<?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-1259431609958770524</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:45:55.606-08:00</updated><category term='Perguntas sem respostas'/><category term='Reflexão'/><category term='Trechos de Livros'/><category term='Humor'/><category term='Desabafos'/><category term='Comunidades'/><category term='Besteiras da Bruna (:'/><category term='Músicas'/><title type='text'>Jeito Menina de Ser</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeito-menina-de-ser.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259431609958770524/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeito-menina-de-ser.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bruna Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01501272656429361806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_McgWiDYdHw4/SrVuUH6F_hI/AAAAAAAAAKc/S2q8b7unveE/S220/perfil.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259431609958770524.post-6098038778150819402</id><published>2009-11-15T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T16:11:21.386-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trechos de Livros'/><title type='text'>*-----------------------------------------*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_McgWiDYdHw4/SwCWDUK0jmI/AAAAAAAAAME/RJcbF7UQTR8/s1600-h/leao_e_ovelha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 182px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_McgWiDYdHw4/SwCWDUK0jmI/AAAAAAAAAME/RJcbF7UQTR8/s320/leao_e_ovelha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404484536542465634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-  E então o leão se apaixonou pelo cordeiro ... - murmurou ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   Virei a cara, encondendo os olhos enquanto me arrepiava com a palavra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - Que cordeiro imbecil - suspirei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - Que leão masoquista e doentio. - Ele olhou a floresta sombreada por um longo momento e eu perguntei aonde seus pensamentos o levavam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crepúsculo - Pag. 210&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/1259431609958770524-6098038778150819402?l=jeito-menina-de-ser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeito-menina-de-ser.blogspot.com/feeds/6098038778150819402/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259431609958770524&amp;postID=6098038778150819402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259431609958770524/posts/default/6098038778150819402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259431609958770524/posts/default/6098038778150819402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeito-menina-de-ser.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='*-----------------------------------------*'/><author><name>Bruna Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01501272656429361806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_McgWiDYdHw4/SrVuUH6F_hI/AAAAAAAAAKc/S2q8b7unveE/S220/perfil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_McgWiDYdHw4/SwCWDUK0jmI/AAAAAAAAAME/RJcbF7UQTR8/s72-c/leao_e_ovelha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259431609958770524.post-47681313771407582</id><published>2009-11-13T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T15:43:16.563-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Besteiras da Bruna (:'/><title type='text'>eeu não sei mais viver sem ele *--*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sabe a sensaçaão de vc querer mtt um alguém que vc perdeu ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; e achaar que vaai demorar décadas pra vc recuperar ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu estava super desesperada ... Mais eu consegui (não por completo ... mais consegui)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Em&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 2&lt;/span&gt; dias &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*--*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1ª etapa&lt;/span&gt; - Conversa no msn &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*--*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2ª etapa&lt;/span&gt; - A conversa cara - a - cara &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*--*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mais tudo coom a maioor  sinceridade do mundo ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e fooi assim que eu consegui recuperar ele ... o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GRANDE AMOR DA MINHA VIDA *--*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu amo tanto ele ... como eu nunca ameei ninguéém ... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NINGUÉM MESMO&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ele éé o único que me faz beem ... eu nãão sei o porque ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jáá tenteei achar ele em outras pessoas ... mais não consegui ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ninguéém&lt;/span&gt; faz a falta que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ele&lt;/span&gt; me faz ... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ninguéém&lt;/span&gt; me olha do mesmo jeito que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ele&lt;/span&gt; me olha ... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ninguéém&lt;/span&gt; me diiz o " Eu te amo" do mesmo jeitiinho que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ele&lt;/span&gt; diiz ... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ninguéém&lt;/span&gt; me faz o mesmo carinho que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ele&lt;/span&gt; me faaz ... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ninguéém&lt;/span&gt; teem o mesmo sorriso que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ele&lt;/span&gt; teem ... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ninguéém&lt;/span&gt; me faz sonhar com ele , do mesmo jeito que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ele&lt;/span&gt; faz  ... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ninguéém&lt;/span&gt; me faz rir do mesmo jeito que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ele&lt;/span&gt; faz  ...  