Momentos de alegria e mais pura liberdade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Para mim, hora de me redescobrir e ser feliz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-1440864429517275552?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/1440864429517275552/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/03/carnaval.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/1440864429517275552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/1440864429517275552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/03/carnaval.html' title='Carnaval!'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5CW4uflAlxY/TXFTqwk4rrI/AAAAAAAAAig/A73TDJc6F04/s72-c/red.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-798470425405776555</id><published>2011-02-27T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T14:01:58.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tem dias que eu olho ao meu redor e apenas não consigo me entender como minha vida foi mudar tão rápido. Quando foi que o tempo começou a correr sem mim? Então eu vou me sentindo cada vez mais cansada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-798470425405776555?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/798470425405776555/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/02/tem-dias-que-eu-olho-ao-meu-redor-e.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/798470425405776555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/798470425405776555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/02/tem-dias-que-eu-olho-ao-meu-redor-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-2704013163847221419</id><published>2011-02-10T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T16:03:11.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Swan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GlXeVHNuoHQ/TVhxOguv0EI/AAAAAAAAAh0/T4JSThEJetY/s1600/black%2Bswan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GlXeVHNuoHQ/TVhxOguv0EI/AAAAAAAAAh0/T4JSThEJetY/s320/black%2Bswan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573329032989102146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A delicadeza e beleza do ballet se misturam com a grotesca realidade da loucura humana.&lt;div&gt;Então, o que prevalece no final?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Quando o desejo de se libertar te prende as mais fortes correntes e todos aqueles que deveriam te apoiar apenas continuam sussurado 'esforce-se mais'. Sem perceber você continua afundando até não poder mais ver a luz do dia. (Quando não consigo enxergar, o medo começa a se apoderar de minha mente. Eu realmente odeio isso. Odeio me perder dentro de mim.) Então só te resta fugir, correr o máximo que puder. Sair dessa realidade que te domina e te sufoca. Deixar seus sonhos tomarem vida diante de seus olhos e não mais saber quando está acordada ou não. (Minha realidade é tão sólida quanto a fumaça de meu cigarro.)  Mas a realidade continua ali, te chamando, gritando em seu ouvido. Você não desisti, continua fechando os olhos com força. Se é pra se esforçar que seja em algo te faça se sentir melhor. Só que você não é forte o suficiente, não é?! Agora as imagens se misturam e seus olhos não tem tanta certeza sobre o que estão vendo. (sinto vontade de gritar, mandar minha mente parar de girar.) Quando a sua vida te trás tanta dor, o que te faz continuar vivendo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O que te faz continuar vivendo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Teca Eickmann&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-2704013163847221419?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/2704013163847221419/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/02/black-swan.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/2704013163847221419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/2704013163847221419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/02/black-swan.html' title='Black Swan'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GlXeVHNuoHQ/TVhxOguv0EI/AAAAAAAAAh0/T4JSThEJetY/s72-c/black%2Bswan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-6351470989309764605</id><published>2011-02-04T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T14:25:22.272-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflita'/><title type='text'>Green Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TUx8UkgH72I/AAAAAAAAAhg/3bQefzVljzo/s1600/Green%2BGarden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TUx8UkgH72I/AAAAAAAAAhg/3bQefzVljzo/s320/Green%2BGarden.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569963531988103010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Alguém já se sentiu longe de todos aqueles que ama?&lt;div&gt;Alguém já se sentiu sem vontade nenhum de falar com quem quer que seja?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Eu só queria sair pelas ruas e esperar até que alguma coisa realmente aconteça e me tire dessa dormência eterna, mas isso não parece que vai acontecer. Minha rotina se ajusta e sigo todos os passos rigorosamente todos os dia. Acordo, tomo banho, escovo os dente e depois os cabelos. Vou para a escola sem tomar café, sento na mesma banca e finjo prestar atenção aos mesmos professores. As vezes venho pra casa e fico deitada a tarde toda, as vezes fico para assistir meus amigos almoçarem enquanto me dizem como eu deveria comer mais, seguimos para mais aulas. Volto pra casa, tomo banho, vou jantar e dormir. Todos os dias nada muda. Antes havia alguém que me fazia matar aula as vezes e me fazia almoçar sempre. Nas férias tinha alguém que vinha me deixar drogada só com sua presença enquanto rodávamos como crianças na grama. Mas agora não sobrou nada além de rotinas. No fim das contas, talvez eu não goste tanto assim delas, pois estão me deixando enjoada e irritada. Talvez a culpa seja minha, por não ter vontade de me levantar da cama, nem de comer, nem de rir, nem de lutar por nada. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu realmente queria que você me mostrasse que eu ainda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; tenho chance de brincar na grama com você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Teca Eickmann&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-6351470989309764605?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/6351470989309764605/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/02/green-garden.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/6351470989309764605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/6351470989309764605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/02/green-garden.html' title='Green Garden'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TUx8UkgH72I/AAAAAAAAAhg/3bQefzVljzo/s72-c/Green%2BGarden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-3117942140480842091</id><published>2011-02-02T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T16:14:05.834-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memórias não são só memórias'/><title type='text'>Sugar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TUnwLQNyFqI/AAAAAAAAAhY/ILFuYCyNLek/s1600/Sugar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TUnwLQNyFqI/AAAAAAAAAhY/ILFuYCyNLek/s320/Sugar.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569246490342332066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Uma vez falei aqui no CB que eu era viciada em rotinas. &lt;div&gt;Talvez isso explique algumas coisas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sabe quando você coloca muito açúcar em um suco e mesmo depois de drenar todo o líquido para dentro de si ainda sobra aquele restinho doce no fundo do copo? As vezes nós queremos tanto que algo dê certo que nos entregamos demais, exageramos nos esforços e esquecemos nossos limites. Então, de repente, tudo desmorona, mas você ainda não consegue enxergar o final com seus próprios olho, por que aquele resto de deliciosas lembranças ainda cegam você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Só que, para limpar um copo, basta passar água e pano, retirando tudo o que não deveria estar ali. Eu descobri que para limpar seus coração basta admitir que você já fez tudo o que pôde, já lutou de todas as formas e já deu todas as chances que podia. Chega um momento em que o cansaço se torna maior que qualquer sentimento. O amor, o ódio, a tristeza. Não tenho mais forças pra sentir nada disso. É hora de deixar o tempo levar consigo todas as doces memórias. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É hora de seguir em frente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Teca Eickmann&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-3117942140480842091?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/3117942140480842091/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/02/sugar.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/3117942140480842091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/3117942140480842091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/02/sugar.html' title='Sugar'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TUnwLQNyFqI/AAAAAAAAAhY/ILFuYCyNLek/s72-c/Sugar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-2612030945910183097</id><published>2011-01-31T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T15:26:31.817-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memórias não são só memórias'/><title type='text'>Fly Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TUc9Tv5pgCI/AAAAAAAAAgw/1GDhJZke0N0/s1600/Fly%2BAway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TUc9Tv5pgCI/AAAAAAAAAgw/1GDhJZke0N0/s320/Fly%2BAway.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568486873751978018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã vai ser um dia complicado.&lt;div&gt;Quando eu decidi evitar qualquer tipo de drama na minha vida, realmente achei que não seria tão difícil, sabe?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas agora que a minha maior fonte de drama está bem perto de me reencontrar, começo a pensar se vou conseguir... Quer dizer, eu tenho mania de voltar a minhas antigas rotinas com uma facilidade incrível.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas não vou desistir. Desta vez não vou ceder a minha natureza auto-destrutiva. É hora de seguir em frente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não, V., esse não é mais um post triste, é uma promessa de que eu vou lutar e seguir em frente. Será que quando tudo isso acabar eu ainda vou poder voltar correndo pra sua casa e talvez recomeçar nossa história? Acho que eu sou gananciosa demais por querer que você me espere, né?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"One day I'll fly away" (8)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Teca Eickmann&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.s.: Minhas férias acabam hoje, o que significa que não vou mais poder postar com tanta frequência. Espero paciência de todos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.p.s.: Meu Tumblr! &lt; &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href="&gt;http://tecaeickmann.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-2612030945910183097?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/2612030945910183097/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/01/fly-away.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/2612030945910183097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/2612030945910183097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/01/fly-away.html' title='Fly Away'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TUc9Tv5pgCI/AAAAAAAAAgw/1GDhJZke0N0/s72-c/Fly%2BAway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-3140812988349841669</id><published>2011-01-28T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T19:51:21.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth's Game.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TUOOF-kjaHI/AAAAAAAAAgc/0nwn4THbSy8/s1600/Hypocrisy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TUOOF-kjaHI/AAAAAAAAAgc/0nwn4THbSy8/s320/Hypocrisy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567449797706868850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sabe o que acabei de perceber?&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dizer que sente muito não ajuda. Nunca ajudou e nunca vai ajudar. Dizer que sente muito não muda o que aconteceu, não muda o que você fez. Implorar por desculpas não me fará te perdoar mais rápido. Então vamos fazer o seguinte: você pode guardar suas falsas lágrimas e poupar seus joelhos, vamos parar com seus jogos só por uma noite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sabe, meu jogo favorito é o 'Jogo da Verdade', então que tal apagarmos todas as luzes, fechamos a porta e as cortinas e soltar tudo o que tem dentro de nós? Por uma noite vamos perguntar tudo o que quisermos saber sem ter medo de parecer idiota, ou ingênuo. Vamos responder sem ter que pensar em como dividir a verdade. Vamos parar de mentir para nós mesmo quando dizemos que mentindo para não magoar um ao outro. Não tem mais como tirar vantagem disso. Já estamos feridos demais. Uma meia verdade é como esquecer por um minuto que o que queria era mentir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Então, que tal girar a garrafa para ver quem começa perguntando ou respondendo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Teca Eickmann&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 16px; "&gt;And all the best lies,&lt;br /&gt;They are told with fingers tied!&lt;br /&gt;So cross them tight,&lt;br /&gt;Won't you promise me tonight&lt;br /&gt;If it's the last thing you do, you'll get out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 16px; "&gt;I feel no sympathy,&lt;br /&gt;You lived inside a cave!&lt;br /&gt;You barely get by the rest of us,&lt;br /&gt;You're trying, there's no need to apologize,&lt;br /&gt;I've got no time for feeling sorry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wIsqOv4HXko" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 16px; "&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/7990525640458567052-3140812988349841669?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/3140812988349841669/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/01/truths-game.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/3140812988349841669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/3140812988349841669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/01/truths-game.html' title='Truth&apos;s Game.'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TUOOF-kjaHI/AAAAAAAAAgc/0nwn4THbSy8/s72-c/Hypocrisy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-7939101175791508206</id><published>2011-01-27T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T09:57:33.885-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entretenimento'/><title type='text'>Desafio.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TUHMxMPIyKI/AAAAAAAAAf8/yPHVs3oumoM/s1600/mf%2B2011%2B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 164px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TUHMxMPIyKI/AAAAAAAAAf8/yPHVs3oumoM/s320/mf%2B2011%2B4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566955759877015714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;Desafio do blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cspan%20class=" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cspan%20class=" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href="&gt;http://jenifferyara.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; display: inline !important; "&gt;&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meu outro lado.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;Descrição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nome&lt;/b&gt;: Tereza Eickmann B. da Cunha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;Idade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;: Dezesseis, quase dezessete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aniversário&lt;/b&gt;: 21/03&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Emprego&lt;/b&gt;: Estudante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Estado Civil&lt;/b&gt;: Indeterminado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;Onde vive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt; (casa ou apartamento): Apartamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Irmãos&lt;/b&gt;: Quatro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Animais&lt;/b&gt;: Na casa do meu pai, um labrador lindo. *-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fuma&lt;/b&gt;: Sim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bebe&lt;/b&gt;: Sim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Aparência -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Piercings&lt;/b&gt;: Mais de um furo na orelha e me preparando para o megabell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tatuagens&lt;/b&gt;: Não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aparelho nos dentes&lt;/b&gt;: Não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Roupas&lt;/b&gt;: Vestidos, saias, jeans. Varia sempre de acordo com a situação e com que vou encontrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cor dos olhos&lt;/b&gt;: Verde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cor do Cabelo&lt;/b&gt;: Castanho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Favoritos -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cor&lt;/b&gt;: Roxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Número&lt;/b&gt;: Cinco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Animal&lt;/b&gt;: Gato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Flor&lt;/b&gt;: Lírios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Comida&lt;/b&gt;: Sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sabor de Sorvete&lt;/b&gt;: Menta com chocolate. *-*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;Doce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;: Beijinho de côco. A única coisa de côco que eu gosto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bebida Alcoólica&lt;/b&gt;: Tequila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tipo de música&lt;/b&gt;: Rock, Rock Alternativo, Punk...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;Banda/artista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;: Paramore ou Slipknot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Música&lt;/b&gt;: Hurricane – 30 senconds to mars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Livro&lt;/b&gt;: Verônika decidi morrer (Paulo Coelho).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Filme&lt;/b&gt;: The Princess and The Frog. (L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;Programa de TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;: Seriados como “Pretty Little Liars” ou “Lie to Me”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Melhor amigo&lt;/b&gt;: Mais de um. (Marília, Alana, Vinícius, Alex.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dia da Semana&lt;/b&gt;: Sexta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;Esporte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;: Basquete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Vida Amorosa - &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulei essa parte por que ia ficar complicado demais. :S&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;- Outros - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sabe dirigir&lt;/b&gt;? Não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tem carro/ moto&lt;/b&gt;? Não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fala outra língua&lt;/b&gt;? Sim. Inglês e Espanhol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;Coleciona algo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;? Entrada de cinema, que eu vou muito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fala sozinha&lt;/b&gt;? Sim. Quando preciso decidir alguma coisa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;Se arrepende de alguma coisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;? Não é que me arrependa. Poderia ter feito diferente. Mas procuro não ficar pensando em como seria ‘se’...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;Religião&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;: Sou atéia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;Confia nas pessoas facilmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;? Não confio em quase ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Perdoa facilmente&lt;/b&gt;: Não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se dá bem com os teus pais&lt;/b&gt;? Minha mãe tem alguns problemas de entender que mudei, mas de forma geral, me dou bem com os dois.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;Desejo antes de morrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;: Viajar Conhecer o mundo todo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maior medo&lt;/b&gt;: Ver todos os meus segredos revelados..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;Maior fraqueza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;: Ajo muito sem pensar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Toca algum instrumento&lt;/b&gt;? Vou começar a aprender teclado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;- Alguma vez... -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Escreveu alguma poesia&lt;/b&gt;? Sim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cantou em público&lt;/b&gt;? Sim, enquanto uns amigo tocavam, eu cantei. Tenho pena dos que ouviram. y-y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fez alguma performance em palco&lt;/b&gt;? Sim. Já fiz aula de diversas danças, então sempre rolava apresentação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Andou de Patins&lt;/b&gt;? Sim, mas foi o pânico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Teve alguma experiência que quase morreu&lt;/b&gt;? Sim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sorriu sem razão&lt;/b&gt;? Sim, no meio das aulas, olhava pras amigas e todas começavam a rir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;Riu tanto que chorou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;? Quando junta a galera de novo sempre acontece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Como você está se sentindo hoje&lt;/b&gt;? Muita coisa em mente. Confusa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;O que te faz feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;? Estar junto daqueles que amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;Com que roupa está agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;? Um blusão, que mais parece um vestido. Acordei, tomei banho e vesti a coisa mais fácil. Não vou sair do quarto hoje de qualquer jeito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cabelo&lt;/b&gt;? Cacheado. Pessoalmente,acho um lixo. y-y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brincos&lt;/b&gt;? Nunca tiro meus brincos, nem troco. Primeiro furo, argola pequenininha e segundo furo, coração de cristal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Algo que você faça muito?&lt;/b&gt; Nessas férias, tenho comido muito... Internet 24hrs por dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Conhece alguém que faça aniversário no mesmo dia que você?&lt;/b&gt; Sim, uma das minhas melhores amigas, Marília. A do post sobre alma gêmea..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;Está confortável com o teu peso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt; Sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;- Acabe a frase - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gostaria de ser... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;Autosuficiente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;Eu desejo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt; Realizar meus maiores sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Muitas pessoas não sabem... &lt;/b&gt;O que se passa na minha cabeça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;Eu sou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt; Carente, ciumenta, manipuladora. Gosto de ter todo em meu comando. Também sou instável, impulsiva e vivo voltando atrás nas minhas decisões. Sou confusa demais para quem tenta me entender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;O meu coração é...