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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-2314315305796892843</id><published>2012-01-04T00:58:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T01:08:23.112-02:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>dia estranho, noite também.&lt;br /&gt;eu juro que queria agir, pensar e sentir diferente&lt;br /&gt;queria que fosse mais acessível o que as pessoas que eu amo e me importo pensam também. adoraria poder controlar tudo. resolver tudo. endireitar o mal resolvido. mas quem sou eu afinal? aquela que embola, que perde o jogo de cintura e o rebolado, aquela que complica na hora ingrata, num dia qualquer da semana de um ano que eu ainda queria que fosse o melhor. pq a vida assim? pq o amor assim? pq tanta confusão aqui dentro, tantas meias palavras, tanta bússola defeituosa apontando a direção. o coração do homem é enganoso, mas precisava ser tanto? sou aquela que estica os braços pra largar a saudade, que deseja o perfume, que anseia o abraço, mas que se cansou de esperar por tudo isso. aquela que escolhe escolhe, mas solta as palavras erradas, aquela que deixa a desejar, aquela que talvez possa sim ser substituída, e por isso tem medo. muito medo. e aquele medo que paralisa, que coloca dúvidas e faz pensar..será que eu ainda devo ir?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-2314315305796892843?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/2314315305796892843/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=2314315305796892843' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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acertando.&lt;br /&gt;vontade de deitar na cama e deixar o som bem alto rolando. agora tá rolando Teatro mágico e essa é a unica vontade possivel no momento ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-7326351189883966364?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/7326351189883966364/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=7326351189883966364' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/7326351189883966364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/7326351189883966364'/><link rel='alternate' 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267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ytiNTlTI-r8/Ttw9Erq5TDI/AAAAAAAACVY/jTZSjdaEt34/s400/IMG_7170.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682483980486134834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me ver&lt;br /&gt;Me achar&lt;br /&gt;No seu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Pra entender o que é o gostar.&lt;br /&gt;Quem garante&lt;br /&gt;Que o que você é&lt;br /&gt;É o que o outro enxerga?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-5589150648129084449?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/5589150648129084449/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=5589150648129084449' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-8094455491609347034</id><published>2011-12-05T01:15:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T01:33:47.351-02:00</updated><title type='text'>só pra mim.</title><content type='html'>Coisas,tantas coisas acontecendo.&lt;br /&gt;Mudanças nesse fim de ano. Armário novo, quarto novo, depilação a laser, voltei com a drenagem linfática, parei de tomar refri e comer doce, fiquei um mês sem nada dos dois e perdi só um kg..rs, mas ok. Viagens já certas pro ano que vem. Búzios, Rondônia, Brasília. Ansiedade pra essa última, claro.. Propostas de trabalho, parcerias com fotografia. será? sei lá.. acho que prefiro continuar sozinha. Mas penso que posso aprender muito se eu topar a parceria. Mas e minha agenda, como ficaria? e meus trabalhos individuais? vou conseguir continuar fazendo? perguntas sem respostas por enquanto. um tiro no escuro talvez. um medinho, uma sensação de auto  suficiência tb, que não sei até qdo é positiva. ai! Aniversário chegando..26,caramba! hj quando fotografo aniversário de 15 anos, os meninos me chamam de tia. mas como assim? minha festa foi ontem tb! ontem...há  quase 12 anos! chega a assustar. minha  vida tá voando, tudo passando mto rápido e aquele blablabla todo de fim de ano, mas é sério. ainda bem que as coisas estão indo mto bem. claro que ainda tô começando e creio que vou prosperar mto ainda na minha carreira. aqui em vix ou onde estiver. Peço a Deus disposição, saúde, sabedoria, bons contatos e clientes bacanas. quero que meus olhos sejam sempre bons e atentos. mente sadia e criativa. conexão direta com o Pai, sempre, autor da minha vida, dono do respirar. Daqui uns dias devo voltar pra fazer outro post retrospectiva. Afinal, aniversario...natal, fim de ano..merece!&lt;br /&gt;Por enquanto só tenho que agradecer a Deus, meu paizão, que tem me abençoado tanto e fez tanto por mim nesse 2011. desejo ainda mais crescimento e coisas boas em 2012. acredito que vai ser 'meu ano'. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-8094455491609347034?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/8094455491609347034/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=8094455491609347034' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/8094455491609347034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-3790404861972668876?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/3790404861972668876/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=3790404861972668876' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/3790404861972668876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/3790404861972668876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2011/11/as-coisas-passam-sem-saber-passar-sera.html' title=''/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-1354670983972610184</id><published>2011-11-01T00:04:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T00:05:57.467-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>agora o lance é comigo e Deus.