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ninguéém&lt;/span&gt; me faz chorar por besteira do mesmo jeito que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ele&lt;/span&gt; faz :@ ... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ninguéém &lt;/span&gt;fica frio de uma hora pra outra do mesmo jeito que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ele&lt;/span&gt; fica :@ ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taa ... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pareei :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Resumindo : "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EU NÃO SEI MAIS VIVER SEM ELE *------*&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e éé poor isso que eu quero fazer com que dessa vez dê certo ... mesmo que eu tenha que tomar &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;certas atitudes&lt;/span&gt; ... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tee amoo Benhê ♥ ... pra sempre *--*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259431609958770524-47681313771407582?l=jeito-menina-de-ser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeito-menina-de-ser.blogspot.com/feeds/47681313771407582/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259431609958770524&amp;postID=47681313771407582&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259431609958770524/posts/default/47681313771407582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259431609958770524/posts/default/47681313771407582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeito-menina-de-ser.blogspot.com/2009/11/sabe-sensacaao-de-vc-querer-mtt-um.html' title='eeu não sei mais viver sem ele *--*'/><author><name>Bruna Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01501272656429361806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_McgWiDYdHw4/SrVuUH6F_hI/AAAAAAAAAKc/S2q8b7unveE/S220/perfil.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259431609958770524.post-5282762693077634907</id><published>2009-11-04T11:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:59:20.168-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Músicas'/><title type='text'>Mulher de fases -  Capital Inicial</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que mulher ruim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Jogou minhas "coisa" fora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Disse que em sua cama eu não deito mais não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; A casa é minha, você que vá embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Já pra saia de sua mãe e deixa meu colchão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Ela é "pró" na arte de pentelhar e aziar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; É campeã do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; A raiva era tanta que eu nem reparei que a lua diminuia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; A doida tá me beijando há horas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Disse que se for sem eu não quer viver mais não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Me diz, Deus, o que é que eu faço agora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Se me olhando desse jeito ela me tem na mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Meu filho, aguenta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Quem mandou você gostar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Dessa mulher de fases?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Complicada e perfeitinha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Você me apareceu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Era tudo que eu queria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Estrela da sorte. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Quando à noite ela surgia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Meu bem, você cresceu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Meu namoro é na folhinha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Mulher de fases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Põe fermento, põe as "bomba"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Qualquer coisa que aumente e a deixe bem maior que o Sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Pouca gente sabe que, na noite, o frio é quente e arde e eu acendi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Até sem luz dá pra te enxergar o lençol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; fazendo "congo-blue"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; É pena, eu sei, amanhã já vai miar... Se aguente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Que lá vem chumbo quente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Complicada e perfeitinha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Você me apareceu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Era tudo que eu queria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Estrela da sorte. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Quando à noite ela surgia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Meu bem você cresceu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Meu namoro é na folhinha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Mulher de fases!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Complicada e perfeitinha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Você me apareceu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Era tudo que eu queria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Estrela da sorte. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Quando à noite ela surgia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Meu bem você cresceu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Meu namoro é na folhinha&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/1259431609958770524-5282762693077634907?l=jeito-menina-de-ser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeito-menina-de-ser.blogspot.com/feeds/5282762693077634907/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259431609958770524&amp;postID=5282762693077634907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259431609958770524/posts/default/5282762693077634907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259431609958770524/posts/default/5282762693077634907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeito-menina-de-ser.blogspot.com/2009/11/mulher-de-fases-capital-inicial_04.html' title='Mulher de fases -  Capital Inicial'/><author><name>Bruna Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01501272656429361806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_McgWiDYdHw4/SrVuUH6F_hI/AAAAAAAAAKc/S2q8b7unveE/S220/perfil.