&lt;/b&gt; Propriedade daqueles que merecem. Ele bate para ajudar aqueles que amo e que me amam também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.5pt; font-family:&amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Tahoma;color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;Mando esse desafio a tdos que quiser. Mas admito que gostaria que Carol, Dave e ViiUrquiza fizessem. :) Quem fizer me manda o link que eu posto aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-7939101175791508206?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/7939101175791508206/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/01/desafio.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/7939101175791508206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/7939101175791508206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/01/desafio.html' title='Desafio.'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TUHMxMPIyKI/AAAAAAAAAf8/yPHVs3oumoM/s72-c/mf%2B2011%2B4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-238851724619080706</id><published>2011-01-26T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T10:50:15.766-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memórias não são só memórias'/><title type='text'>Ready to Fight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TUD3UCs_OaI/AAAAAAAAAf0/4QkbruYaKsE/s1600/Ready%2Bto%2BFight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TUD3UCs_OaI/AAAAAAAAAf0/4QkbruYaKsE/s320/Ready%2Bto%2BFight.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566721063124941218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe, passei um mês fugindo de você, seja pessoalmente ou em meus pensamentos.&lt;div&gt;Eu até que estava indo bem nesse jogo de esconde-esconde. Mas ai meu tempo começou a acabar. Consigo me sentir batendo em um muro que construí durante esse tempo. Mas não consigo ver sua espessura, nem o que deixei por trás dele. Apenas não sei o que esperar dessa batida e isso é o que mais me assusta. Não saber o que esperar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É, realmente tenho problemas com surpresas, ou qualquer outra coisa que não posso controlar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isso é uma droga, sabia?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas desta vez eu não estou sozinha. Talvez esse pequeno mês tenha me ajudado a me armar com a arma mais forte. Moldei minha armadura de amigos e minha espada de novas possibilidades. Finalmente sinto que nada que você faça vai poder me atingir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas as minhas certezas estão sempre indo e voltando. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sou mesmo uma pessoa indecisa e 'de momento', não é?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As vezes odeio como alguns me lêem como um livro aberto. u_u&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Teca Eickmann&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-238851724619080706?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/238851724619080706/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/01/ready-to-fight.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/238851724619080706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/238851724619080706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/01/ready-to-fight.html' title='Ready to Fight'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TUD3UCs_OaI/AAAAAAAAAf0/4QkbruYaKsE/s72-c/Ready%2Bto%2BFight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-3045326338288169881</id><published>2011-01-21T19:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T19:09:43.881-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memórias não são só memórias'/><title type='text'>My Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTpKJeNiseI/AAAAAAAAAfo/2HLi3dIYnAQ/s1600/japa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTpKJeNiseI/AAAAAAAAAfo/2HLi3dIYnAQ/s320/japa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564841816158810594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Fazem quase dois anos. Por que será que parece mais tempo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Encontrei alguém com quem posso dividir todos os meus momentos. Alguém que não se importa de ficar comigo durante minhas constantes crises de choro. Alguém que me entende quando, de repente, paro de chorar e começo a rir. Alguém que me faz rir, me lembrando do lado bom de qualquer momento ruim que eu passar. Alguém que faz de tudo pra cuidar de mim, mas não me julga se eu fizer algo errado. Encontrei alguém que consegue se colocar no meu lugar, ás vezes melhor do que eu mesma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Não é isso que todos procuram?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não me importa o que as pessoas vão pensar, o que vão imaginar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não tenho mais medo de dizer que somos muito mais que amigas, mais que irmãs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Você é minha alma gêmea, sem que precisemos ser como qualquer outro casal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nunca deixe que ninguém diga o contrário, entendeu?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Sinto tanto a sua falta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;Se alguém disser que foi só uma história de verão, não se incomode, amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;Afinal, nesse país, o verão nunca acaba.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;Teca Eickmann&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p.s.: Vamos viajar por cinco dias, não sei se poderei postar antes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Boa semana a todos. Beijos de chocolate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-3045326338288169881?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/3045326338288169881/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-soul_21.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/3045326338288169881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/3045326338288169881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-soul_21.html' title='My Soul'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTpKJeNiseI/AAAAAAAAAfo/2HLi3dIYnAQ/s72-c/japa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-8480983608630822666</id><published>2011-01-20T19:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T19:53:50.869-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflita'/><title type='text'>Lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTkDM3lVByI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zD5gEH-sWsE/s1600/Lights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTkDM3lVByI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zD5gEH-sWsE/s320/Lights.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564482334206789410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As luzes da cidade parecem brincar com minha cabeça.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quanto mais longe estão, mais parecem piscar para mim, me chamando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas nunca me mostram como chegar até lá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A fumaça do meu cigarro embaça minha visão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas as luzes nunca somem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Teca Eickmann&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-8480983608630822666?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/8480983608630822666/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/01/lights_20.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/8480983608630822666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/8480983608630822666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/01/lights_20.html' title='Lights'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTkDM3lVByI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/zD5gEH-sWsE/s72-c/Lights.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-4718885015025853</id><published>2011-01-19T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T19:47:46.046-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflita'/><title type='text'>Fake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTfMEpgX8RI/AAAAAAAAAek/iWpzItbn8WI/s1600/Fake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTfMEpgX8RI/AAAAAAAAAek/iWpzItbn8WI/s320/Fake.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564140244872720658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vezes penso que você seja a pessoa certa pra mim, sabe. Sem todo esse fingimento, sem precisar inventar ou aumentar um sentimento para corresponder um suposto ideal que não sei quem determinou. Logo depois percebo que não daria certo. Isso faz de mim muito hipócrita? Será que isso significa que não pode existir um relacionamento totalmente verdadeiro sem que alguém saia machucado ou decepcionado?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Ou sou apenas eu sendo tão fraca?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Teca Eickmann&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p.s.: Conheçam meu &lt;a href="http://echocolatebitter.blogspot.com/"&gt;E.C.B.&lt;/a&gt;, a versão em inglês do C.B.!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-4718885015025853?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/4718885015025853/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/01/fake.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/4718885015025853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/4718885015025853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/01/fake.html' title='Fake'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTfMEpgX8RI/AAAAAAAAAek/iWpzItbn8WI/s72-c/Fake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-5136433637799971268</id><published>2011-01-18T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T16:21:57.602-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflita'/><title type='text'>Balcony.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTYNnq9NzbI/AAAAAAAAAeE/8MYPr_BpLXg/s1600/Balcony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTYNnq9NzbI/AAAAAAAAAeE/8MYPr_BpLXg/s320/Balcony.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563649364859932082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sentada na varanda de meu apartamento, sentindo o vendo bater em meus cabelos, agitando a fumaça de meu cigarro. Agitado, meu coração bate forte. Olho para baixo. As luzes da cidade, tão pequenas, ofuscam minha frágil visão. Estrelas na terra. Olho para cima. Parece que ofuscam as estrelas também.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sabe, dizem que para cada estrela no universo, existe uma pessoa morta. Então será que para cada estrela na terra existe uma pessoa viva?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Será que é por isso que me sinto ofuscada por essas estrelas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Teca Eickmann&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-5136433637799971268?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/5136433637799971268/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/01/balcony.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/5136433637799971268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/5136433637799971268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/01/balcony.html' title='Balcony.'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTYNnq9NzbI/AAAAAAAAAeE/8MYPr_BpLXg/s72-c/Balcony.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-6982115753044343098</id><published>2011-01-16T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T07:58:43.724-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memórias não são só memórias'/><title type='text'>Poison</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTOeBNRtZyI/AAAAAAAAAdU/l8CPDaQQnqo/s1600/Poison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTOeBNRtZyI/AAAAAAAAAdU/l8CPDaQQnqo/s200/Poison.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562963708313691938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;Mom, can you give me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;something to help me sleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It can be anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span title="Talvez um chá." style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe some tea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Ou um calmante." style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or a tranquilizer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Talvez um veneno." style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why not a poison?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--- Texto meramente ilustrativo ---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-6982115753044343098?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/6982115753044343098/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/01/poison.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/6982115753044343098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/6982115753044343098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/01/poison.html' title='Poison'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTOeBNRtZyI/AAAAAAAAAdU/l8CPDaQQnqo/s72-c/Poison.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-7685189791542619243</id><published>2011-01-16T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T17:14:23.713-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflita'/><title type='text'>Mirror</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTM8b6wEKTI/AAAAAAAAAdM/0I2NGxuKlSc/s1600/Mirrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTM8b6wEKTI/AAAAAAAAAdM/0I2NGxuKlSc/s320/Mirrow.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562856415057684786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As luzes da cidade refletiam em seus olhos negros enquanto brincávamos de confessar nossos pecados. A altura me deixava mais confortável, inatingível. Já você não podia olhar para baixo sem se sentir tonto. Eu gostava de me sentir isolada, em um lugar onde as pessoas não podiam me ver. Você odiava sentir que estava se arriscando, sentir-se em uma aventura. Apesar da grade que nos cercava, você não relaxava. Eu brincava e me apoiava na grade, para poder olhar lá pra baixo.&lt;div&gt;Nós eramos tão diferentes, mas nos davamos tão bem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando foi que tudo mudou?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando foi que virou tão importante querer mudar para parecer mais com o outro?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será que foi isso que nos destruiu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- História Fictícia -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; Esse lance de querer mudar pelos outros é loucura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Quer dizer, se alguém começou a gostar de você, foi pelo que você é. Os humanos inconscientemente buscam por algo que os complemente, não uma cópia de si mesmos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Então por que temos como primeiro impulso querer se adaptar a forma de vida do outro?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nunca deixem de ser o que são para agradar a outra pessoa que não vocês mesmos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Teca Eickmann&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-7685189791542619243?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/7685189791542619243/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/01/mirrow.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/7685189791542619243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/7685189791542619243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/01/mirrow.html' title='Mirror'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTM8b6wEKTI/AAAAAAAAAdM/0I2NGxuKlSc/s72-c/Mirrow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-7576676997620385417</id><published>2011-01-15T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T10:52:21.858-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memórias não são só memórias'/><title type='text'>Amor Real</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTKJeHQE9KI/AAAAAAAAAdE/qxCSnsxVXjM/s1600/Amor%2BReal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTKJeHQE9KI/AAAAAAAAAdE/qxCSnsxVXjM/s320/Amor%2BReal.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562659640191546530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Queria voltar no tempo. Não no tempo em que nós estávamos bem, não. Descobri que existe uma época em que eu era muito mais feliz, mesmo sem ter ninguém pra mim. Mesmo assim, nunca me sentia sozinha. Podia fazer mil coisas erradas e ficar de castigo toda semana, mas me sentia livre. Ao me lembrar disso, lágrimas invadem meus olhos. Ah, mas não tem nenhuma tristeza sobre aquela época. As lágrimas que escorrem são da mais pura alegria. Alegria de saber que, mesmo que aquele tempo tenha passado, não perdi o mas importante. Aquilo que me fez continuar vivendo, mesmo quando eu não queria mais. Aquilo que está sempre me segurando e me colocando pra cima. Sinto falta deles no mesmo colégio que eu todos os dias. Mas sei que nada vai nos fazer esquecer tanto amor. Por que esse é o único amor verdadeiro. É nisso que eu acredito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Obrigada, se teve uma coisa boa que fez por mim foi me lembrar de como eu posso ser feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Teca Eickmann&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-7576676997620385417?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/7576676997620385417/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/01/amor-real.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/7576676997620385417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/7576676997620385417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/01/amor-real.html' title='Amor Real'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTKJeHQE9KI/AAAAAAAAAdE/qxCSnsxVXjM/s72-c/Amor%2BReal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-3752846949915210618</id><published>2011-01-13T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T10:52:14.881-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><title type='text'>Night of the Hunter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TS-zWZqOnnI/AAAAAAAAAcU/cEcKtb_EsWE/s1600/1279884056_sharik-20-500x400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TS-zWZqOnnI/AAAAAAAAAcU/cEcKtb_EsWE/s320/1279884056_sharik-20-500x400_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561861262252351090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe, fiquei pensando por que não consigo te esquecer logo.&lt;div&gt;Fiquei avaliando meu sentimento. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Descobri uma coisa interessante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O fato de não conseguir te esquecer não tem mais nada a ver com o amor enorme que um dia senti. Todo o carinho e  cuidado que tinha por ti sumiram como fumaça. Não, não sumiram, se transformaram. O que antes era uma nuvem branquinha como algodão está poluído, e só me faz lembrar das grandes chaminés de indústrias. O nome disso é ódio. Está me consumindo e me destruindo. Não consigo te tirar da cabeça, você e sua nova namorada. Mas não é por ciúmes, nem te quero de volta, mas não consigo parar de desejar que passe pela mesma coisa que me fez passar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sei que disse que não te desejava mal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sei que disse ser indiferente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas a verdade é que eu espero muito que quebre a cara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas estou me esforçando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero te superar de todas as formas possíveis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero mesmo não sentir esse ódio negro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(163, 163, 163); line-height: 16px; "&gt;"Honest to God I will break your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 3px; color: rgb(163, 163, 163); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Tear you to pieces and rip you apart"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 3px; color: rgb(163, 163, 163); font-size: 13px; "&gt;(Night of the Hunter - 30stm)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 3px; color: rgb(163, 163, 163); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Teca Eickmann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-3752846949915210618?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TS-zWZqOnnI/AAAAAAAAAcU/cEcKtb_EsWE/s72-c/1279884056_sharik-20-500x400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-1586381500061593285</id><published>2011-01-10T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T10:52:07.680-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memórias não são só memórias'/><title type='text'>Set me FREE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TSt3zne8iUI/AAAAAAAAAcM/BRf_L-FMYNY/s1600/tumblr_le2osahRx21qcnvwso1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TSt3zne8iUI/AAAAAAAAAcM/BRf_L-FMYNY/s320/tumblr_le2osahRx21qcnvwso1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560669893574822210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse ano decidi deixar meus medos, inseguranças e, principalmente, meus erros pra trás.&lt;div&gt;Coisas que eu achei que seria fácil de me livrar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coisas que eu achei que já tinha superado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Então por que meu mundo ainda está desmoronando sobre minha cabeça?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas quer saber?!&lt;br /&gt;Não vou mais te deixar controlar minha felicidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou tomando o poder sobre meus sentimentos de volta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sei que pode demorar e que ainda vou sentir sua falta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sei que ainda vou me lembrar dos nossos bons momentos e querer chorar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas estou, oficialmente, me libertando de você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gostaria de pedir que não voltasse a me procurar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pode ter certeza que eu não o farei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não lhe desejo mal, nem lhe desejo bem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Indiferença vai ser a minha palavra pra você agora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obrigada pelos bons momentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora podemos esquece-los. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boa sorte na sua vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A minha, deixe que eu mesmo a faço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isso é mesmo um adeus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Teca Eickmann&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Não ia postar com música, mas depois tava ouvindo essa e não deu pra não postar. :~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IpZm1TstpjQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IpZm1TstpjQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TSt3zne8iUI/AAAAAAAAAcM/BRf_L-FMYNY/s72-c/tumblr_le2osahRx21qcnvwso1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-1616276451777175168</id><published>2011-01-03T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T10:51:58.632-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memórias não são só memórias'/><title type='text'>Ave Maria.