&lt;br /&gt;Ele sabe mto mais que eu do que eu preciso&lt;br /&gt;e eu entrego em suas mãos pra fazer sua vtd em minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;alívio é a palavra. confiança tb ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-1354670983972610184?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-3131392306803121846</id><published>2011-10-31T00:49:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T00:50:12.713-02:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>acabou o que não era pra ter começado ;)&lt;br /&gt;enfim, fim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-3131392306803121846?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/3131392306803121846/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=3131392306803121846' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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preciso pensar em parar&lt;br /&gt;é preciso parar de pensar&lt;br /&gt;por um tempo&lt;br /&gt;necessário é sonhar, ter bons pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;necessário é não ter razão de nada&lt;br /&gt;eu duvido que me tenha na sua mala&lt;br /&gt;sua bagagem anda tão necessitada&lt;br /&gt;de ser refeita, reformulada&lt;br /&gt;é preciso escolher o que se carrega&lt;br /&gt;o que se leva e traz de cada viagem &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coisa idiota que escrevi no Antonios Bar, acho que em Copacabana, na ultima viagem que fiz com a Julia pro Rio. tenho a melodia na cabeça, mas falta dar um jeito na letra, quero jogar o papel fora, pq vai acabar se perdendo, por isso to postando aqui.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-796199415241562937?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-2104095954962132601</id><published>2011-10-27T01:39:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T01:46:13.861-02:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>... e aos poucos você vai sumindo,&lt;br /&gt;assim, tão displicente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu não vou mais insistir no que nunca deu certo&lt;br /&gt;deixo ir, pra algo melhor vir, ou voltar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quem vai sorrir, quem vai chorar? eu não.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-2104095954962132601?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/2104095954962132601/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=2104095954962132601' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/2104095954962132601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/2104095954962132601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post_27.html' title='.'/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-4894546971692630595</id><published>2011-10-27T01:31:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T01:38:49.320-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Teresa - ES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wjeKYV2SM6g/TqjRigE-T_I/AAAAAAAACSQ/KYTMaS3YVjE/s1600/DSC_5779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wjeKYV2SM6g/TqjRigE-T_I/AAAAAAAACSQ/KYTMaS3YVjE/s400/DSC_5779.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668010521702322162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bXvigx2Xh-A/TqjRiMqBVkI/AAAAAAAACSE/gmkT_A_XgOM/s1600/DSC_5935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bXvigx2Xh-A/TqjRiMqBVkI/AAAAAAAACSE/gmkT_A_XgOM/s400/DSC_5935.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668010516489000514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Ouiu8Gz4f8/TqjRh0VEZAI/AAAAAAAACR4/Gawj7IAU8Zo/s1600/DSC_5932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Ouiu8Gz4f8/TqjRh0VEZAI/AAAAAAAACR4/Gawj7IAU8Zo/s400/DSC_5932.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668010509958669314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dei de presente pros meus pais duas diárias num hotel em Santa Teresa, mas acabei indo junto. Foi ótimo. Deu pra sonhar, pensar, ver o que não condiz com o que tá rolando aqui na vida real. Deu pra ver o que definitivamente não tá legal. Mas não vou falar de coisa desagradável. Vou falar da viagem, que foi ótima. Amo meus pais e estar com eles naquele friozinho de 11º foi ótimo! Os três na mesma cama vendo tv...delicia! Momentos que serão relembrados pra sempre. Adorei, e eles também, é o que importa ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-4894546971692630595?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/4894546971692630595/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=4894546971692630595' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/4894546971692630595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/4894546971692630595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2011/10/santa-teresa-es.html' title='Santa Teresa - ES'/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wjeKYV2SM6g/TqjRigE-T_I/AAAAAAAACSQ/KYTMaS3YVjE/s72-c/DSC_5779.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-5791240080402722589</id><published>2011-10-23T01:46:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T01:47:39.561-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>é tanta coisa que eu nem sei dizer.&lt;br /&gt;dias não tão bons assim. precisando de férias&lt;br /&gt;de algumas pessoas. mas já? é sim..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-5791240080402722589?