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259431609958770524.post-7952256114687009771</id><published>2009-10-27T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:44:59.661-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comunidades'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quem nunca &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;escreveu&lt;/span&gt; seu nome junto do de alguém numa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;folha de caderno&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Quem nunca depois de ter gostado daquele &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Menino&lt;/span&gt; começou a achar ele um &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;inutil&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;idiota&lt;/span&gt;, um &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;feio&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Quem nunca ficou antes de &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;dormir&lt;/span&gt; deitado na cama fazendo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;planos sobre ele&lt;/span&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;Quem nunca &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;leu e releu&lt;/span&gt; o histórico do&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; MSN &lt;/span&gt;da sua conversa com &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ele &lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Quem nunca &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;precisou&lt;/span&gt; ouvir um elogio pra se &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sentir bem&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Quem nunca ficou se &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mordendo de ódio&lt;/span&gt; pelo simples fato dele tá&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; FALANDO&lt;/span&gt; com uma amiga? Quem nunca se &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;arrependeu&lt;/span&gt; de ter falado ou não, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alguma coisa&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Quem nunca &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;saiu e entrou no MSN&lt;/span&gt; pra ver se ele te &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;percebia&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Quem nunca &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ouviu uma música&lt;/span&gt; e lembrou &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dele&lt;/span&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;último&lt;/span&gt;, quem nunca &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;errou&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Créditos : http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Community?cmm=27319595&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/1259431609958770524-7952256114687009771?l=jeito-menina-de-ser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeito-menina-de-ser.blogspot.com/feeds/7952256114687009771/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259431609958770524&amp;postID=7952256114687009771&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259431609958770524/posts/default/7952256114687009771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259431609958770524/posts/default/7952256114687009771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeito-menina-de-ser.blogspot.com/2009/10/quem-nunca-escreveu-seu-nome-junto-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Bruna Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01501272656429361806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_McgWiDYdHw4/SrVuUH6F_hI/AAAAAAAAAKc/S2q8b7unveE/S220/perfil.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259431609958770524.post-8305070702326752222</id><published>2009-10-20T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:40:43.298-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comunidades'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;São &lt;strong&gt;2AM&lt;/strong&gt;. E ela &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ainda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; está &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;pensando nele&lt;/span&gt;. Olhar fixo, imaginando como poderia ser tudo &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;diferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, poderiam estar lá, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;felizes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;rindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;juntos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, mas isso é um pouco &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;impossível&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Sim, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;ele errou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, e o seu erro &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não tem perdão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São &lt;strong&gt;3AM&lt;/strong&gt;. Ela &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;ainda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; está pensando nele, as lágrimas estão rolando, e ela imagina &lt;strong&gt;porque&lt;/strong&gt; diabos &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ele ainda significa tanto pra ela?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Porque&lt;/strong&gt; ela não consegue &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;esquecê-lo de uma vez por todas?