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TSKOwehNq1I/AAAAAAAAAcE/dqDwF5C8ZNw/s1600/20090302203015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TSKOwehNq1I/AAAAAAAAAcE/dqDwF5C8ZNw/s320/20090302203015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558161853605849938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulei em um poço profundo,&lt;div&gt;Depois de tudo, me pareceu a melhor solução,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A frio fazia meus dedos formigarem,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Continuei nadando, em direção ao meu fim do poço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com o tempo, a dor em meus pulmões aumentou,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diminuiu a nos meus dedos na mesma velocidade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esperei que tudo ficasse escuro,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas o fundo do poço possuía um brilho dourado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi ai que notei as moedas que se acumulavam,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como um monte de sonhos esquecidos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afogados em lágrimas e mágoas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As imagens dos meus pedidos de criança surgiram em minha mente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O brilho enchia meus olhos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Refletia em cada parte de minha pele descoberta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só ai, que eu finalmente percebi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não quero ser só mais um sonho esquecido,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acordei assustada e atordoada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi tudo tão real,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meu quarto girava,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E minha roupas, molhadas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me levantei e troquei de roupa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nunca mais pensei naquele sonho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xp3JVN3PcmA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xp3JVN3PcmA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Teca Eickmann&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-1616276451777175168?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/1616276451777175168/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/01/ave-maria.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/1616276451777175168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/1616276451777175168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2011/01/ave-maria.html' title='Ave Maria.'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TSKOwehNq1I/AAAAAAAAAcE/dqDwF5C8ZNw/s72-c/20090302203015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-7563111850858996270</id><published>2010-12-26T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T20:05:03.296-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memórias não são só memórias'/><title type='text'>Old time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TRehNRefD5I/AAAAAAAAAb8/zI_vhkj6fQc/s1600/time_for_love__peace_and_joy_by_lpdragonfly-d35hpbf_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 196px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TRehNRefD5I/AAAAAAAAAb8/zI_vhkj6fQc/s320/time_for_love__peace_and_joy_by_lpdragonfly-d35hpbf_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555085914786434962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Como nos velhos tempo.&lt;div&gt;É um vício que impregna nas minhas roupas e em meus cabelos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Transpira pelos meus poros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Existem coisas que fazem parte de nós.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por mais que lutemos, é impossível nos livrar totalmente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Temos que aceitar a nossa essência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu pensei que tinha mudado, que não era tão impulsiva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas tudo ao meu redor estava como antigamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo o que eu amei tanto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As garrafas se espelhavam pelo salão de festas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O isqueiro se acende repetidamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A piscina na madrugada é tão convidativa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu disse que não faria isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estava decidida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como sou boba.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como nos velhos tempos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Teca Eickmann&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="560" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5ephTrdW1ls" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-7563111850858996270?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/7563111850858996270/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2010/12/como-nos-velhos-tempo.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/7563111850858996270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/7563111850858996270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2010/12/como-nos-velhos-tempo.html' title='Old time.'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TRehNRefD5I/AAAAAAAAAb8/zI_vhkj6fQc/s72-c/time_for_love__peace_and_joy_by_lpdragonfly-d35hpbf_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-6781118870873510561</id><published>2010-12-17T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T19:43:23.514-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><title type='text'>Perdão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TQwB0hyKK5I/AAAAAAAAAbw/S5kzRkbCcgo/s1600/em%2Bcima%2Bdo%2Bmuro..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TQwB0hyKK5I/AAAAAAAAAbw/S5kzRkbCcgo/s320/em%2Bcima%2Bdo%2Bmuro..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551814442574556050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Eu quero arriscar, quero te ter pra mim, mesmo que esteja me iludindo de novo.&lt;div&gt;Meu maior medo não é sofrer, é achar que eu escolhi algo, mas não aguentar o peso da decisão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Será que você me entende?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não posso ser o tipo de namorada super ciumenta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não posso assumir um compromisso sem confiança.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não é assim que eu quero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Será que você me entende?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Tô com medo de não decidir de verdade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não quero ficar em cima do muro para sempre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu já te perdoei, mas não sei se é suficiente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E agora?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Teca Eickmann &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-6781118870873510561?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/6781118870873510561/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2010/12/perdao.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/6781118870873510561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/6781118870873510561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2010/12/perdao.html' title='Perdão'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TQwB0hyKK5I/AAAAAAAAAbw/S5kzRkbCcgo/s72-c/em%2Bcima%2Bdo%2Bmuro..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-3528617678537507943</id><published>2010-12-07T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T11:59:06.630-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><title type='text'>Hello.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TP6RldGhI5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HGQ99bd3ybU/s1600/1279884056_sharik-20-500x400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548031863620182930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TP6RldGhI5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HGQ99bd3ybU/s320/1279884056_sharik-20-500x400_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ninguém sabe o quanto eu esperei pra ouvir você me falar isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imaginar tudo voltando a ser como era parece um paraíso,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas será que vale a pena apostar num futuro que imita o passado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Has no one told you she's not breathing?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faz sentido reler um mesmo livro e querer ver um final diferente?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu noto que há algo muito errado quando o novo parece mais seguro que o conhecido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't try to fix me I'm not broken!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O que vale mais a pena, amar ou ser amado?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Teca Eickmann&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-3528617678537507943?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/3528617678537507943/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2010/12/ninguem-sabe-o-quanto-eu-esperei-pra.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/3528617678537507943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/3528617678537507943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2010/12/ninguem-sabe-o-quanto-eu-esperei-pra.html' title='Hello.'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TP6RldGhI5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/HGQ99bd3ybU/s72-c/1279884056_sharik-20-500x400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-4723221818254616383</id><published>2010-11-24T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T11:20:58.308-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><title type='text'>Campo Minado</title><content type='html'>As vezes a dor nos cega. &lt;div&gt;Mas não se engane, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu não acredito nas suas juras de amor, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;não acredito no nosso futuro, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;não acredito em nada disso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas essa dor tem data marcada pra terminar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;desta vez eu não vou voltar atrás.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Então preste atenção, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e cuidado onde pisa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Você está num campo minado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;Teca Eickmann&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aZsX5uSj_3c?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aZsX5uSj_3c?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" 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title='Campo Minado'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-8497265127336161369</id><published>2010-11-09T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T10:50:59.799-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><title type='text'>Mentiras demais.</title><content type='html'>Não acredito mais. Foi mentira demais, falsidade demais.&lt;br /&gt;Pra que falar em amor, quando eu nunca exigi isso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sou o tipo de garota que gosta de ouvir declarações bobas e superficiais.&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade, nem gosto disso, me sinto intimidada, constrangida e até forçada a corresponder.&lt;br /&gt;Declarações de amor são para casais que estejam a algum tempo juntos, que se amem de verdade.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca se deve falar isso da boca pra fora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você está arrependido por tudo o que me fez passar?&lt;br /&gt;Espero que sonhe comigo todas as noites,&lt;br /&gt;que sinta seu peito queimar e sangrar tanto quanto eu senti.&lt;br /&gt;Será que você consegue perceber no tom da minha voz todo o desprezo que sinto quando te vejo?&lt;br /&gt;Consegue ver nos meus olhos toda a mágoa que transborda de dentro de mim?&lt;br /&gt;Se quer pode sentir a dor que emano dos meus poros?&lt;br /&gt;Se diz a verdade, mostre. Não fale mais nada, nem uma palavra.&lt;br /&gt;Pois, depois de tudo, não acredito em mais nada que saia da sua boca.&lt;br /&gt;Tente, desta vez, fazer o que não fez e me mostrar o que sente por ações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verdade é que, apesar do ódio, não posso te deixar ir embora.&lt;br /&gt;Não posso soltar sua mão ou me livrar dos seus braços.&lt;br /&gt;Estou esperando que você me mostre que mudou, me mostre que me quer.&lt;br /&gt;Quero que fique do meu lado e me abraçe quando eu estiver chorando.&lt;br /&gt;Quero que segure ainda mais forte minha mão.&lt;br /&gt;Não me deixe cair de novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas tome muito cuidado, por que sabe que tem outra pessoa, segurando levemente minha outra mão, e se você me soltar, talvez outra pessoa me segure.&lt;br /&gt;Eu realmente não sei o que vai acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não posso esperar pra sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, eu realmente amo você.&lt;br /&gt;Isso é uma droga mesmo, né?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Será que você ama ela como eu te amo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Teca Eickmann&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HY5xEXyVh_U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HY5xEXyVh_U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-8497265127336161369?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/8497265127336161369/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2010/11/mentiras-demais.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/8497265127336161369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/8497265127336161369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2010/11/mentiras-demais.html' title='Mentiras demais.'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-7779930312217734211</id><published>2010-09-19T16:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T10:49:06.943-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflita'/><title type='text'>A Neve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TJak_TnNwZI/AAAAAAAAAaY/XCg2sTTqDL8/s1600/neve-e-sangue.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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&lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&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-priority:99;  mso-style-qformat: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:11.0pt;  font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";  mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;  mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;  mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;  mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu nunca vi a neve, mas sempre a imaginei como pequenos flocos de cristais cintilantes que pendiam dos céus. Não sei exatamente por que, mas, em minha imaginação, ela não é fria, nem desconfortável de forma alguma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas então li algo que mudou um pouco minha percepção. Agora, quando penso na neve, me vem imediatamente a imagem de partículas que variam de um vermelho vivo a um preto opaco, despencando do céu, como se viessem do inferno. Quase posso sentir o cheiro de carne queimada e corações despedaçados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quantas vezes isso aconteceu? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quantas vezes nos, seres humanos, sujamos a natureza? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quantas vidas são necessárias para fazer nevar sangue?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"&gt;Podem me dizer que isso já aconteceu a muito tempo, que eu nem havia nascido ainda. Mas então, por que tenho a sensação de que ainda não acabou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"&gt;A ganância do homem nunca vai diminuir, nem a brutalidade no gesto de se colocar como mais importante que tudo. Até quando vamos continuar matando uns aos outros por tão pouco? Por minutos de glória? Afinal, a morte virá para todos, mais cedo ou mais tarde, o que faz do ato de acumular riquezas e conquistas sobre o cadáver de outros algo muito estúpido, na verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"&gt;Espero que um dia, todos os humanos possam entender que a guerra não vai nos levar à lugar nenhum. Então vou poder parar de sentir o cheiro apodrecido da destruição de si mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"&gt;Só para o caso de alguém ter ficado curioso, o que li foi ‘A menina que roubava livros’. Uma história que fala um pouco da guerra, um pouco de amor e muito sobre o poder das palavras. É interessante para nos, blogueiros, que gostamos de escrever. Pra mim foi especial. Foi quase impossível não imaginar minha família lá, já que meu avô e seus irmãos foram realmente participantes da guerra, pelo exército nazista, por obrigação, vale falar, e tiveram tudo destruído pelo bombardeio em Munique. Mas isso já outra história. Fica pra outra hora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 35.4pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"&gt;Teca Eickmann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-7779930312217734211?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/7779930312217734211/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2010/09/neve.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/7779930312217734211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/7779930312217734211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2010/09/neve.html' title='A Neve'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TJak_TnNwZI/AAAAAAAAAaY/XCg2sTTqDL8/s72-c/neve-e-sangue.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-4185213527267083754</id><published>2010-09-06T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T17:10:37.397-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflita'/><title type='text'>Eu sou.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TIWCwkIbHQI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/nXRm6j53MKY/s1600/eu+sou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513957089629379842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TIWCwkIbHQI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/nXRm6j53MKY/s320/eu+sou.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As veses as pessoas não são capazes de entender nossas decisões.&lt;br /&gt;Preferem acreditar que somos inocentes e estamos sendo enganadas à persebem que não somos tão perfeitas assim.&lt;br /&gt;As veses tomamos decisões baseadas em vontades não tão inocentes.&lt;br /&gt;Mas isso não faz de nós piores nem melhores que os outros.&lt;br /&gt;O mundo uma hora tem que perceber que não somos como todos gostariam.&lt;br /&gt;O mais importante é tentar ser como nós mesmo gostariamos de ser.&lt;br /&gt;O que não atinge o outro simplesmente não é da conta do outro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então parem de tentar me fazer mudar de ideia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Teca Eickmann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s.: Feliz dia do Sexo. Comemore com moderações e cuidado. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-4185213527267083754?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/4185213527267083754/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2010/09/eu-sou.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/4185213527267083754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/4185213527267083754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2010/09/eu-sou.html' title='Eu sou.'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TIWCwkIbHQI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/nXRm6j53MKY/s72-c/eu+sou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-3156732442263266972</id><published>2010-09-04T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T17:31:21.616-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><title type='text'>Me libertar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TILS-obO_AI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/-v2kKkthdag/s1600/me+libertar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513200867300277250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TILS-obO_AI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/-v2kKkthdag/s320/me+libertar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A chuva que bate no vidro da janela com tanta força não me deixa pensar.&lt;br /&gt;Ou talvez seja apenas eu mesma, batendo contra as janelas fechadas da minha alma.&lt;br /&gt;É como se eu ficasse presa dentro de uma casa com muros muito altos.&lt;br /&gt;Me libertar.&lt;br /&gt;Muros que me protegiam, ou me prendiam, não sei.&lt;br /&gt;Com o tempo isso não faz mais diferença.&lt;br /&gt;Por que todo muro tem uma extremidade onde se pode achar uma porta.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vou desistir de me libertar de mim mesma.&lt;br /&gt;Me libertar.&lt;br /&gt;O mundo lá fora está me chamando, eu posso ouvir.&lt;br /&gt;Só tenham um pouco de paciência.&lt;br /&gt;Esperem mais um pouco.&lt;br /&gt;Vou usar todas as minhas forçar e vou conseguir.&lt;br /&gt;Me libertar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ㅤㅤ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ㅤㅤ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ㅤㅤ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Teca Eickmann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-6328556668728831965?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/6328556668728831965/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2010/09/tenho-tanta-coisa-na-minha-cabeca-esta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/6328556668728831965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/6328556668728831965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2010/09/tenho-tanta-coisa-na-minha-cabeca-esta.html' title=''/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-6562236022952417560</id><published>2010-08-20T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T09:15:30.921-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflita'/><title type='text'>Precipício</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma dica, pra quem não me entende e não ouviu ainda: "Love the way you lie" - Eminem feat Rihanna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TG7Qk2nArfI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SM2OT-WTuxg/s1600/775598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507568725873700338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TG7Qk2nArfI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SM2OT-WTuxg/s320/775598.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje tava comendo um chocolate (amargo) e no final vi uma formiguinha, daquelas bem pequenas, grudada no papel dourado. Isso me fez pensar um pouco sobre algumas das minhas atitudes recentemente.&lt;br /&gt;Até quanto vale arriscar por um momento de satisfação?&lt;br /&gt;Até quando vale brigar pelo que deve ser seu?&lt;br /&gt;Até quanto vale chegar perto do precipício?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momentos de felicidade e prazer são importantes, são eles que nos fazem seguir em frente.&lt;br /&gt;Mas e se ter esses momentos seginifique exatamente não seguir?&lt;br /&gt;Momentos de felicidade e prazer valem ficar presa ao passado, numa rua sem saida?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu ainda não posso responder, mas estou tentando descobrir.