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/5791240080402722589/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=5791240080402722589' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/5791240080402722589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/5791240080402722589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2011/10/e-tanta-coisa-que-eu-nem-sei-dizer.html' title=''/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-3931245140717170805</id><published>2011-10-13T14:18:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T14:20:30.159-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia das crianças</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iIQMu83M6kY/TpcdnllWIHI/AAAAAAAACRM/isTaP72kbsk/s1600/DSC_5555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iIQMu83M6kY/TpcdnllWIHI/AAAAAAAACRM/isTaP72kbsk/s400/DSC_5555.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663027622382542962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foi ontem, e fizemos um trabalho lindo no hospital infantil ;)&lt;br /&gt;mais fotos aqui:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.162642053827629.37991.100002455057041&amp;type=1&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-3931245140717170805?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/3931245140717170805/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=3931245140717170805' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/3931245140717170805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/3931245140717170805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2011/10/dia-das-criancas.html' title='Dia das crianças'/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iIQMu83M6kY/TpcdnllWIHI/AAAAAAAACRM/isTaP72kbsk/s72-c/DSC_5555.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-2538525104272953095</id><published>2011-10-13T14:13:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T14:18:27.290-03:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>se eu acreditasse em inferno astral, diria que era ele, mas não...foi 'só' minha semana daqueles dias, que não dura só o quanto dura uma tpm básica. meus nervos ficam a flor da pele, sensibilidade no talo, uma chatice que só eu entendo e aguento. haha, que bom que passa, e passou! mas algo anda me incomodando, uma certa pessoa, a presença dela. mas vai passar,eu espero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-2538525104272953095?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/2538525104272953095/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=2538525104272953095' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/2538525104272953095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/2538525104272953095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-4050365141835328860</id><published>2011-10-11T00:45:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T00:49:36.213-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>é melhor eu ficar calada. mas eu só queria saber pq td tem que ser tão difícil assim?quando acho que as coisas vão melhorar, percebo que a fase anterior tava boa. até quando? uma direção na vida não seria nada mal. (já) não aguento mais. mas como?&lt;br /&gt;'é impossível ser feliz sozinho'...será? será que eu não sei mais ser feliz em dupla, em par? será que algo inconsciente me leva a  querer algo que já tive antes e por isso comparo..comparo.(?) que merda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-4050365141835328860?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/4050365141835328860/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=4050365141835328860' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/4050365141835328860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/4050365141835328860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2011/10/e-melhor-eu-ficar-calada.html' title=''/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-6247518453992437809</id><published>2011-10-06T00:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T00:48:12.316-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>namorando ;)&lt;br /&gt;05.10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-6247518453992437809?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/6247518453992437809/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=6247518453992437809' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/6247518453992437809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/6247518453992437809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2011/10/namorando-05.html' title=''/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-798620019800687355</id><published>2011-09-24T01:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T02:00:54.727-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>em Paraty.&lt;br /&gt;felizfeliz, aproveitando td aqui, e com expectativas da volta ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-798620019800687355?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/798620019800687355/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=798620019800687355' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/798620019800687355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/798620019800687355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2011/09/em-paraty.html' title=''/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-2049840728504282635</id><published>2011-08-30T02:13:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T02:13:57.740-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can not be&lt;br /&gt;li&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;v&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-2049840728504282635?