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Porque&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;só de ouvir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; o nome dele já a deixa mal, e mesmo assim &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ela ainda sente sua falta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela jura pra todos que não quer mais ninguém. Sim, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ela mente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; sofre calada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Apenas&lt;/strong&gt; seu travesseiro sabe de tantas&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; lágrimas dela&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; que &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;chamam pelo nome dele &lt;/span&gt;toda noite&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque a verdade é que...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ELA AINDA O AMA TANTO..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Créditos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Community.aspx?cmm=46632236&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/1259431609958770524-8305070702326752222?l=jeito-menina-de-ser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeito-menina-de-ser.blogspot.com/feeds/8305070702326752222/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259431609958770524&amp;postID=8305070702326752222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259431609958770524/posts/default/8305070702326752222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259431609958770524/posts/default/8305070702326752222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeito-menina-de-ser.blogspot.com/2009/10/sao-2am.html' title=''/><author><name>Bruna Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01501272656429361806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_McgWiDYdHw4/SrVuUH6F_hI/AAAAAAAAAKc/S2q8b7unveE/S220/perfil.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259431609958770524.post-2464871327092590654</id><published>2009-10-17T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T09:12:08.436-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><title type='text'>Final Feliz ... !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_McgWiDYdHw4/Stnsfj5RxPI/AAAAAAAAALk/pLt8naCPKzE/s1600-h/vovo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_McgWiDYdHw4/Stnsfj5RxPI/AAAAAAAAALk/pLt8naCPKzE/s320/vovo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393602055708460274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Será que isso existe ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Na minha opinião, o tão falado &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;final feliz &lt;/span&gt;não existe só em filmes, novelas e contos de fada.&lt;br /&gt;Não podemos correr atrás de um &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;final feliz&lt;/span&gt; ... afinal, tudo tem o seu tempo .&lt;br /&gt;Não podemos fazer um&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; final feliz&lt;/span&gt; ... afinal, não sabemos o que o destino reservou pra nossa vida.&lt;br /&gt;Mas podemos acreditar e lutar para que nossos sonhos sejam realizados, da maneira certa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É como dizem :" Se vc ainda não teve um &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;final feliz&lt;/span&gt; é porque ainda não &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;acabou&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;Podemos passar por várias dificuldades, mas queremos ser feliz no final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu sei que depois de muito &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sapo&lt;/span&gt; o meu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;príncipe&lt;/span&gt; vai chegar &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'  O &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;final feliz&lt;/span&gt; pode estar bem mais perto de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  do que você &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;imagina&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259431609958770524-2464871327092590654?l=jeito-menina-de-ser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeito-menina-de-ser.blogspot.com/feeds/2464871327092590654/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259431609958770524&amp;postID=2464871327092590654&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259431609958770524/posts/default/2464871327092590654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259431609958770524/posts/default/2464871327092590654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeito-menina-de-ser.blogspot.com/2009/10/final-feliz.html' title='Final Feliz ... !'/><author><name>Bruna Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01501272656429361806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_McgWiDYdHw4/SrVuUH6F_hI/AAAAAAAAAKc/S2q8b7unveE/S220/perfil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_McgWiDYdHw4/Stnsfj5RxPI/AAAAAAAAALk/pLt8naCPKzE/s72-c/vovo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259431609958770524.post-1443728522266115224</id><published>2009-10-15T12:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T12:50:03.194-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Piadas (QUASE) engraçadas !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Confira uma seleção de piadas que até fazem rir de tão sem graça ... !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;MERCADO VOADOR (HÃN?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dois mercados estavam voando, um deles caí e pergunta :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Como você conseguiu continuar voando ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Ah! É que eu sou o Supermercado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;MORRENDO DE AMOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Um casal muito apaixonado saiu para um encontro amoroso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O rapaz buscou a sua namorada no fim da tarde e a levou para um lindo jardim, para ver o pôr do sol. De repente, a noite caiu, e esmagou os dois.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;PINGUIM MAL-HUMORADO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Era uma vez um pinguim muito mal-humorado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Um dia, ele caiu do alto de uma montanha - e rachou o bico!