&lt;br /&gt;Aqui deixo uma promessa:&lt;br /&gt;Quando descobrir, venho aqui avisar a vocês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Enquanto isso, reflitam. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Teca Eickmann&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/7990525640458567052-6562236022952417560?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/6562236022952417560/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2010/08/precipicio.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/6562236022952417560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/6562236022952417560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2010/08/precipicio.html' title='Precipício'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TG7Qk2nArfI/AAAAAAAAAYk/SM2OT-WTuxg/s72-c/775598.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-6375638586683571269</id><published>2010-08-15T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T16:21:57.597-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Bitter Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TGiAqkFuEMI/AAAAAAAAAYU/PT2h36olmvU/s1600/1219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505792013190959298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TGiAqkFuEMI/AAAAAAAAAYU/PT2h36olmvU/s320/1219.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocês devem lembrar que no dia 13 de julho eu escrevi sobre amor. Bom, desculpem, eu postei uma mentira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas tem mania de se iludir e se enganar, mas em algum ponto da vida, a cortina cai e a verdade aparece. Apartir deste momento a pessoa pode fechar os olhos com toda a força ou pode encarar os fatos e se conformar. Há ainda aquelas que encaram por muito tempo a verdade, acham que estão convencidos, mas na primeira faísca de esperança, fecham os olhos e se jogam de cabeça. O fato é que é muito difícil deixar toda essa ilusão de lado, pelo menos, totalmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, vocês sabem o que acontece quando se anda de olhos fechados? Acaba-se batendo em alguma barreira e se sai muito machucada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse não é só um desabafo, é pra vocês refletirem de verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TGiCJtvO-FI/AAAAAAAAAYc/nGJc8jOH0Xk/s1600/heart-broken.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505793647868573778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TGiCJtvO-FI/AAAAAAAAAYc/nGJc8jOH0Xk/s200/heart-broken.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Teca Eickmann&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/7990525640458567052-6375638586683571269?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/6375638586683571269/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2010/08/bitter-truth.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/6375638586683571269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/6375638586683571269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2010/08/bitter-truth.html' title='Bitter Truth'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TGiAqkFuEMI/AAAAAAAAAYU/PT2h36olmvU/s72-c/1219.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-1887348907696608887</id><published>2010-08-02T15:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T16:52:24.084-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><title type='text'>Welcome back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TFdVRexaA9I/AAAAAAAAAX8/eOoD_BON0zU/s1600/638090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TFdVRexaA9I/AAAAAAAAAX8/eOoD_BON0zU/s320/638090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500959228662776786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi a primeira vez que, no colégio novo, eu volto as aulas junto com todos. (Pra quem não sabe, eu mudei de colégio no meio do semestre.) Talvez por isso, me senti um pouco perdida.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez não exatamente perdida. Tinha medo de perceber como meus 'colegas de classe' dariam prioridade aos amigos que conhecem a mais tempo e fizessem (sem querer) com que eu me sentisse deslocada de novo, como uma novata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, eu sou bem insegura. Agora imaginem a minha surpresa quando todos falaram comigo. Até pessoas que eu não converso muito. Foi tudo como se as férias nunca tivessem passado (a não ser pelo sono geral).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As aulas já começaram pra valer e tudo está onde a gente deixou.&lt;br /&gt;Por mais difícil que seja acordar de manhã, reencontrar os amigos todos sempre vale a pena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boas aulas e boa sorte a todos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TFdV3luzaeI/AAAAAAAAAYM/gfCNguWO6Zc/s1600/s_u_01_10377_01_0255.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TFdV3luzaeI/AAAAAAAAAYM/gfCNguWO6Zc/s200/s_u_01_10377_01_0255.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500959883365935586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TFdV3cbVRoI/AAAAAAAAAYE/oL2U0QhgSYY/s1600/s_u_01_10376_01_0245255.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TFdV3cbVRoI/AAAAAAAAAYE/oL2U0QhgSYY/s200/s_u_01_10376_01_0245255.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500959880868349570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Teca Eickmann.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-1887348907696608887?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/1887348907696608887/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2010/08/welcome-back.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/1887348907696608887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/1887348907696608887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2010/08/welcome-back.html' title='Welcome back.'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TFdVRexaA9I/AAAAAAAAAX8/eOoD_BON0zU/s72-c/638090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-5069542111345262554</id><published>2010-07-18T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T10:52:42.432-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflita'/><title type='text'>Mar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495281094015927554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TEMpCi29RQI/AAAAAAAAAXs/qw_ICUfn98s/s320/onda.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre;font-size:85%;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O que é ser forte?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre;font-size:85%;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alguns dizem que é fazer tudo de seu jeito e não se importar com a opinião dos outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chamo isso de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;egoísmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre;font-size:85%;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alguns dizem que é ser capaz de passar por qualquer coisa e não sair ferido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chamo isso de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;frieza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre;font-size:85%;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ser forte? Pra mim, é assumir suas fraquezas. É senti-las, deixa-las fluir. Mas é também deixa-las partir e entender que elas vão mudando. Parte uma, chega outra, continuamente, como &lt;b&gt;as ondas do mar&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre;font-size:85%;" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não dá pra lutar contra o vento que formam as ondas e elas vem e vão quando a natureza quiser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Deixe a vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;fluir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 75px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 125px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495282271644940530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TEMqHF3l-PI/AAAAAAAAAX0/NDDJySakpe0/s200/praia.gif" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Teca Eickmann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.: &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Feliz Dia do Amigo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Especialmente para Alana, Alex, Marília, Lelesk, Moema, V. Rafael, Vitor V., Jussy, Pedro T., Thomas, João, Tuca, Pedro P. e Fernando. Amigos de hoje e amigos que não falo a um tempo, mas todos importantes. ♥&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/7990525640458567052-5069542111345262554?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/5069542111345262554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2010/07/mar.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/5069542111345262554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/5069542111345262554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2010/07/mar.html' title='Mar.'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TEMpCi29RQI/AAAAAAAAAXs/qw_ICUfn98s/s72-c/onda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-3034902966635558858</id><published>2010-07-17T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T10:52:56.241-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflita'/><title type='text'>Glee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495028828455694018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TEJDmwah7sI/AAAAAAAAAXc/uVcXXgY0OL0/s320/music.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;Quando eu era pequena, sonhava em ser cantora. Por isso era fácil me encontrar cantando uma música qualquer. O fato de eu decorar as letras muito facilmente me encorajava. Então eu cresci e as pessoas começaram a achar que eu já seria madura o suficiente para descobrir a verdade. O fato é que eu sou desafinada. Tudo bem, talvez as pessoas tenham me dito isso para que eu não me iludisse mais, para que eu pudesse manter minha mente em algo que realmente pudesse dar futuro.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mas não é exatamente sobre isso que quero falar. É sobre esse lance de que em certo estágio de vida as pessoas são obrigadas a enfrentarem verdades duras, que nos machucam, e são obrigadas a admitir sua impotências para o mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;Quando se é menor, é normal ficar pensando em como se vai ser independente e fazer tudo o que quer quando ficar adulto. Só que não é bem assim que funciona. Quanto mais velho ficamos, mas limitados nos tornamos. Para um bebê, qualquer coisa que ele faça é uma gracinha. Para um adolescente, é por que 'está na fase'. Mas quando se torna adulto, tudo o que é feito fora dos padrões é ridículo, é uma pessoa que não amadureceu ainda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;Será que todos os adultos devem ser sérios e rígidos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;Será que nada do que supostamente aprendemos na juventude vale para a vida adulta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;Eu só sei que quando fico triste ou só pensativa, ainda me tranco no meu quarto, coloco uma música bem alta e canto com toda a força. Ai de quem vir me atrapalhar! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 64px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 55px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495029634536671474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TEJEVrTNiPI/AAAAAAAAAXk/LsL3T2BRfSk/s200/Cat10.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;Teca Eickmann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;p.s.: O título do post é uma série da Fox, que eu gosto muito. Como não vou ser cantora, me empenho em conhecer o máximo possível sobre música. É meu vício.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-3034902966635558858?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/3034902966635558858/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2010/07/glee.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/3034902966635558858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/3034902966635558858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2010/07/glee.html' title='Glee!'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TEJDmwah7sI/AAAAAAAAAXc/uVcXXgY0OL0/s72-c/music.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-3844219442211818964</id><published>2010-07-16T13:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T19:55:48.313-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memórias não são só memórias'/><title type='text'>Friends that I loved.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TEDIkwdUUkI/AAAAAAAAAW8/gly0mzHgPD0/s320/friends.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494612079200719426" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(123, 123, 123); line-height: 16px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ontem tive um sentimento que não tinha a muito tempo e me lembrei que já havia escrito sobre isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Então decidi repassar o texto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(123, 123, 123); line-height: 16px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;'Ter ido visitar meu antigo colégio significou ver amigos das turmas abaixo, saber todas as novidades e sentir que não entrava naquele lugar há anos, apesar de só fazer uns seis meses. E então um ex namorado, um ex sonho e até um ex trabalho, que um dia era meu, mas agora estava sendo feito por outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(123, 123, 123); line-height: 16px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;E então, no momento seguinte, tudo volta ao antigo padrão. Eu converso com as mesmas pessoas em um recreio que não é mais realmente meu, falando sobre os mesmo assuntos banais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(123, 123, 123); line-height: 16px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;E meu celular toca, era hora de voltar. Minha mãe me esperava no portão. Um passo para o lado de fora e foi como se eu passasse pela barreira mágica que divide o mundo e meu antigo colégio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(123, 123, 123); line-height: 16px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;O sol encheu meus olhos, uma lagrima caiu. Eu sabia que ali fora tudo voltará ao estado atual. E o que aconteceu lá dentro parece um sonho levemente borrado. Ou será que eu o via na minha frente? Será que eram só as lagrimas que borravam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(123, 123, 123); line-height: 16px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Enxuguei, esfreguei os olhos e quando tornei a abri-los estava no meu novo colégio e vi por que eu não podia ficar lá atrás, no antigo. Por que o novo iria se tornar igualmente passado se eu não seguisse. Tinha de transformá-lo no presente o máximo de tempo possível. Talvez um milésimo de segundo?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif;color:#7B7B7B;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif;color:#7B7B7B;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TEDJOBrObDI/AAAAAAAAAXM/xHObKj58e0w/s200/nose3.gif" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 31px; height: 44px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494612788197092402" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Teca Eickmann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-3844219442211818964?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/3844219442211818964/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2010/07/friends-tha-i-loved.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/3844219442211818964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/3844219442211818964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2010/07/friends-tha-i-loved.html' title='Friends that I loved.'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TEDIkwdUUkI/AAAAAAAAAW8/gly0mzHgPD0/s72-c/friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-4979510978497844959</id><published>2010-07-15T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T10:53:29.344-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><title type='text'>Vermelha de Vergonha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TD9CvwSaVzI/AAAAAAAAAWk/wJKeZLG8nNE/s1600/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494183458598704946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TD9CvwSaVzI/AAAAAAAAAWk/wJKeZLG8nNE/s320/baby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;Eu sou do tipo tímida, sabe?! Daquelas que nunca vão falar com desconhecidos, incluindo garçons, a menos que seja totalmente indispensável &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;ou quando o álcool ajuda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mas ainda há uma situação que eu odeie ainda mais: quando é pra perguntar algo ao professor. Odeio isso não só por ter que falar alto o suficiente para toda a turma ouvir, mas também por que isso significa admitir em alto e bom tom que eu não entendi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;A solução que eu achei foi usar um amigo muito generoso e paciente para essas situações. Sempre que tenho uma dúvida, pergunto a ele e ele repete a pergunta em voz alta, faz isso sempre sem reclamar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="WHITE-SPACE: pre" class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mas eu sei que isso não está certo, sei que preciso tomar coragem para falar por mim mesma, só não sei como! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;Alguém me ajuda?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;Então esse é um post de S.O.S.! .-.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 85px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494184374976671474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TD9DlGD8bvI/AAAAAAAAAW0/sXpDwd9SE3o/s200/0667w1_11n.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;Teca Eickmann&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/7990525640458567052-4979510978497844959?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/4979510978497844959/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2010/07/vermelha-de-vergonha.html#comment-form' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/4979510978497844959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/4979510978497844959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2010/07/vermelha-de-vergonha.html' title='Vermelha de Vergonha.'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TD9CvwSaVzI/AAAAAAAAAWk/wJKeZLG8nNE/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-2660261345305904562</id><published>2010-07-13T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T10:54:19.058-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><title type='text'>Let's talk abaut love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TDzmnZLQ2jI/AAAAAAAAAVs/DrjxEczHWII/s1600/3590361293_65377be4c7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TDzmnZLQ2jI/AAAAAAAAAVs/DrjxEczHWII/s320/3590361293_65377be4c7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493519209932577330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andei lendo meus posts antigos e percebi que nem se quer uma vez eu escrevi algo bom sobre o amor.&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade, amanhã iria fazer um ano que eu não dedicava um post para o assunto.&lt;br /&gt;Então está na hora de falar algo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A um ano atrás eu tinha desisto do amor. Sim, desistido de verdade. Tinha decido criar milhões de amigos, de qualquer sexo, me tornar mais íntimas de uns e menos de outros, mas nunca mais, NUNCA, voltar a amar alguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava até indo bem nisso, afastava qualquer atração maior que surgisse por alguém e cultivava a irmandade e algumas amizades coloridas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não posso dizer que me arrependo, de jeito nenhum. Nesse período eu aprendi que procurar em cada humano, uma possível alma gêmea não iria me levar a nada, e que amigos podem ser tão bons ou até melhores que um relacionamento amoroso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas havia uma falha nos meu planos, uma falha que de tão obvia passa a ser normalmente ignorada. Amizade é um relacionamento que exige o mais puro dos amores e, principalmente, é da amizade que surge principio do amor, da forma que conhecemos mais. E quando isso acontece, o que se tem a fazer é &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;fechar os olhos e pular do precipício confiante de que se pode voar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi mais ou menos isso que aconteceu, como já devem imaginar.&lt;br /&gt;Um ano depois posso dizer que valeu a pena desistir pra ver que há esperança.&lt;br /&gt;Um ano depois posso dizer, mesmo ficando toda vermelha de vergonha...&lt;br /&gt;Um ano depois posso dizer, com todo o meu coração, eu te amo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TDzhtkVl9LI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Dk66dYj7R8c/s1600/heart.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 18px; height: 23px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TDzhtkVl9LI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Dk66dYj7R8c/s200/heart.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493513818449769650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teca Eickmann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ah, Feliz dia do ROCK, people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;Se bem que, pra mim, todo dia é. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;(Pode não parecer, mas eu escuto muito rock e pouco pop, juro!)&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/7990525640458567052-2660261345305904562?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/2660261345305904562/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2010/07/lets-talk-abaut-love.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/2660261345305904562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/2660261345305904562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2010/07/lets-talk-abaut-love.html' title='Let&apos;s talk abaut love.'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TDzmnZLQ2jI/AAAAAAAAAVs/DrjxEczHWII/s72-c/3590361293_65377be4c7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-163396491765886706</id><published>2010-06-29T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T09:13:13.216-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><title type='text'>Valer a Pena?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TCt6JFnCMTI/AAAAAAAAAVc/7iDuQsIBlW8/s1600/2037297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 199px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TCt6JFnCMTI/AAAAAAAAAVc/7iDuQsIBlW8/s320/2037297.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488614867424391474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha mãe vive me dizendo&lt;br /&gt;"As vezes você é obrigada a fazer certas coisas, então você tem duas opções, pode ficar chateada e estragar tudo, ou pode se esforçar e fazer valer a pena."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fico pensando nisso por muito tempo, principalmente quando estou sendo obrigada a fazer algo, ou, como é agora, a estar em um lugar onde não queria estar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu tô tão cansada de tentar fazer valer que, só por um segundo, eu queria poder desistir e dar um tempo. Sabe, tem coisas que não dá pra mudar sozinha, seria bom, uma vez, sentir que as outras pessoas se importam também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai, eu tô irritada e com cólica, então esqueçam o que eu disse, posso estar só falando besteiras, mas é culpa dos hormônios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijoos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TCqKjwkwYPI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/h9T1l3c5Klo/s1600/th_mini131.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 48px; height: 52px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TCqKjwkwYPI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/h9T1l3c5Klo/s200/th_mini131.