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/2049840728504282635/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=2049840728504282635' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VINTsUogDGk&amp;feature=feedrec_grec_index&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-8450500352093379643?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/8450500352093379643/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=8450500352093379643' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/8450500352093379643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/8450500352093379643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2011/07/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-4730907779780427545</id><published>2011-07-27T22:21:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T22:35:10.697-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To indo dormir, chorando. chorando muito.&lt;br /&gt;hj o dia foi agradável, trabalhei um pouco, joguei frescobol, andei de bike, vi novela das seis com meu avô..até aí td muito bem, mas incrível como respostas alheias, ou indiretas  de quem vc ja amou, etc, tem o poder de me ferir tanto. e eu não to de tpm. mas to extremamente triste. foram coisas que li na internet, foi resposta de uma cliente: um prejuizo que não tava esperando, mas vou tomar. e pra não entrar mais a  fundo na discussão, me calo, aceito, acato do jeito que ela quiser.Eu queria fazer um post privado, seria esse, mas pelo jeito só dá pra tornar &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;todos&lt;/span&gt; privados..se alguem me lê, é isso mesmo? =/&lt;br /&gt;Precisava mto desabafar as outras coisas, mas o post teria que ser só meu..enfim, já que não consegui, vou ficando por aqui.&lt;br /&gt;nada bem, emocionalmente mt frágil, com vtd de sumir do mundo e da vida das pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;foda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-4730907779780427545?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/4730907779780427545/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=4730907779780427545' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/4730907779780427545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/4730907779780427545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2011/07/to-indo-dormir-chorando.html' title=''/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-4400158637726824026</id><published>2011-06-27T01:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T01:15:34.566-03:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>se hj eu não acredito tanto no amor, a culpa foi minha que nunca deixou ele viver direito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-4400158637726824026?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/4400158637726824026/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=4400158637726824026' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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ciência. É experiência do beijo. De olhar os olhos de alguém no instante que acorda: sonolentos e cheios de aurora. O amor cheira a amaciante: roupas amassadas sobre a cama, bagunça no guarda-roupa, calcinhas pelo chão. Amor é o substantivo que só se verbaliza quando perde a primeira pessoa do singular. E não tem regência verbo-nominal. Perde a concordância. Objetos indiretos. Predicação duvidosa. Sujeito composto-oculto-indefinido. Amor é perder a gramática, pra ganhar a poesia. &lt;br /&gt;E tem gente que acha que não. É uma agonia de tornar o amor coerente. Um poder de calar, quando o melhor é o berro. E assim ameniza o amor. Dopa. Até que morra, mofino e sem sentido. Amor é tudo que as pessoas querem, depois de pipoca e cinema norte-bobo-americano. E é tudo que não cabe no cotidiano medido: na feira do mês, na palavra exata, na resposta esperada, na sintonia perfeita, na frase de efeito, no livro de auto-ajuda, nos previsão do horóscopo, no blog. O amor é a possibilidade de delírio a partir das coisas mais banais. É enroscar os pés, sob os lençóis, no calor de uma quarta-feira. É água de coco comprada à beira-mar, apenas para refrescar a ressaca, ou a tensão, ou coisa nenhuma. É o gesto mais bobo e mais cheio de significado. É perder a desinência na pessoalidade do outro. E não achar que ta em prejuízo. Que amor não preço, tabela de mercado, coerência matemática. O amor só vale a pena quando a gente quer abrir mão de alguma coisa. Seja de um adjetivo, de uma pegação, de uma lógica, de um verbo, de um medo, de um nada, de tudo, talvez. Amor acontece quando a gente se distrai. E depois olha a pessoa e acha o mundo estranho sem ela. Acho que o amor é a coisa mais equivocada e mais linda. Por isso é humano. Amor de plástico, com embalagem pop de dia perfeito dos namorados eu não quero. Quero amor feinho (adélia prado, perdoe o plágio, é só devoção a seu verso). Não quero ninguém igual a mim, que me dê todas as respostas. Não quero amor engomado. Proto e acabado; fast food; ao consumo imediato. Quero o amor que conflita. Que olha nos olhos da diferença. Ajusta o advérbio, para caber no modo no outro. Não pelo gosto do encaixe, mas pelo desejo de estar ao lado. Acho que o amor acontece quando a gente arquiva o método perfeito; o conceito acabado; a metodologia definida. Mesmo que precise doer. Mesmo que precise chorar. O amor é cutucar as gavetas e encontrar as peças íntimas do outro. Porque as coisas mais triviais do cotidiano estão emaranhadas: nos cômodos, nas veias, nas cartas, nos suspiros. O amor acontece quando a gente não se encontra nos nossos gestos mais sabidos. Porque bagunçou os acenos, as verdades, o eu. Porque não é mais sozinho. E se confunde com o outro. São as bobagens mais deleitáveis. Mesmo que tudo desarrume depois, ou não. Mesmo que não encaixe. Amor perde o endereço.O amor não mede. Não tem tempo. Só intensidade. Amor é atemporal. Melhor: amor é temporal. E eu, menina enxaguada, choro baixinho. O amor que poderia ter sido, e não foi, e não é, e talvez seja. E eu descubra mais tarde, quando desarquivar a ciência. E for tarde demais para o amor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://afloreanausea.blig.ig.com.br/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-820221452430110355?