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;QUE CALOR ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Estavam dois pães de quijo no forno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Um deles falou assim :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Nossa! Tá quente aqui, não ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E o outro respondeu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Socorro, socorro! Um pãozinho falante!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;A REVOLTA DAS FORMIGAS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Um elefante andava distraidamente, e pisou num formigueiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sem pensar suas vezes, as formigas, revoltadas, atacaram o grandalhão e subiram até o pescoço dele. Mais o elefante se sacudiu, e derrubou todas elas, menos uma. Daí, as formigas lá de baixo gritaram, em coro. para a única que ficou no pescoço :" Enforca! Enforca ... ! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259431609958770524-1443728522266115224?l=jeito-menina-de-ser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeito-menina-de-ser.blogspot.com/feeds/1443728522266115224/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259431609958770524&amp;postID=1443728522266115224&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259431609958770524/posts/default/1443728522266115224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259431609958770524/posts/default/1443728522266115224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeito-menina-de-ser.blogspot.com/2009/10/piadas-quase-engracadas.html' title='Piadas (QUASE) engraçadas !'/><author><name>Bruna Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01501272656429361806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_McgWiDYdHw4/SrVuUH6F_hI/AAAAAAAAAKc/S2q8b7unveE/S220/perfil.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259431609958770524.post-6704047410578947033</id><published>2009-10-06T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:39:13.384-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><title type='text'>'   Presa ao Passado ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eeeu  ... tento te esquecer ... mais tudo o que eu escrevo é sobre você ♫&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Porque tudo me prende a você ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu tenho todos os motivos pra te odiar, falar mal de você, te fazer mal e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;depois nunca mais olhar na sua cara ... Mais eu não consigo :S &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quando eu estou sem nada pra fazer ... pego o caderno e começo a escrever coisas toscas  ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quando me dou conta , &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vejo que escrevi a nossa música acompanhada do seu nome e um coraçãão pra deixar a coisa mais idiota ainda ¬¬ '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu queria ter desejado que nunca tivesse acontecido nada entre nós ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mas depois eu me lembro dos momentos bons ... dos momentos em que realmente você me conseguiu fazer feliz ... doos momentos em que eu podia encher a boca pra dizer :&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" esse é o meeu namorado , o único que me faz feliz . o AMOR DA MINHA VIDA. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu te amo tanto ... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;como eu nunca amei ninguéém (♫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Porque aquilo tudo aconteceu ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Em um dia , estavamos beem ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No outro , meeu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;inferno&lt;/span&gt; particular ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Penso em esquecer tudo ... e voou durmir ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Acordo ... e percebo que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sonheei com você &lt;/span&gt;... sonheei com nossos planos realizados ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;éér ...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Planoos &lt;/span&gt;... Tinhamos tantos ... era tão lindo pensar em cada um naquela época... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mais éé tão doloroso pensar em cada um &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AGORA&lt;/span&gt; ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quando isso tudo vai &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;acabar&lt;/span&gt; ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Porque eu sou presa ao passado ?...  Porque eu sou &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;presa A VOCÊ&lt;/span&gt; ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259431609958770524-6704047410578947033?l=jeito-menina-de-ser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeito-menina-de-ser.blogspot.com/feeds/6704047410578947033/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259431609958770524&amp;postID=6704047410578947033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259431609958770524/posts/default/6704047410578947033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259431609958770524/posts/default/6704047410578947033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeito-menina-de-ser.blogspot.com/2009/10/presa-ao-passado.html' title='&apos;   Presa ao Passado ...'/><author><name>Bruna Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01501272656429361806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_McgWiDYdHw4/SrVuUH6F_hI/AAAAAAAAAKc/S2q8b7unveE/S220/perfil.