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488351442843492594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teca Eickmann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-163396491765886706?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/163396491765886706/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2010/06/valer-pena.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/163396491765886706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/163396491765886706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2010/06/valer-pena.html' title='Valer a Pena?!'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TCt6JFnCMTI/AAAAAAAAAVc/7iDuQsIBlW8/s72-c/2037297.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-5025253322891911528</id><published>2010-06-26T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T09:13:35.391-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflita'/><title type='text'>Inalcansável</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TCaPemd5hqI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Xbwi1gfJDUQ/s1600/1795103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 177px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TCaPemd5hqI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Xbwi1gfJDUQ/s320/1795103.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487230951882327714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que será que quanto mais a gente procura por uma coisa, mas difícil é de a gente achar? Parece até que é de propósito. Dá vontade de dar uma de criança e ficar gritando, pulando e esperneando até conseguir o que quer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a gente sabe que não é assim que funciona. Além do mais, eu nunca tive coragem de fazer isso nem quando criança, quanto mais agora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O lance é que a gente acaba colocando tanto expectativa sobre uma coisa que acaba fantasiando mais do que a realidade e é por isso que o objeto de desejo fica tão longe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então fica a dica:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando você começar a se preocupar de nunca conseguir o que quer, pense se você está sento razoável e realista no seu desejo. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, Boa Copa para todos. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TCaOCNS_yYI/AAAAAAAAAU4/59HzzOcglyY/s1600/minicogumelos.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 26px; height: 9px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TCaOCNS_yYI/AAAAAAAAAU4/59HzzOcglyY/s200/minicogumelos.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487229364577749378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Teca Eickmann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-5025253322891911528?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/5025253322891911528/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2010/06/por-que-sera-que-quanto-mais-gente.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/5025253322891911528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/5025253322891911528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2010/06/por-que-sera-que-quanto-mais-gente.html' title='Inalcansável'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TCaPemd5hqI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Xbwi1gfJDUQ/s72-c/1795103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-3473213446965420512</id><published>2010-05-26T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T09:14:02.606-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><title type='text'>Restart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/S_27-C101eI/AAAAAAAAAUg/z3zSHgVdUvs/s1600/imback.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 176px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/S_27-C101eI/AAAAAAAAAUg/z3zSHgVdUvs/s320/imback.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475739396541306338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nãão, isso não é uma puta falta de sacanagem, e por favor, eu sei que faz tempo que eu não posto nesse blog, mas, por favor, ninguém vá me xingar (muito) no twitter! y.y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, ok, parei. Eu até gosto da banda restart.  &lt;img border="0" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/evelynregly/minicutes/mini6.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não é sobre ela que eu vou falar. Não. Na verdade eu vim falar sobre minha decisão de recomeçar a escrever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, não tem exatamente um motivo. Acho que estou precisando desabafar um pouco sobre as coisas. Sabe, o maior problema de só andar com garotos no colégio é que não dá pra conversar sobre muita coisa. Não que eu esteja reclamando, longe de mim. Não é nada que não possa ser resolvido com um lindo blog ativo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, é basicamente por isso que eu voltei a escrever. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, ontem foi dia do nerd, então.. Feliz Dia do Nerd.  &lt;a href="http://www.evelyns-place.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a168/evelynregly/minicutes/heart4.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu tô viciada em "My life as Liz", eu e minha mãe. .-."&lt;br /&gt;Mtv lovers total aqui em casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, é isso. Se ainda existe alguém que visita esse troço, comente. :*&lt;br /&gt;Volto a escrever quando realmente tiver o que dizer. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, explicação pra foto do início do post. Na moral, eu ri muito quando vi essa imagem. Desculpa se alguém for religioso e coisa e tal. .-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Teca Eickmann.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-3473213446965420512?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/3473213446965420512/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2010/05/restart.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/3473213446965420512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/3473213446965420512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2010/05/restart.html' title='Restart.'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/S_27-C101eI/AAAAAAAAAUg/z3zSHgVdUvs/s72-c/imback.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-4732350440976869311</id><published>2010-05-23T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T09:14:34.823-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><title type='text'>volta.</title><content type='html'>Só vim avisar que vou voltar.&lt;br /&gt;Se alguém ainda visitar esse blog abandonado, pode esperar.&lt;br /&gt;Ele estará reativado até o fim da semana. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com carinho,&lt;br /&gt;Teca Eickmann. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-4732350440976869311?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/4732350440976869311/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2010/05/volta.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/4732350440976869311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/4732350440976869311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2010/05/volta.html' title='volta.'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-213326142533948110</id><published>2010-01-13T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T10:50:58.000-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflita'/><title type='text'>Rio.* ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/S05lK_pRE3I/AAAAAAAAASE/OP5uDm4ROsA/s1600-h/IMGP5877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426385840585642866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/S05lK_pRE3I/AAAAAAAAASE/OP5uDm4ROsA/s320/IMGP5877.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Acabo de voltar de uma viagem ao Rio de Janeiro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Que lugar lindo, não?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas o que me deixa intrigada é como as coisas mudam..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alguém aqui nunca ouviu falar em Copacabana?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Acho que não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas quantos de vocês sabe que o bairro está em processo de decadência?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As lindas casas da era colonial não estão mais como eram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A praia, tão linda, teve seu mar poluido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gente, não é brincadeira, não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No domingo a praia estava lotada de gente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E na segunda, a mar estava todo sujo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Meu apelo final: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A cidade é de vocês, gente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Morando lá ou não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cuidem dela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Think abaut.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hachi Eick.&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/7990525640458567052-213326142533948110?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/213326142533948110/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2010/01/acabo-de-voltar-de-uma-viagem-ao-rio-de.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/213326142533948110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/213326142533948110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2010/01/acabo-de-voltar-de-uma-viagem-ao-rio-de.html' title='Rio.* ~'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/S05lK_pRE3I/AAAAAAAAASE/OP5uDm4ROsA/s72-c/IMGP5877.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-3828705231294740615</id><published>2010-01-02T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T10:50:52.074-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><title type='text'>Old New Year* ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/Sz-JjO4QaiI/AAAAAAAAAR8/bpCe1BwXdVY/s1600-h/dfsfdsf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422203714759846434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/Sz-JjO4QaiI/AAAAAAAAAR8/bpCe1BwXdVY/s320/dfsfdsf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais um ano se passou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O grande problema de viradas de ano são as retrospequitivas pessoais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pelo menos no meu caso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sou o tipo de pessoa que sempre fica remoendo o passado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E sempre acha alguma coisa que poderia ter feito diferente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E sempre acaba arrependida da metada das coisas que faz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma das cousas disso, provavelmente é o fato que eu tenho mania de fazer as coisas sem pensar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me deixando levar pelos impulsos, e pelo alcool, algumas vezes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bom, aqui estão minha metas para esse ano:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Manter distancia de caras comprometidos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se um deles quer algo com você, não significa que você seja melhor que a linda namorada dele. Só que ele é safado demais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Não beber mais. Só, talvez, um cerveja. Estar bêbada não é legal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Não procurar só por relacionamentos sempre agitados, pois nem sempre agitação é sinonimo de diversão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Favor não me julgar pelo que já passou&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hachi Eick&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/7990525640458567052-3828705231294740615?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/3828705231294740615/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2010/01/mais-um-ano-se-passou.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/3828705231294740615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/3828705231294740615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2010/01/mais-um-ano-se-passou.html' title='Old New Year* ~'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/Sz-JjO4QaiI/AAAAAAAAAR8/bpCe1BwXdVY/s72-c/dfsfdsf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-7709121121386696369</id><published>2010-01-01T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T10:50:41.167-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><title type='text'>New Year.*~</title><content type='html'>Primeiro post do ano.&lt;br /&gt;Eu mal consigo raciocinar.&lt;br /&gt;Não, eu não estou bebada.&lt;br /&gt;Ontem sim, eu estava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o cansaço é tanto que eu nem consigo dormir direito.&lt;br /&gt;É, eu tenho esse problema...&lt;br /&gt;Alguém sabe a solução para isso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy New Year&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hachi Eick.&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/7990525640458567052-7709121121386696369?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/7709121121386696369/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/7709121121386696369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/7709121121386696369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year.html' title='New Year.*~'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-8985960413076637101</id><published>2009-12-10T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T09:15:58.144-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflita'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas* ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/SyFpD5zQy5I/AAAAAAAAAR0/y-L2MYcYhOY/s1600-h/merry_christmas_2007_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413723742852402066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/SyFpD5zQy5I/AAAAAAAAAR0/y-L2MYcYhOY/s320/merry_christmas_2007_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Natal, ah, o Natal..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A festa que celebra o nascimento de Cristo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não quero causar polêmica, eu juro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas, pra mim, o Natal era uma festa meio vazia de significado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu, particularmente não acredito em Deus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não tenho nada contra quem acredita, nem sou o tipo de pessoa que fica tentando convencer as pessoas de que Ele não existe. Claro que não, até por que eu não gosto quando alguns religiosos tentam me convencer de que Ele existe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para ser sincera, temos que admitir que fanatismo religioso não é nada saudavel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alias, tenho que reformular: Qualquer tipo de fanatismo não é saudavel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas acabei fugindo do assunto..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comodisse, o Natal &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;era&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; uma festa meiovazia de significado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas eu tratei de pesquisar e achei o real significado do Natal, que vai muito além da religião.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Natal simboliza a união das pessoas, o prazer de fazer algo de bom para os outros, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não soua maior fã do Natal, por ele ter sido muito comercializado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas eu adoro o significado do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;meu Natal!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feliz Natal a todos!&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hachi Eick&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/7990525640458567052-8985960413076637101?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/8985960413076637101/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/8985960413076637101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/8985960413076637101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas* ~'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/SyFpD5zQy5I/AAAAAAAAAR0/y-L2MYcYhOY/s72-c/merry_christmas_2007_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-2389803014458672783</id><published>2009-11-07T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T09:16:36.609-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><title type='text'>Halloween * ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Feliz dia das bruxas! ♥&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou apaixonada pelo halloween.&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente adoro uma desculpa pra ser macraba. (fato)&lt;br /&gt;E é no halloween que eu mais me apaixono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então essa é a hora da minha confição:&lt;br /&gt;Meu maior fetiche são vampiros. :$¹²³²¹³¹²&lt;br /&gt;Aintes que alguém fala qualquer coisa,&lt;br /&gt;Não, isso não começou só depois de eu ler crepusculo. ¬¬"&lt;br /&gt;Não é algo voluntário..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez por isso minha área mais sensivel ao toque seja o pescoço. :$²³¹²³¹²³²¹³¹²³¹²³¹²³&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica ai a dica pra se algum louco quiser me conquistar.&lt;br /&gt;(Só louco pra querer me conquistar. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kiss Kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;* ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hachiko Eickmann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-2389803014458672783?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/2389803014458672783/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/2389803014458672783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/2389803014458672783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween * ~'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-4835595372523803253</id><published>2009-10-22T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T09:17:31.160-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entretenimento'/><title type='text'>Nomes e Nomeclaturas* ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/SuDQai6z6tI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/kQJMrPwwZuo/s1600-h/nanaicecream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395541508058507986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/SuDQai6z6tI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/kQJMrPwwZuo/s320/nanaicecream.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Estou oficialmente mudando (novamente) meu nome/nickname para Hachiko Eickmann (ou Hachi Eick, para os mais intimos). E aqui estão os motivos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Primeiro, e mais facil de entender, Eickmann é meu verdadeiro sobrenome. Sou alemã, por isso o sobrenome diferente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hachiko é o apelido de uma das personagens principais do mangá "Nana" de Ai Yazawa. A série conta a história de duas garotas de diferentes personalidades, ambas chamadas Nana, que acabam se tornando amigas "por obra do destino".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nana Komatsu&lt;/b&gt; é uma jovem comum. Gosta de sair para as compras, conversar e namorar. Seu jeito infantil e dependente faz todos a seu redor se aproximarem e se preocuparem. seu sonho e viver com seu namorado e conquistar a tão sonhada independência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nana Osaki&lt;/b&gt; é uma jovem incomum. Seu estilo gótico-punk e beleza a destacam em meio a multidão. Dona de uma voz poderosa vocalista de uma banda de punk-rock, Seu objetivo é se mudar para a capital japonesa e viver de sua música lá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Para não confundir Nana Osaki passa a chamar a colega de Hachiko, nome comum para cachorros (e que significa oito em japonês), já que ela, a Komatsu, e obedinte e boazinha como uma cachorrinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu comecei a ler esse mangá junto com uma amiga. De estilo de roupa eu sou muito mais punk que a minha amiga, mas em estilo de jeito de ser, sou idêntica a Hachiko, e inha amiga é idêntica a Nana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Por isso estou mudando o nome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hachiko é um nome que é realmente importante pra mim. E acho que vale a pena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Espero a compreenção de vocês.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Beijos.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hachiko Eickmann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;p.s.: Leiam o mangá, é muiiiito bom! ♥&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/7990525640458567052-4835595372523803253?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/4835595372523803253/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/10/nomes-e-nomeclaturas.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/4835595372523803253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/4835595372523803253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/10/nomes-e-nomeclaturas.html' title='Nomes e Nomeclaturas* ~'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/SuDQai6z6tI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/kQJMrPwwZuo/s72-c/nanaicecream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-1761016918673569414</id><published>2009-10-11T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T09:18:15.274-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflita'/><title type='text'>Nobel, é?* ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/StHlv4gky8I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/-bZ4dtqQKU0/s1600-h/obama-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391342839724821442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/StHlv4gky8I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/-bZ4dtqQKU0/s320/obama-08.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O presidente americano Barack Obama ganhou o Nobel da Paz 2009.&lt;br /&gt;Tá ai uma coisa que eu demorei pra entender..&lt;br /&gt;Será que o mundo tá tão lascado que agora se dá Nobel pra alguém que tem muitos &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;projetos bons&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho nada contra o Obama, não meesmo. Mas assim que vi a notícia fiquei meio chocada.&lt;br /&gt;Só depois entendi, que isso pode ser uma forma de "obriga-lo" a comprir com os projetos.&lt;br /&gt;E também, minha mamãe me explicou, ainda há muitos americanos, conservadores e/ou preconceituosos, que são contra o Obama, e ficam tentando sabotar ele, mas depois desse prémio, vai ficar mais dificil, e o Obama vai poder cumprir com os combinados livremente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E também, o cara já chegou carregando uma carga tremenda, né?!&lt;br /&gt;Tendo que limpar todo a sujeira do Bush..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bom, então agora é esperar que o Obama faça por onde merecer esse Nobel!* &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:85%;"&gt;Miss Mab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="VISIBILITY: visible" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="VISIBILITY: visible" id="search"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-1761016918673569414?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/1761016918673569414/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/10/nobel-e.