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/820221452430110355/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=820221452430110355' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/820221452430110355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/820221452430110355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2011/06/sobre-o-amor.html' title='sobre o amor.'/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-6973255637027009189</id><published>2011-06-02T23:01:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T23:29:21.399-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alguma coisa ainda não se encaixa&lt;br /&gt;e parece que tá longe.&lt;br /&gt;é, vc tb tá longe, mesmo quando perto de mim.&lt;br /&gt;as vezes dá liga, as vezes não.&lt;br /&gt;as vezes tá conectado, outras não.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-6973255637027009189?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/6973255637027009189/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=6973255637027009189' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/6973255637027009189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/6973255637027009189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2011/06/alguma-coisa-ainda-nao-se-encaixa-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-4707256818400681780</id><published>2011-06-01T02:13:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T02:24:11.600-03:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdS4qdF5gFI/TeXMfJKUvvI/AAAAAAAABxI/c898TzQMKDs/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdS4qdF5gFI/TeXMfJKUvvI/AAAAAAAABxI/c898TzQMKDs/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613117345994424050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coração vazio é uma merda, só serve pra gente escrever, ficar mais sensível. qd vc vê que não daria certo mesmo(e afinal, o que é dar certo? é ficar junto pra sempre mesmo? 'só isso'?) por enquanto acho que sim. pq é o que eu quero. quero coração quieto, calmo. quero olhar no olho e poder ler sem legenda. quero não temer o amanhã, quero não pensar que tudo acaba, uma barra de chocolate sim, a água no planeta, ok, mas um sentimento de verdade? até isso? quero acreditar no pra sempre. eu no fundo ainda sei que ele existe e pode bater na minha cara quando estiver dormindo: 'ei, acorda, menina desacreditada!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agora é me esforçar pra não 'regostar' de ngm já dormindo aqui dentro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-4707256818400681780?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/4707256818400681780/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=4707256818400681780' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/4707256818400681780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/4707256818400681780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdS4qdF5gFI/TeXMfJKUvvI/AAAAAAAABxI/c898TzQMKDs/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-6638094012576404511</id><published>2011-05-08T13:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T13:03:09.966-03:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>só quero ficar longe de gente assim tão fria,&lt;br /&gt;há quem finja amar. há quem finja bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e é desse tipo que eu quero me proteger,&lt;br /&gt;pq depois, é foda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-6638094012576404511?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/6638094012576404511/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=6638094012576404511' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/6638094012576404511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/6638094012576404511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-3186499162785554843</id><published>2011-04-24T13:58:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T14:06:11.769-03:00</updated><title type='text'>agora sim, acabou.</title><content type='html'>ei blog abandonado!&lt;br /&gt;um resumo rápido do que aconteceu nas últimas semanas:&lt;br /&gt;sofri, fiquei mal, mas passou.&lt;br /&gt;chorei, ri demais, estive confusa, desconfundi já,&lt;br /&gt;saí, me diverti muito, pensei em outras coisas, lembrei mt de outras coisas &lt;br /&gt;e a ficha de que não era pra ser &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; mesmo&lt;/span&gt; caiu definitivamente.&lt;br /&gt;então, na boa, só tenho que agradecer a Deus.;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-3186499162785554843?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/3186499162785554843/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=3186499162785554843' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/3186499162785554843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/3186499162785554843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2011/04/agora-sim-acabou.html' title='agora sim, acabou.'