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259431609958770524.post-1221975921814611400</id><published>2009-09-28T15:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:34:54.897-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><title type='text'>" Amoor Próprio ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quando me amei de verdade, comecei a me livrar de tudo o que não fosse saudável...pessoas, tarefas, tudo e qualquer coisa que me pusesse para baixo. De início, minha razão chamou essa atitude de egoísmo. Hoje sei que se chama &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amor próprio&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259431609958770524-1221975921814611400?l=jeito-menina-de-ser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeito-menina-de-ser.blogspot.com/feeds/1221975921814611400/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259431609958770524&amp;postID=1221975921814611400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259431609958770524/posts/default/1221975921814611400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259431609958770524/posts/default/1221975921814611400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeito-menina-de-ser.blogspot.com/2009/09/amoor-proprio_28.html' title='&quot; Amoor Próprio ...'/><author><name>Bruna Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01501272656429361806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_McgWiDYdHw4/SrVuUH6F_hI/AAAAAAAAAKc/S2q8b7unveE/S220/perfil.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259431609958770524.post-1741925270939817297</id><published>2009-09-21T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:19:42.832-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Besteiras da Bruna (:'/><title type='text'>E nesse frioziinho ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_McgWiDYdHw4/SrfvvSeJN0I/AAAAAAAAALE/7d2I3AdBcc8/s1600-h/Casal_na_cama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 349px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_McgWiDYdHw4/SrfvvSeJN0I/AAAAAAAAALE/7d2I3AdBcc8/s320/Casal_na_cama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384035475235878722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uma ótima semana pra vocc's    ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ Bruniinha Almeidaah ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259431609958770524-1741925270939817297?l=jeito-menina-de-ser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeito-menina-de-ser.blogspot.com/feeds/1741925270939817297/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259431609958770524&amp;postID=1741925270939817297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259431609958770524/posts/default/1741925270939817297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259431609958770524/posts/default/1741925270939817297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeito-menina-de-ser.blogspot.com/2009/09/e-nesse-frioziinho.html' title='E nesse frioziinho ...'/><author><name>Bruna Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01501272656429361806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_McgWiDYdHw4/SrVuUH6F_hI/AAAAAAAAAKc/S2q8b7unveE/S220/perfil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_McgWiDYdHw4/SrfvvSeJN0I/AAAAAAAAALE/7d2I3AdBcc8/s72-c/Casal_na_cama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259431609958770524.post-5111537536034806863</id><published>2009-09-19T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:07:33.013-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Como TRATAR  uma menina na TPM ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_McgWiDYdHw4/SrV14JgHG2I/AAAAAAAAAK8/5-Bi9VyZf8s/s1600-h/digitalizar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_McgWiDYdHw4/SrV14JgHG2I/AAAAAAAAAK8/5-Bi9VyZf8s/s320/digitalizar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383338537075022690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I. Tá com fome? garoto???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PERIGOSO: O que tem pro jantar?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SEGURO: Posso te ajudar com o jantar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SEGURÍSSIMO: Aonde você quer ir pra jantar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ULTRA-SEGURO: Aqui, come esse chocolate.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;II. Vão sair???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PERIGOSO: Você vai vestindo ISSO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SEGURO: Nossa, você fica bem de marrom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SEGURÍSSIMO: Uau! Tá uma gata!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;ULTRA-SEGURO: Aqui, come esse chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;III. Num momento de briga...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PERIGOSO: Tá nervosa por quê?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SEGURO: Será que não estamos exagerando?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SEGURÍSSIMO: Calma amor, a culpa é minha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ULTRA-SEGURO: Aqui, come esse chocolate.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IV. Jantar romântico.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PERIGOSO: Será que você devia comer isso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SEGURO: Sabe, ainda tem bastante maçã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SEGURÍSSIMO: Quer um copo de vinho pra acompanhar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ULTRA-SEGURO: Aqui, come esse chocolate.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;V. Contando sobre seu dia...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PERIGOSO: O que você fez o dia todo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SEGURO: Espero que você não tenha trabalhado demais hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SEGURÍSSIMO: Tenho muito orgulho do que você faz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;ULTRA-SEGURO: Aqui, come esse chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Minha &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;conclusão&lt;/span&gt; nisso tudo? Que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Willy Wonka&lt;/span&gt; não sofre com &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TPM&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259431609958770524-5111537536034806863?l=jeito-menina-de-ser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeito-menina-de-ser.blogspot.com/feeds/5111537536034806863/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259431609958770524&amp;postID=5111537536034806863&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259431609958770524/posts/default/5111537536034806863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259431609958770524/posts/default/5111537536034806863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeito-menina-de-ser.blogspot.com/2009/09/como-tratar-uma-menina-na-tpm.html' title='Como TRATAR  uma menina na TPM ?'