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/1761016918673569414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/1761016918673569414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/10/nobel-e.html' title='Nobel, é?* ~'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/StHlv4gky8I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/-bZ4dtqQKU0/s72-c/obama-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-815722039118892771</id><published>2009-10-03T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T09:20:21.441-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entretenimento'/><title type='text'>Music is my soul!* ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/SsekhFBU2VI/AAAAAAAAAQs/RhrYzaM17rw/s1600-h/OgAAAKNLa-f3kgJRclWmG-SHvGcm6rSv_JXHhLt-h8cF56ZH-l9lr5CB_TD8oZunLxl9-YQW7lJ9NLtosCrppbfGZu8Am1T1UG13hY3A4z2CTVyeauQMOpONrJ78.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388456367362464082" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/SsekhFBU2VI/AAAAAAAAAQs/RhrYzaM17rw/s320/OgAAAKNLa-f3kgJRclWmG-SHvGcm6rSv_JXHhLt-h8cF56ZH-l9lr5CB_TD8oZunLxl9-YQW7lJ9NLtosCrppbfGZu8Am1T1UG13hY3A4z2CTVyeauQMOpONrJ78.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje eu refiz minha playlist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Esse ursinho vermelho ai do lado. :~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E, só depois foi que eu reparei numa coisa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Minha playlist tem cinco idiomas diferentes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E sabe como ela ficou assim?&lt;br /&gt;(pouco provavel que vocês saibam, já que eu ainda não falei. daã)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tem músicas em português, afinal, é nossa lingua oficial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tem músicas em inglês, afinal é a lingua mais usada no mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas ai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tem músicas em alemão, só para honrrar meu sangue (sou decendente de alemão)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tem músicas em espanhol, a esposa de meu pai é peruana, e me apresentou Shakira, antes dela ficar famoso internacionalmente, ainda as músicas em espanhol, que eu prefiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E ainda tem músicas em francês, pois em uma competição que participei conheci amigos que viriam á ser realmente importantes, e esses eram franceses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É incrivel como a gente pode conhecer tantas coisas diferentes, é só se deixar conhecer, não é?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Segue a baixo a playlist:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Green Day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~ 21 guns (in)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tokio Hotel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~ Ready, set, go (in)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~ 1000 meere (al)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~ Rette mich (al)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BB Brunes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~ Dis moi (fr)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~ Mr Hyde (fr)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~ Le gang (fr)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Paramore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~ Misery business (in)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~ Decode (in)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~ For a pessimist, I'm a pretty optimistic (in)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~ crushcrushcrush (in)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pitty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~ Me adora (po)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~ Pulsos (po)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shakira &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~ She wolf (in)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~ Las de la intución (es)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~ Dia de enero (es)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So open your mind for the word!* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;"&gt;Miss Mab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s.: Favor ler o texto acima dos post, e me ajudeem. Respondam por comentário.&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/7990525640458567052-815722039118892771?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/815722039118892771/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/10/music-is-my-soul.html#comment-form' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/815722039118892771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/815722039118892771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/10/music-is-my-soul.html' title='Music is my soul!* ~'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/SsekhFBU2VI/AAAAAAAAAQs/RhrYzaM17rw/s72-c/OgAAAKNLa-f3kgJRclWmG-SHvGcm6rSv_JXHhLt-h8cF56ZH-l9lr5CB_TD8oZunLxl9-YQW7lJ9NLtosCrppbfGZu8Am1T1UG13hY3A4z2CTVyeauQMOpONrJ78.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-4001558354731971001</id><published>2009-10-02T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T10:56:17.602-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Selos'/><title type='text'>Selos!* ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/Ssefb3bcieI/AAAAAAAAAQk/h9TeXfpfpNY/s1600-h/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 290px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388450780256438754" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/Ssefb3bcieI/AAAAAAAAAQk/h9TeXfpfpNY/s320/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;○ Qual a situaçao que voce gostaria de registrar mas acha que é praticamente impossivel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;•&lt;/span&gt; Um eclipse solar, daqueles de filme, que de repende fica tudo escuro!&lt;br /&gt;É impossivel por que um eclipse solar não fica escuro. i-i"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 288px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388450018810001250" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/Sseevi0d92I/AAAAAAAAAQc/G7EL0CfzANc/s320/OgAAAKNLa-f3kgJRclWmG-SHvGcm6rSv_JXHhLt-h8cF56ZH-l9lr5CB_TD8oZunLxl9-YQW7lJ9NLtosCrppbfGZu8Am1T1UG13hY3A4z2CTVyeauQMOpONrJ78.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;○ Qual seu hábito mais saudavel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;•&lt;/span&gt; Eu adoro fazer exercícios! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quem me passou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://comumamiga.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Rogue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pra quem eu repasso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.energiasimpatica.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Energia Simpática&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://tempo-horario.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Temporário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bocadekabide.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Boca de Cabide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://jenifferyara.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Simplesmente Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://etccoisaetal.blogspot.com/2009/09/flores-meu-encanto.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Etc.. Coisa e Tal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://juliano-sorrirchorando.blogspot.com/"&gt;Terra do Nunca&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's it!* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Miss Mab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-4001558354731971001?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/4001558354731971001/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/10/selos.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/4001558354731971001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/4001558354731971001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/10/selos.html' title='Selos!* ~'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/Ssefb3bcieI/AAAAAAAAAQk/h9TeXfpfpNY/s72-c/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-2625827519022140410</id><published>2009-09-20T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T09:20:39.704-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflita'/><title type='text'>Pessoas com personalidades pessoais!* ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/SrvnJkyrJ0I/AAAAAAAAAPc/_za2foOV1eI/s1600-h/1233544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385151931132618562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/SrvnJkyrJ0I/AAAAAAAAAPc/_za2foOV1eI/s320/1233544.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Em uma sociedade que se diz moderna e livre, é incrível como as pessoas ainda são tão limitadas. Chamo de limitadas as pessoas que não são capazes de entender o direito de liberdade alheio e que são incapazes de ver a força de uma pessoa que consegue se mostrar verdadeiramente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Andava olhando para todos os lados, como uma turista, apesar de eu vê-la todos os dias passando por aquela rua, com seus cabelos pretos sempre despenteados. Nela, essas eram as únicas coisas que nunca mudavam, os cabelos e o trajeto que percorria incansavelmente todos os dias. Ela não ia para a escola, supus, pois não levava nenhum livro ou caderno, só, vez ou outra, uns livros de aspecto antigo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E ontem, lá estava ela, e como sempre fui a janela. Eu simplesmente adoro observá-la, pois cada dia ela está com uma roupa completamente diferente, um estilo diferente, e o que mais me fascina é que a cada roupa aquela garota parece diferente. Se a roupa é “alegre”, a aura feliz é quase visível nela, mas se a roupa é “triste”, desperta uma tristeza tangível. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A questão é que, nesse dia ela estava toda de azul, um azul céu, que enchia a rua de serenidade. Havia algumas amigas minhas comigo e o único comentário que fizeram foi “Ah, essa garota é tão sem personalidade, ela ta sempre mudando!”. Mas o que é personalidade se não o direito pessoal de agir como achar que deve? Talvez ela achasse que devia se vestir para mostrar como se sentia! Mas o que as pessoas conseguem ver é só uma garota que muda sempre de estilo. Nessa hora eu vi que essa sociedade não é livre, e se ser moderno é ser hipócrita e fingir que está tudo como devia, então me levem à era medieval, por favor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas hoje, lá estava ela, toda de verde, varrendo minhas dores e deixando a esperança me invadir, de que outras como ela ainda apareceram!* &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(História fictícia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss Mab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-2625827519022140410?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/2625827519022140410/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/09/perssoas-com-personalidades-pessoais.html#comment-form' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/2625827519022140410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/2625827519022140410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/09/perssoas-com-personalidades-pessoais.html' title='Pessoas com personalidades pessoais!* ~'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/SrvnJkyrJ0I/AAAAAAAAAPc/_za2foOV1eI/s72-c/1233544.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-1853428047818873400</id><published>2009-09-20T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T09:32:15.717-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><title type='text'>Isso já virou clichê!* ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/SraBAh3c15I/AAAAAAAAAOw/fDsBU2lGKR4/s1600-h/125_16_Telefone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/SraBAh3c15I/AAAAAAAAAOw/fDsBU2lGKR4/s320/125_16_Telefone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383632250658936722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tá, agora é sério!&lt;br /&gt;Qual a grande dificuldade de ligar quando diz que vai ligar?&lt;br /&gt;Homem é um ser bipolarizado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quer dizer, eles ligam quando não estamos esperando, mas quando dizem que vão ligar.. nada.&lt;br /&gt;Tive vopntade de jogar meu celular privada abaixo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe, não fui EU que pedi pra você ligar, você que já foi prometendo, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sim, ele PROMETEU&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Então por que não ligou, em?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaah, sei lá.&lt;br /&gt;Isso tudo é loucura demais para mim. :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se alguém souber explicar, por favor!* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;"&gt;Miss Mab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-1853428047818873400?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/1853428047818873400/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/09/isso-ja-virou-cliche.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/1853428047818873400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/1853428047818873400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/09/isso-ja-virou-cliche.html' title='Isso já virou clichê!* ~'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/SraBAh3c15I/AAAAAAAAAOw/fDsBU2lGKR4/s72-c/125_16_Telefone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-7487847363977732344</id><published>2009-09-17T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T09:21:21.047-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memórias não são só memórias'/><title type='text'>Some Cold One!* ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fria e pálida, sorria para mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu continuo correndo, mas ela me acompanha como se estivessimos numa caminhada agradável, tranquila. Mas eu não estou tranquila, o desespero batendo em minha face. Sinto minha força falhar, mas sei que se eu parar não consiguirei voltar a correr novamente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O sorriso de branco brilhante, manchado do sangue, e você me destroi tão facilmente, sugando minha vida, absorvendo para sí própria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sim, minhas memórias me matam!* &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss Mab&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/7990525640458567052-7487847363977732344?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/7487847363977732344/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/09/some-cold-one.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/7487847363977732344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/7487847363977732344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/09/some-cold-one.html' title='Some Cold One!* ~'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-6039131232688570340</id><published>2009-09-12T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T09:21:25.378-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memórias não são só memórias'/><title type='text'>As coisas que nunca mudam!* ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/Sqx58pA8srI/AAAAAAAAAOY/YmrQvg5VjeE/s1600-h/1680727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/Sqx58pA8srI/AAAAAAAAAOY/YmrQvg5VjeE/s320/1680727.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380809737509843634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* 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";} @page Section1  {size:595.3pt 841.9pt;  margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;  mso-header-margin:35.4pt;  mso-footer-margin:35.4pt;  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;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Em dois dias eu acho que falei isso mais de cinqüenta vezes. "as coisas que nunca mudam." Acho que tem muito a ver com o clima de nostalgia que estava sobre mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ter ido visitar meu antigo colégio significou ver amigos das turmas abaixo, saber todas as novidades e sentir que não entrava naquele lugar há anos, apesar de só fazer uns seis meses. E então um ex namorado, um ex sonho e até um ex trabalho, que um dia era meu, mas agora estava sendo feito por outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E então, no momento seguinte, tudo volta ao antigo padrão. Eu converso com as mesmas pessoas em um recreio que não é mais realmente meu, falando sobre os mesmo assuntos banais. E em mais um momento lá estava eu beijando a mesma boca que beijei nos dois anos passados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E meu celular toca, era hora de voltar. Minha mãe me esperava no portão. Um passo para o lado de fora e foi como se eu passasse pela barreira mágica que divide o mundo e meu antigo colégio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sol encheu meus olhos, uma lagrima caiu. Eu sabia que ali fora tudo voltará ao estado atual. E o que aconteceu lá dentro parece um sonho levemente borrado. Ou será que eu o via na minha frente? Será que eram só as lagrimas que borravam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enxuguei, esfreguei os olhos e quando tornei a abri-los estava no meu novo colégio e vi por que eu não podia ficar lá atrás, no antigo. Por que o novo iria se tornar igualmente passado se eu não seguisse. Tinha de transformá-lo no presente o máximo de tempo possível. Talvez um avo de segundo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The life goes on!* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Miss Mab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-6039131232688570340?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/6039131232688570340/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/09/as-coisas-que-nunca-mudam.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/6039131232688570340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/6039131232688570340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/09/as-coisas-que-nunca-mudam.html' title='As coisas que nunca mudam!* ~'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/Sqx58pA8srI/AAAAAAAAAOY/YmrQvg5VjeE/s72-c/1680727.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-4242208954194707165</id><published>2009-09-03T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T09:21:32.720-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflita'/><title type='text'>Ser humano.* ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/SqA2-RcG8kI/AAAAAAAAAOI/BS9PL5Gd03A/s1600-h/1233544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377358398541460034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/SqA2-RcG8kI/AAAAAAAAAOI/BS9PL5Gd03A/s320/1233544.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje eu fiz prova de filosofia, e uma das questões era "Para você, o ser humano tem uma natureza definida?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E achei que seria interessante postar sobre o assunto..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Para mim, o ser humano tem sim uma natureza definida, uma que só o ser humano tem, a de ser único. A natureza nos pregou uma peça, nos dando caractéristicas biologicas iguais mas individualizando cada mente e espirito (chamo de espirito a parte inconciente de nossa mente).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cada um nasce com uma certa tendencia, podendo ser para o bem ou para o mal. É claro que a sociedade em que vivemos influencia bastante o desenvolvimento de tais tendencia, mas ainda assim cada uma tem a sua. Por isso que pessoas diferentes tem reações diferentes nas mesmas situações. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É como um jogo, onde tudo depende da sorte. Vamos jogar a moeda para cima, se cair em coroa você será bom, se for cara, será mal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, do you want to come play?* &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss Mab&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/7990525640458567052-4242208954194707165?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/4242208954194707165/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/09/ser-humano.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/4242208954194707165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/4242208954194707165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/09/ser-humano.html' title='Ser humano.* ~'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/SqA2-RcG8kI/AAAAAAAAAOI/BS9PL5Gd03A/s72-c/1233544.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-5436902487544272711</id><published>2009-08-27T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T09:21:41.825-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflita'/><title type='text'>E ai, vai  posar pra playboy?* ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/Spb7VBAbCuI/AAAAAAAAAOA/gl9Y8z4c81s/s1600-h/censurado.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 252px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374759543779298018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/Spb7VBAbCuI/AAAAAAAAAOA/gl9Y8z4c81s/s320/censurado.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Por que diabos toda mulher bonita que fica famosa tem de responder essa pergunta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quer dizer que se for gostosa tem de se mostrar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Qual é?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Think abaut!* &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;MissMab&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/7990525640458567052-5436902487544272711?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/5436902487544272711/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-ai-vai-posar-pra-playboy.html#comment-form' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/5436902487544272711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/5436902487544272711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-ai-vai-posar-pra-playboy.html' title='E ai, vai  posar pra playboy?* ~'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/Spb7VBAbCuI/AAAAAAAAAOA/gl9Y8z4c81s/s72-c/censurado.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-218997449768410983</id><published>2009-08-16T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T09:22:55.095-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entretenimento'/><title type='text'>Music is my soul! * ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/So3Dli_GCCI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Ykh5Nf-OEMs/s1600-h/2647372187_9a1b06b721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372164980336887842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/So3Dli_GCCI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Ykh5Nf-OEMs/s320/2647372187_9a1b06b721.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sabe o que nossa vida tem em comum com as novelas da tv? (Não, desta vez eu não estou falando dos milhares de dramas.) Ambos precisamde trilha sonora. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aquela música que tocou bem no momentodo seu primeiro beijo. Aquele alguém em quem voê não pensa a séculos mas só de ouvir uma música sente como se tudo tivesse ocorrido a segundos atrás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cada um tem sua propria trilha sonora, e ela se modifica ao longo da vida e das situações..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Até pouco tempo eu só ouvia as músicas que estavam na moda, mas apartir do momento que tomamos conta da importacia da música em nossas vidas, fica impossivel ir pela preferancia da maioria. Nesse momento a coisa mais importante é escolher sua propria trilha sonora, que fará parte de todas as suas memorias. Músicas que sejam mais do que só ouvir, sejam sentir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu sou completamente viciada em música. (Talvez por isso eu seja tão maria paleta [Fato])&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se você quiser me conquistar, amizade ou amor, mostre que você entende de música! * &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss Mab&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/7990525640458567052-218997449768410983?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/218997449768410983/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/08/music-is-my-soul.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/218997449768410983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/218997449768410983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/08/music-is-my-soul.html' title='Music is my soul! * ~'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/So3Dli_GCCI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Ykh5Nf-OEMs/s72-c/2647372187_9a1b06b721.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-3293898607186298454</id><published>2009-08-06T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T09:23:03.585-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memórias não são só memórias'/><title type='text'>Volta às aulas.* ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É muito bom rever a galera, não é?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  E então tem aquele alguém em quem você não parou de pensar durante as férias inteiras e que finalmente esta novamente na sua frente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  Ai, ai.. Eu devia ter nascido no séc. XIX, bem no meio da segunda geração do romatismo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  Para quem não sabe, a segunda geração do romantismo era a geração do mal do século. Onde o amor era sempre idealizado e inalcansavel. A geração descrita no filme "Moulin Rouge - Amor em vermelho." ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu amo os bohemios!* &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss Mab.&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/7990525640458567052-3293898607186298454?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/3293898607186298454/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/08/volta-as-aulas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/3293898607186298454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/3293898607186298454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/08/volta-as-aulas.html' title='Volta às aulas.* ~'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-101165293886838939</id><published>2009-07-26T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T10:47:14.990-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entretenimento'/><title type='text'>SuperHeroCon!* ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/SmywReZnPCI/AAAAAAAAANg/5ajv26Y-z9U/s1600-h/cd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/SmywReZnPCI/AAAAAAAAANg/5ajv26Y-z9U/s320/cd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362855070556175394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ontem eu fui para o SuperHeroCon, que é como um micro "Anime Friends" da minha cidade. Eu não tenho outros amigos Otakus, por isso fui sozinha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim que entrei lá vi varios Cosplays beeem legais. Mas tava todo mundo em grupos e eu quase que fui embora, sem saber o que fazer e com vergonha. Mas seria burrice minha.&lt;br /&gt;Respirei fundo e fiquie lá, por quase quatro horas! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi, sem dúvida, hilário!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teve concurso de Kame-Rame-Ra, e cada um mais doido que o outro, sério, eu ri muuuuuito mesmo. O vencedor foi um Pikashu muito fofo! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E teve o clássico concurso de Cosplays. Na categoria individual um cara fez de Kakashi, e ficou MUITO parecidoo. A roupa e a apresentação foram super bem feitas. Na categoria em grupo minha favorita foi uma de Tsubasa, a roupa não era tãão parecida, mas a apresentação.. Eu começei a chorar! Tsubasa foi o primeiro mangá que eu comprei. Não cheguei a comprar toda a coleção, mas ainda assim foi o primeiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, e eu descobri o que são Amvs. Teve uma apresentação dos melhores, muito boons! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tava com pouca grana, por isso só comprei um mangá e um par de orelhinhas de gatinha. :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Mangá foi MeruPuri 3.&lt;br /&gt;MP foi o primeiro mangá que eu li, como foi emprestado não foi o primeiro que eu comprei. Li o primeiro e o segundo, e agora o terceiro.&lt;br /&gt;Só falta o quarto. É uma minisserie.&lt;br /&gt;Li MP pelo primeira vez com treze anos! *-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, assim foi a SHC para mim! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi Demais!* &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Miss Mab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-101165293886838939?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/101165293886838939/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/07/superherocon.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/101165293886838939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/101165293886838939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/07/superherocon.html' title='SuperHeroCon!* ~'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/SmywReZnPCI/AAAAAAAAANg/5ajv26Y-z9U/s72-c/cd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-1112748067118439146</id><published>2009-07-18T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T10:47:32.933-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Selos'/><title type='text'>2° Selo!* ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regras:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escrever cinco carctéristicas suas.&lt;br /&gt;Repassar  selo para cinco pessoas. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Repassado por &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" href="http://lorranespace.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lorrane Space.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entãão..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/SmJBTXwy4ZI/AAAAAAAAANE/g9Zeco8OkEs/s1600-h/Tri+Legal..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 154px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/SmJBTXwy4ZI/AAAAAAAAANE/g9Zeco8OkEs/s320/Tri+Legal..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359918307576308114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu soou..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ㅤㅤㅤSincera (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;até demais&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCarente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤManipuladora (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;fato&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCompetitiva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤDoida (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;demaais&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Repassando:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fc-item-link fc-item-link-canvas"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;✿&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://energiasimpatica.blogspot.com/"&gt;Energia Simpática.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a dragover="true" class="fc-item-link fc-item-link-canvas" href="http://energiasimpatica.blogspot.com/" jstcache="88" jscontent="title" jsdisplay="title" jsvalues="href:link;.className:(isCanvasMode() ? 'fc-item-link fc-item-link-canvas' : 'fc-item-link')" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fc-item-link fc-item-link-canvas"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;✿&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="fc-item-link fc-item-link-canvas" href="http://memoriasdaliravelha.blogspot.com/" jstcache="88" jscontent="title" jsdisplay="title" jsvalues="href:link;.className:(isCanvasMode() ? 'fc-item-link fc-item-link-canvas' : 'fc-item-link')" target="_blank"&gt;Memorias da Velha Lira.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fc-item-link fc-item-link-canvas"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;✿&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennynafinlandia.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Hakuna Matata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fc-item-link fc-item-link-canvas"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;✿&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://soniferailhaa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sonífera Ilha.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="fc-item-link fc-item-link-canvas" href="http://soniferailhaa.blogspot.com/" jstcache="88" jscontent="title" jsdisplay="title" jsvalues="href:link;.className:(isCanvasMode() ? 'fc-item-link fc-item-link-canvas' : 'fc-item-link')" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;✿&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a class="fc-item-link fc-item-link-canvas" href="http://justusandme.blogspot.com/" jstcache="88" jscontent="title" jsdisplay="title" jsvalues="href:link;.className:(isCanvasMode() ? 'fc-item-link fc-item-link-canvas' : 'fc-item-link')" target="_blank"&gt;Just us and me.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; end!* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Miss Mab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a class="fc-item-link fc-item-link-canvas" href="http://justusandme.blogspot.com/" jstcache="88" jscontent="title" jsdisplay="title" jsvalues="href:link;.className:(isCanvasMode() ? 'fc-item-link fc-item-link-canvas' : 'fc-item-link')" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&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/7990525640458567052-1112748067118439146?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/1112748067118439146/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/07/regras-escrever-cinco-carcteristicas.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/1112748067118439146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/1112748067118439146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/07/regras-escrever-cinco-carcteristicas.html' title='2° Selo!* ~'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/SmJBTXwy4ZI/AAAAAAAAANE/g9Zeco8OkEs/s72-c/Tri+Legal..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-9206886039812111498</id><published>2009-07-15T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T10:48:16.031-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Selos'/><title type='text'>1° Selo!* ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Regras:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escreva cinco coisas que você fez e que se arrependeu.&lt;br /&gt;Repesse o selo para cinco pessoas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repassado por &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://lorranespace.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lorrane Space.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/Sl4dDluq3kI/AAAAAAAAAM8/AJht1r83YRc/s1600-h/Selo..jpg"&gt;&lt;img dragover="true" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 154px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/Sl4dDluq3kI/AAAAAAAAAM8/AJht1r83YRc/s320/Selo..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358752554122141250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1° &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt; Eu estudei no mesmo colégio &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quase&lt;/span&gt; que toda a vida. Me arrependi por que &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; gostava das pessoas de lá, e quando mudei conheci meus &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;melhores amigos de verdade&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Não mudei antes por &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;medo&lt;/span&gt;. :~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2° &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt; Eu &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; vou fazer intercâmbio no próimo ano, por que minha &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;notas&lt;/span&gt; tão um &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;. [fato]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3° &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt; Eu &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;nunca&lt;/span&gt; disse &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o quanto&lt;/span&gt; certas pessoas me irritam, por que seria &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;falta de educação&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4° &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt; Eu &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;sou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;envergonhada&lt;/span&gt;, e isso faz com que eu me arrependa de um monte de coisas que eu &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;perdi&lt;/span&gt;, por &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vergonha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5° &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt; Me arrependo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;muitíssimo&lt;/span&gt; de ter demorado tanto a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;criar um blog&lt;/span&gt;. Perdi a chance de conhecer esse mundo maravilhoso mais cedo. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;E essas pessoas maravilhosas&lt;/span&gt;! *-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É.. pra um primeiro selo, foi bem difícil, né?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repassando:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1° &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://cafehsemleite.blogspot.com/"&gt;Café sem Leite.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2°&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; ~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.minha-bruzundanga.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bruxas &amp;amp; Fadas.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3° &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tempo-horario.blogspot.com/"&gt;Temporário.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.blogger.com/Lorrane%20Space" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4° &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://quatroecinco.blogspot.com/"&gt;Desesperada busca por sentido.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5° &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://fingindoseroquejasou.blogspot.com/"&gt;Não se preocupem entender.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all!* &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;Miss Mab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.blogger.com/Lorrane%20Space" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-9206886039812111498?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/9206886039812111498/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/07/1-selo.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/9206886039812111498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/9206886039812111498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/07/1-selo.html' title='1° Selo!* ~'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/Sl4dDluq3kI/AAAAAAAAAM8/AJht1r83YRc/s72-c/Selo..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-7444651005684124855</id><published>2009-07-14T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T10:48:26.518-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><title type='text'>Meu tabú</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/Sl0t_2vbl8I/AAAAAAAAAM0/swLfZphiai4/s1600-h/103.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/Sl0t_2vbl8I/AAAAAAAAAM0/swLfZphiai4/s320/103.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358489706690222018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;αo quero escrever sobre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;α&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mor.&lt;br /&gt;Amor é algo dificil dem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;α&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is pr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;α&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; se escrever sobre.&lt;br /&gt;Er&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;α&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;α&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ssim que eu pens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;α&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;α&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;α&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;s, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;α&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;qui, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;só entre nós&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;É impossivel n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;α&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;o escrever sobre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;α&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;αmo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;αs cois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;αs que eu f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;αço,&lt;br /&gt;Amo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;αté mesmo o simples &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;αto de escrever.&lt;br /&gt;Eu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;αmo me express&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;αr,&lt;br /&gt;Amo mostr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;αr quem sou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;αmo est&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;αr &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;αqui,&lt;br /&gt;Amo o  "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;αgor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;α".&lt;br /&gt;Eu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;αmo t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;αnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;α cois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;α,&lt;br /&gt;Amo tudo o que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;αmo! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É..  Viv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;α &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;α drog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;α que é o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;αmor!* ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Miss M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;αb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-7444651005684124855?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/7444651005684124855/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/07/eu-n-o-quero-escrever-sobre-mor.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/7444651005684124855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/7444651005684124855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/07/eu-n-o-quero-escrever-sobre-mor.html' title='Meu tabú'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/Sl0t_2vbl8I/AAAAAAAAAM0/swLfZphiai4/s72-c/103.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-3101803670627447153</id><published>2009-07-14T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T10:48:35.935-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><title type='text'>Um história de verão!* ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/Slzfv3mjRaI/AAAAAAAAAMs/hqPvbFz3yhg/s1600-h/171.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 107px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/Slzfv3mjRaI/AAAAAAAAAMs/hqPvbFz3yhg/s320/171.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358403670136538530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu sou &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;burra&lt;/span&gt;, sei disso.&lt;br /&gt;Sou &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;burra&lt;/span&gt; por me apaixonar por um cara comprometido.&lt;br /&gt;Sou &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;burra&lt;/span&gt; por acreditar que ele pode sentir algo por mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Burra&lt;/span&gt; mais ainda por pensar em abandonar tudo por ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Burra&lt;/span&gt; por não conseguir desistir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o jogo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;continua&lt;/span&gt;!* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;Miss Mab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-3101803670627447153?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/3101803670627447153/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/07/um-historia-de-verao.html#comment-form' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/3101803670627447153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/3101803670627447153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/07/um-historia-de-verao.html' title='Um história de verão!* ~'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/Slzfv3mjRaI/AAAAAAAAAMs/hqPvbFz3yhg/s72-c/171.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-1476319527435921219</id><published>2009-07-13T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T10:48:51.207-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflita'/><title type='text'>Um e meio?! ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/SlvriGeleCI/AAAAAAAAAMk/zr7Wojhx7NI/s1600-h/111.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 95px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/SlvriGeleCI/AAAAAAAAAMk/zr7Wojhx7NI/s320/111.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358135152774314018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;▬▬▬▬▬&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;"&gt;►&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Meu mundo pαrticulαr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 132, 132);font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ᾶo sou de &lt;b&gt;mεıαs&lt;/b&gt; pαlαvrαs.&lt;br /&gt;Nᾶo gosto de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;"&gt;nαdα&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; pelα &lt;u&gt;mεtαdε&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Se &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;"&gt;nᾶσ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; pretende terminαr, &lt;i&gt;nem começe&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aceita um chocolate?* &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Miss Mab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-1476319527435921219?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/1476319527435921219/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/07/m-mnd-prticlr.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/1476319527435921219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/1476319527435921219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/07/m-mnd-prticlr.html' title='Um e meio?! ~'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/SlvriGeleCI/AAAAAAAAAMk/zr7Wojhx7NI/s72-c/111.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-6650004884240557293</id><published>2009-07-13T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T10:49:03.991-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflita'/><title type='text'>[?]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/SltBJHhk35I/AAAAAAAAAMU/3-7Lv5v7zmI/s1600-h/50.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 136px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/SltBJHhk35I/AAAAAAAAAMU/3-7Lv5v7zmI/s320/50.