/><author><name>Bruna Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01501272656429361806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_McgWiDYdHw4/SrVuUH6F_hI/AAAAAAAAAKc/S2q8b7unveE/S220/perfil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_McgWiDYdHw4/SrV14JgHG2I/AAAAAAAAAK8/5-Bi9VyZf8s/s72-c/digitalizar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259431609958770524.post-5216796944460879032</id><published>2009-09-17T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T10:59:43.406-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><title type='text'>Um amor proibido .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_McgWiDYdHw4/SrK5BHid2sI/AAAAAAAAAKU/MibYMq2ixhk/s1600-h/choro-mulher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 204px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_McgWiDYdHw4/SrK5BHid2sI/AAAAAAAAAKU/MibYMq2ixhk/s320/choro-mulher.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382567933515782850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Não paro de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pensar em você&lt;/span&gt; . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Depois do que rolou entre nós &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seus olhos e seu  sorriso&lt;/span&gt; se fixaram em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;minha cabeça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Porque&lt;/span&gt; isso está acontecendo ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Será &lt;/span&gt;que i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sso é certo  ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Será &lt;/span&gt;que estou me iludindo demais  ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tenho medo de me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;machucar&lt;/span&gt; no final mais uma vez. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E cair a ficha de que tudo não passou de um&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; momento,&lt;/span&gt; um ótimo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;momento&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Um amor escondido, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;um amor proibido&lt;/span&gt;, eu acho que não pode passar disso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E tudo só depende de você, só depende da sua situação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu não quero abrir mão disso nunca mais, porque só &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eu sei o quanto &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eu sinto a sua falta&lt;/span&gt;, o quanto eu necessito de você perto de mim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o quanto eu fico feliz só de ver &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seu sorriso e seus olhos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quando descobrirem , deixe que pensem o quer queiram pensar de nós, pra mim tanto faz, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eu vivo por você. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Se tenho você, não preciso de mais nada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu vou me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;esconder nos teus braços&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;escutar  sua voz soar no meu ouvido&lt;/span&gt;, e assim &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sonhar (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/1259431609958770524-5216796944460879032?l=jeito-menina-de-ser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeito-menina-de-ser.blogspot.com/feeds/5216796944460879032/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259431609958770524&amp;postID=5216796944460879032&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259431609958770524/posts/default/5216796944460879032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259431609958770524/posts/default/5216796944460879032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeito-menina-de-ser.blogspot.com/2009/09/um-amor-proibido.html' title='Um amor proibido .'/><author><name>Bruna Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01501272656429361806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_McgWiDYdHw4/SrVuUH6F_hI/AAAAAAAAAKc/S2q8b7unveE/S220/perfil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_McgWiDYdHw4/SrK5BHid2sI/AAAAAAAAAKU/MibYMq2ixhk/s72-c/choro-mulher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259431609958770524.post-5210462659167541134</id><published>2009-09-14T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T10:58:48.001-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><title type='text'>Como eu pude acreditar ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_McgWiDYdHw4/SrK1jPtZq2I/AAAAAAAAAKM/sxUjaP_bpMQ/s1600-h/decepcao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_McgWiDYdHw4/SrK1jPtZq2I/AAAAAAAAAKM/sxUjaP_bpMQ/s320/decepcao.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382564121778170722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dói demais&lt;/span&gt; descobrir que no que você acreditava, não era a verdade. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dói demais&lt;/span&gt; descobrir saber que a única pessoa em quem você confiava, era a única que não merecia. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dói demais &lt;/span&gt;descobrir que você foi enganada. Minha garganta parece que está fechada, da minha boca não sai nenhuma palavra, parecem estar amargas, e já basta sentir o amargo gosto da traição. Cada lágrima desce ardente e cortante pelo meu rosto, sinto chorar sangue, mas ninguém parece perceber a minha dor. Eu finjo estar bem, mas meu coração palpita. E a cada palpitação se quebra, me fere. Será que ele não percebeu&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; a dor que ia me causar&lt;/span&gt;. Será que ele não sabia que se mentisse ia ser &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bem pior pra mim&lt;/span&gt;? E &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;por que &lt;/span&gt;ele disse que me amava? Será que ele não sabia que corria o risco de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;acreditar&lt;/span&gt;? A troco de que ele &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tirou tudo que eu tinha&lt;/span&gt;? A troco do que ele me fez dar tudo que eu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;podia&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Porque&lt;/span&gt; ele levou tudo de mim? O que ele &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ganharia&lt;/span&gt; com isso? Minha dor, meu sofrimento? Qual é o seu prazer em me ver chorar? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como eu pude acreditar?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259431609958770524-5210462659167541134?l=jeito-menina-de-ser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeito-menina-de-ser.blogspot.com/feeds/5210462659167541134/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259431609958770524&amp;postID=5210462659167541134&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259431609958770524/posts/default/5210462659167541134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259431609958770524/posts/default/5210462659167541134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeito-menina-de-ser.blogspot.com/2009/09/como-eu-pude-acreditar.html' title='Como eu pude acreditar ?'/><author><name>Bruna Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01501272656429361806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_McgWiDYdHw4/SrVuUH6F_hI/AAAAAAAAAKc/S2q8b7unveE/S220/perfil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_McgWiDYdHw4/SrK1jPtZq2I/AAAAAAAAAKM/sxUjaP_bpMQ/s72-c/decepcao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1259431609958770524.post-5864079673177631057</id><published>2009-08-25T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T10:50:27.669-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perguntas sem respostas'/><title type='text'>~ Porque os homens TRAEM tanto ?  O.O</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_McgWiDYdHw4/SrKyxoGwtVI/AAAAAAAAAKE/l5GOq4YRVrw/s1600-h/traicao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_McgWiDYdHw4/SrKyxoGwtVI/AAAAAAAAAKE/l5GOq4YRVrw/s320/traicao.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382561070310274386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sempre perguntamos isso  ...&lt;br /&gt;Então deixa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ELES &lt;/span&gt;responderem néé  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yohan Narcizo&lt;/strong&gt; : " Nem todos traem ... isso depende do relacionamento de cada casal"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hudson Santos&lt;/strong&gt; : " Os unicos que traem são aqueles que nn gostam da sua companheira"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alan Costa&lt;/strong&gt; : " Se o garoto não for todo dia na casa da garota ele costuma trair mesmo "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Junior Cold&lt;/strong&gt; : " Talvez porque não levam o namoro a sério " &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mario Henrrique&lt;/strong&gt; : " Porquê eles naum estão satisfeitos com a mulher que tem "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caio Oliveira&lt;/strong&gt; : " Acho que é porquê já estão cansados do mesmo beijoo"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marquinhos&lt;/strong&gt; : " Acho que é medoo de ser traido, dai acabam traindo. Tipo ... pensam assim 'Haa vai que ela me trai também ?' . Daí por isso que eu acho q pra namorar tem que rolar confiança e tal se não nem rola . "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Douglas Santana&lt;/strong&gt; : " Essa é uma pergunta sem resposta , depende de cada um ! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carlos Assumpção&lt;/strong&gt; : Esse lance de trair é muito relativo.A confiança tem de que partir dos dois, e traição não passa de um ponto de vista, pois cada um tem o seu. Se todos os seres humanos fossem iguais não haveria traição já que todos iriam pensar da mesma forma e terem os mesmos gostos. Voltando ao lance da traição, não importa de qual lado seja sempre acontece pelo fato do relacionamento ter caído na rotina ou uma das partes esteja sufocando à outra ... o famoso grude.Nesse momento que os homens procuram se desvencilhar das famosas chicletinho puq elas já não oferecem o que já ofereciam antes, assim traindo, procurando em outra oq achava em sua atual ou ex...Já as mulheres, procuram um ombro de outro ou um homem q lhes forneça o que seu atual não consegue mais lhes proporcionar que seria em muitos casos carinho, atenção e proteção.Porem não sou o Hitch, não nasci para dar conselhos amorosos o Maximo que eu fiz foi tentar explicar o mundo mais maluco que é o dos relacionamentos entre casais. E por fim vou deixar uma frase que reflete muita coisa...“ A confiança é igual a um papel, uma vez amassada, nunca mais pode voltar a ser o que era antes...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ee aii ? Quaal fooi a melhoor resposta ?  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1259431609958770524-5864079673177631057?l=jeito-menina-de-ser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeito-menina-de-ser.blogspot.com/feeds/5864079673177631057/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1259431609958770524&amp;postID=5864079673177631057&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259431609958770524/posts/default/5864079673177631057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1259431609958770524/posts/default/5864079673177631057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeito-menina-de-ser.blogspot.com/2009/08/porque-os-homens-traem-tanto-s.html' title='~ Porque os homens TRAEM tanto ?  O.O'/><author><name>Bruna Almeida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01501272656429361806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_McgWiDYdHw4/SrVuUH6F_hI/AAAAAAAAAKc/S2q8b7unveE/S220/perfil.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_McgWiDYdHw4/SrKyxoGwtVI/AAAAAAAAAKE/l5GOq4YRVrw/s72-c/traicao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry></feed>