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357947806581841810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Apenas olhe ao redor e reflita.&lt;br /&gt;Reflita bem sobre o mundo que te cerca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reflita&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aceita um chocolate?* &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Miss Mab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-6650004884240557293?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/6650004884240557293/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/6650004884240557293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/6650004884240557293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='[?]'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/SltBJHhk35I/AAAAAAAAAMU/3-7Lv5v7zmI/s72-c/50.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-6639714126657204955</id><published>2009-07-10T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T10:49:29.448-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflita'/><title type='text'>Dias &amp; Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu sou viciada em rotina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Todos os dias exatamente iguais me deixam relaxada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas sabe qual o resultado de ter todos os dias iguais?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cometer todos os mesmos erros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pense nisso ai na sua cabeça que eu penso aqui na minha!* &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;"&gt;Miss Mab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-6639714126657204955?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/6639714126657204955/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/07/dias-days.html#comment-form' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/6639714126657204955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/6639714126657204955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/07/dias-days.html' title='Dias &amp; Days'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-3048415146250042178</id><published>2009-07-07T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T10:49:39.828-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ainda falando em espelho: Hoje eu olhei no meu e vi uma puta..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-3048415146250042178?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/3048415146250042178/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/07/ainda-falando-em-espelho-hoje-eu-olhei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/3048415146250042178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/3048415146250042178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/07/ainda-falando-em-espelho-hoje-eu-olhei.html' title=''/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-1214536591248925467</id><published>2009-07-04T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T10:49:47.939-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflita'/><title type='text'>Espelho, espelho meu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/Sk_kjvKjtII/AAAAAAAAALA/OZEp3I56fBc/s1600-h/OgAAAHRu8-4gjaldu6TW7_GTAG3CQ_8TnlWAFQZnXW-11Zsbv3cxfISEgSoxHRgyjdJK8hymXIAq9v25aL2GpGtC_6YAm1T1UFovzniZ2Z_MBPTYAYVYUU23AceI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 240px; float: right; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354749784574112898" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/Sk_kjvKjtII/AAAAAAAAALA/OZEp3I56fBc/s320/OgAAAHRu8-4gjaldu6TW7_GTAG3CQ_8TnlWAFQZnXW-11Zsbv3cxfISEgSoxHRgyjdJK8hymXIAq9v25aL2GpGtC_6YAm1T1UFovzniZ2Z_MBPTYAYVYUU23AceI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Você acorde de manhã,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;se olha no espelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e pensa que é normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Só mais uma no mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;querendo ser mais que isso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;querendo se destacar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas um dia começa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;como qualquer outro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e em meio seg. tudo muda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sentindo seu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;volta para casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assustada e zonza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ao dormir, sonha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;com beijos quentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;em outra garota.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Você acorda de manhã,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;se olha no espelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e tem certeza que é normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O amor independe de qualquer lei humana!* &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;Miss Mab&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/7990525640458567052-1214536591248925467?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/1214536591248925467/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/07/voce-acorde-de-manha-se-olha-no-espelho.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/1214536591248925467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/1214536591248925467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/07/voce-acorde-de-manha-se-olha-no-espelho.html' title='Espelho, espelho meu.'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/Sk_kjvKjtII/AAAAAAAAALA/OZEp3I56fBc/s72-c/OgAAAHRu8-4gjaldu6TW7_GTAG3CQ_8TnlWAFQZnXW-11Zsbv3cxfISEgSoxHRgyjdJK8hymXIAq9v25aL2GpGtC_6YAm1T1UFovzniZ2Z_MBPTYAYVYUU23AceI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-3506079457526711304</id><published>2009-07-03T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T10:50:04.726-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memórias não são só memórias'/><title type='text'>Tempo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/Sk5C5MqvgqI/AAAAAAAAAKI/GgSIZWv6Y9c/s1600-h/OgAAAOWXTlAgrQijtTp-l-pw_3jw-2d6-ftETMA7ob2LvADCEPZKeDfmyJYCFxtIT_widQE0O99Uxt_cLUaOzmd0upoAm1T1UMzS-jZ2Gya5gX6nvvmJUX1UvtSV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354290557410575010" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/Sk5C5MqvgqI/AAAAAAAAAKI/GgSIZWv6Y9c/s320/OgAAAOWXTlAgrQijtTp-l-pw_3jw-2d6-ftETMA7ob2LvADCEPZKeDfmyJYCFxtIT_widQE0O99Uxt_cLUaOzmd0upoAm1T1UMzS-jZ2Gya5gX6nvvmJUX1UvtSV.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/Sk5CeI-w7DI/AAAAAAAAAKA/iAfs1f7pxfM/s1600-h/OgAAAOWXTlAgrQijtTp-l-pw_3jw-2d6-ftETMA7ob2LvADCEPZKeDfmyJYCFxtIT_widQE0O99Uxt_cLUaOzmd0upoAm1T1UMzS-jZ2Gya5gX6nvvmJUX1UvtSV.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As lembranças invadem minha mente fraca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E você volta como se nada tivesse acontecido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas aconteceu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e o tempo passou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As situações ficam mais complicadas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E sorrir não perace tão importante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Por que eu deixei acontecer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e o tempo passou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Agora a vida continua, e as lembranças ficam lá atras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E eu não consigo mais olhar em seus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E ver que foi culpa minha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e o tempo passou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu tomei minha decisão, e senti ela dentro de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Com senti que ficará tarde pra muda-la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Por isso lhe digo novamente:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nosso&lt;/strong&gt; tempo passou!* &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;"&gt;Miss Mab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-3506079457526711304?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/3506079457526711304/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/07/tempo.html#comment-form' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/3506079457526711304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/3506079457526711304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/07/tempo.html' title='Tempo.'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/Sk5C5MqvgqI/AAAAAAAAAKI/GgSIZWv6Y9c/s72-c/OgAAAOWXTlAgrQijtTp-l-pw_3jw-2d6-ftETMA7ob2LvADCEPZKeDfmyJYCFxtIT_widQE0O99Uxt_cLUaOzmd0upoAm1T1UMzS-jZ2Gya5gX6nvvmJUX1UvtSV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-2682190156995233498</id><published>2009-06-16T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T09:27:33.536-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflita'/><title type='text'>Fairy Tales ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/SjgLCSggwtI/AAAAAAAAAJw/__Yre9ql1B4/s1600-h/2007_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 250px; float: right; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348036691458310866" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/SjgLCSggwtI/AAAAAAAAAJw/__Yre9ql1B4/s320/2007_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lembra quado você era uma criança e acreditava em contos de fadas?&lt;br /&gt;Fechava os olhos e com toda a fé esperava abri-los e encontrar o rpincipe encantando, pronto pra leva-la ao castelo real em um cavalo branco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, quando os abre você encontra um mundo cinzento, cheio de responsabilidades. E até se acustuma a ele, deixando os sonhos encantados de lado.&lt;br /&gt;Mas a verdade mesmo é que é muito dificil deixa de lado o conto de fadas, pelo menos completamente. Todos nós sempre temos, nem que seja um pedacinho, de fé, de esperança que ainda iremos abrir os olhos novamente e encontrar todo aquele mundo magico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só que, de repende, você pode não precisar ver um outro mundo para achar aquilo que procura. Talvez tudo aquilo que deseja estaja ali, logo do seu lado. Tudo bem, talvez não seja um principe, mas pode ser ainda um cavalheiro. E o castelo pode até ser um apartamento de 75m². Mas a magia envoolvente é igual, ou ainda maior de que você sonhava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então não esqueça..&lt;br /&gt;.. sequer um vez na vida alguém irá te surpriender...&lt;br /&gt;.. sequer uma vez na vida você irá surpriender alguém..&lt;br /&gt;.. Uma vez seuqer na vida algo vai acontecer para que tudo isso valha a pena!* &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pense nisso. :)&lt;br /&gt;Aqui está meu post (atrasado) do dia dos Namorados. :**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Miss Mab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/7990525640458567052-2682190156995233498?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/2682190156995233498/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/06/fairy-tales.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/2682190156995233498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/2682190156995233498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/06/fairy-tales.html' title='Fairy Tales ♥'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/SjgLCSggwtI/AAAAAAAAAJw/__Yre9ql1B4/s72-c/2007_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-1409121885059160228</id><published>2009-06-10T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T09:27:52.128-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflita'/><title type='text'>Má Influencia?</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:///F:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CServidor%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&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;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* 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";} @page Section1 	{size:595.3pt 841.9pt; 	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; 	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"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sim.. Eu sei que disse que só iria postar no dia 12, maas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Má Influencia? :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até onde você pode ir para agradar as pessoas ao seu redor?&lt;br /&gt;Não, eu não dar uma lição de moral. Não sou tão hipócrita para isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando se muda de vida, de escola, de meio social, querendo ou não, você se adapta.&lt;br /&gt;Ao mudar de colégio, eu me adaptei, e super bem.&lt;br /&gt;E minha novas amigas nunca exigiram nada de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, quando você se torna a mais inexperiente da turma, sua própria consciência exigi de você. Mas eu não estou pronta, eu tenho medo, e não vou ficar fingindo que não é assim. Por sorte tenho amigas boas o suficiente para  entender isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só que eu me pergunto: E se não fosse assim?&lt;br /&gt;Por que muitas pessoas não compreenderiam isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Então.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Até onde você iria para agradar as pessoas ao seu redor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;"&gt;Miss Mab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-1409121885059160228?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/1409121885059160228/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/06/ma-influencia.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/1409121885059160228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/1409121885059160228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/06/ma-influencia.html' title='Má Influencia?'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-7813924901614124071</id><published>2009-06-05T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T09:27:43.256-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><title type='text'>Explicações para os imaginários. .-.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu só planejava escrever de novo no dia 12, por isso não considerem isso um post, considerem uma &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;explicação&lt;/span&gt; para aqueles que já acompanhavam o blog [ &lt;em&gt;se é esses existem.. &lt;/em&gt;].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É que mudei de nick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Miss Mab..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mab, para quem não sabe é fada dos sonhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não, não estou me achando uma fada. .-.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas muito que eu escrevo surge na minha mente como num sonho repentino de lucidez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Como se Mab me mandasse mesagens codificadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aqui post a decodificação, as veses não tão bem decodifica, mas eu tento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aqui deixo a explicação para aqueles antigos [ &lt;em&gt;imaginários?&lt;/em&gt; ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Beijoos. :*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Miss Mab&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/7990525640458567052-7813924901614124071?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/7813924901614124071/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/06/explicacoes-para-os-imaginarios.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/7813924901614124071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/7813924901614124071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/06/explicacoes-para-os-imaginarios.html' title='Explicações para os imaginários. .-.'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-6385090210391710036</id><published>2009-05-19T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T09:28:54.278-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafo'/><title type='text'>Substâncias.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;" Ao serem modificados, os substratos se libertam da enzima, e esta, automaticamente, já pode atuar novamente. Assim as enzimas catalisam as reações químicas sem serem consumidas e sem sofrer alteração."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca pensei que diria isso, mas &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;quero ser uma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; enzima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! .-.&lt;br /&gt;Antes de me chamar de louca, imagine o texto acima com relacionamento no lugar de reações químicas. Imagine você estar lá para quando ele(a) precisar, completamente apaixonada, mas "desapaixonar" assim que o(a) safado(a) quiser fugir. Sem ser consumida(o)! Seria mais profundo do que um simples "pega-e-não-se-apega" enquanto durasse, mas quando tivesse que acabar.. [//puff], acabasse e pronto. E você já estaria pronta(o) para outra.&lt;br /&gt;É isso ai.. Cada vez tenho mais certeza, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;quero ser mesmo uma enzima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. .-.²&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pronto, deixo aqui meu breve comentário antes do Dia dos Namorados. ♥&lt;br /&gt;Beijos.. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Miss Mab&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/7990525640458567052-6385090210391710036?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/6385090210391710036/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/05/substancias.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/6385090210391710036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/6385090210391710036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/05/substancias.html' title='Substâncias.'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-7762896690219653301</id><published>2009-04-27T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T09:29:03.464-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflita'/><title type='text'>Secsí?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/SfWxQzB0NvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/wtbLeD_2lvk/s1600-h/1146864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329360636196697842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/SfWxQzB0NvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/wtbLeD_2lvk/s320/1146864.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Outro dia eu estava pesquisando fotos para um dos meus posts e coloquei como palavra-chave "Pin Up". Para meu choque (e terror) apareceram milhares de images que mais pareciam propaganda de lingerie, isso as mais comportadas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para mim as pin ups são o maior simbolo da sensualidade feminina e da pena ver que agora essa sensualidade não passa de exibicionismo vulgar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os mini-shorts e saias, os tops, oss babylook, os decotes, saltos e red lips. É claro que eu também uso, todos, mas uso um de cada vez. Por que, querida, para ser Female Fatale tem que ser muito mais do que só roupas e acessorios, tem que ter presença, sensualidade mesmo vem do seu estado de espirito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não precisa apelar para o vulgar. É assim que eu penso e, honestamente, tem funcionada o suficiente para mim. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhoos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Mab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-7762896690219653301?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/7762896690219653301/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/04/outro-dia-eu-estava-pesquisando-fotos.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/7762896690219653301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/7762896690219653301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/04/outro-dia-eu-estava-pesquisando-fotos.html' title='Secsí?'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/SfWxQzB0NvI/AAAAAAAAAI4/wtbLeD_2lvk/s72-c/1146864.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990525640458567052.post-4737995556072850274</id><published>2009-04-22T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T09:37:21.956-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflita'/><title type='text'>Mulher Moderna.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/SfjRvK3LeJI/AAAAAAAAAJA/adlkB6tOaAg/s1600-h/olho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330240767292831890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/SfjRvK3LeJI/AAAAAAAAAJA/adlkB6tOaAg/s320/olho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hojε ευ εstαvα lεndo o &lt;a onclick="" href="http://cabaretdevenus.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;Cabaret de Vênus&lt;/a&gt;, qυε por sınαl ευ rεcomεndo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Enfım, o post αtυαl fαlα dα dεscrıçᾶo do "mαcho" modεrno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E έ dαı qυε sυrgε mευ tεmα.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A ırrεvεrêncıα dα mυlhεr αtυαl, sευ sυcεsso profıssıonαl, sευ podεr dε dεcısᾶo dεntro dε υm rεlαcıonαmεnto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Isso εrα tυdo qυε αs mυlhεrεs qυεrıαm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mαs... α qυε prεço?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Atυαlmεntε há oυtro tıpo dε prεconcεıto εntrε αs mυlhεrεs, contrα αqυεlαs qυε qυεrεm sεr donαs dε cαsα oυ mᾶεs εm pεríodo ıntεgrαl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Entᾶo, ondε nós εvolυímos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sεrά qυε nᾶo αpεnαs mυdαrαm αs nossαs obrıgαçõεs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;αfınαl, pαrεcε qυε contınυαmos sεm dırεıto dε εscolhα!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hά mυıtαs mυlhεrεs qυε nεm chεgαm α sε cαsαr pαrα podεrεm sε focαr nα cαrrεırα profıssıonαl, mαs o problεmα έ qυε mυıtαs, MUITAS mεsmo, sε αrrεpεndεm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E ısso nᾶo vαlε só pαrα αs mυlhεrεs, pαrα os homεns tαmbέm, por qυε no fınαl nıngυέm qυεr fıcαr sozınho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nᾶo dıgo pαrα voltαr α só sεr donα dε cαsα, ındεpεndêncıα profıssıonαlmεntε ε εconomıcαmεntε έ ımportαntε. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mαs ındεpεndêncıα nᾶo sıgnıfıcα υmα vıdα sozınhα.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Apεnαs orgαnızε bεm αs sυαs prεfεrêncıαs, ok?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bεıjınhos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Miss Mab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990525640458567052-4737995556072850274?l=chocolatebitter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/feeds/4737995556072850274/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/04/mulher-moderna.html#comment-form' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/4737995556072850274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990525640458567052/posts/default/4737995556072850274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatebitter.blogspot.com/2009/04/mulher-moderna.html' title='Mulher Moderna.'/><author><name>Teca Eickmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02314170414733713783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/TTO20q7rcHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LnjMmiGgTuo/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TLmsM-x7k8U/SfjRvK3LeJI/AAAAAAAAAJA/adlkB6tOaAg/s72-c/olho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry></feed>