/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-5039732655055784494</id><published>2011-04-03T23:20:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T23:38:05.756-03:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>eu nunca sei.&lt;br /&gt;a cada vez, sei menos ainda,sobre mim, sobre você, sobre o tempo que passa e a  gente achando que tudo vai mudar, sobre as coisas que ferem meus princípios, meus gostos pessoais mais enjoados e você ultrapassa tudo, a ponto de machucar. a ponto de me fazer sentir de novo aquela mistura desnecessária de emoção ruim. semi choro, semi desabafo, semi desconforto e de não saber qual é a hora certa de fechar os olhos, passar a mão no cabelo, te beijar ou ter uma conversa mais séria. não sei quando  fugir, quando ficar, qd  questionar algo que eu ainda não acreditei.&lt;br /&gt;eu já disse que não gosto de coisa difícil e quando se trata de amor, piorou. aí é que eu penso mesmo que tudo deveria ser claro, transparente, simples, parecido, único. sem aversões quaisquer, sem listas do que não gosto e do que mudaria. não preciso disso,nem ele, afinal, se ele é assim, vai  escontrar alguem que se encaixe, que não se importa, que não se doa, que não seja tão como eu sou. desse jeito que               sutilmente te incomoda, mas agora você tá fechando os olhos pros meus defeitos, pq quer ajuda pra consertar os seus - o que é nobre e bom - mas pra que? pra eu não saber de novo até quando vai durar? pra daí um tempo de novo juntos, perceber que não deveriamos ter tentado recomeçar, pq  eram buracos  enormes de diferenças, abismos entre nós, que pulávamos todo dia de um lado pro outro, fingindo não ver a profundidade e o perigo caso caíssemos..eu pulei de um lado pro outro muitas vezes com você e pelo amor que eu ainda sinto, mas é saábio saber a hora de pular fora, ou  no caso, de deixar de pular. se a gente pode continuar não precipidando as coisas (que segundo vc, já foram tão precipitadas né? papel passado, aliança no dedo, pra que agora? agora não dá, e mil desculpas se desenrolam, pra esconder o &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;medo&lt;/span&gt;. pois é,eu também tenho meus medos..e o maior deles é acreditar que agora (pq logo agora? depois de uma queda violenta,                                                    duas semanas mal, tentando disfarçar,tendo que dar satisfação pra deus e o mundo)tudo vai mudar entre nós? &lt;br /&gt;desculpa, mas é muito difícil acreditar, mesmo com seu esforço. tem horas que desliza e eu brocho, volto à estaca zero. como eu estava mesmo, desde o dia que  me disse tchau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me lembrei desse versinho  que nem sei de quem é, mas que eu escrevia nos meus cadernos da 4ª série: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'quando você me deixou meu bem, disse pra eu ser feliz e passar bem&lt;br /&gt;quis morrer de ciúme, quase enlouqueci,&lt;br /&gt;mas depois, como de costume, obedeci'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e agora,um trecho de los, que sempre são trilha sonora pra qq ocasião:&lt;br /&gt;'nada vai mudar entre nós, como eu sei? eu só sei&lt;br /&gt;tudo vai permanecer igual,afinal, não há nada a fazer'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(o resto da música não encaixa no contexto.eu só quero esse trecho msm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23h37 de uma noite bem comum de domingo. uma noite de ideias de ponto final.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-5039732655055784494?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/5039732655055784494/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=5039732655055784494' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/5039732655055784494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/5039732655055784494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-5055533868809378255</id><published>2011-03-23T01:02:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T01:09:57.814-03:00</updated><title type='text'>agora minha sorte mudou.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'Agora eu sei o que realmente vale a pena,agora eu sei o que é importante pra mim,&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu sei o que eu realmente quero e assim é bem mais fácil conseguir&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu sei o que eu tornei complicado como se eu já não tivesse problemas demais&lt;br /&gt;Tenho percebido como eu tenho mudado e o que me incomodava ficou pra trás&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu enxergo o que me fez perder tempo e o que eu não quero nunca mais ter pra mim.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chega de pseudo amor né? &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-5055533868809378255?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/5055533868809378255/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=5055533868809378255' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/5055533868809378255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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(CFA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;só sei que to mal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-8671932065589397043?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/8671932065589397043/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=8671932065589397043' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/8671932065589397043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/8671932065589397043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2011/03/tudo-passara-um-dia-quem-sabe-tao-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-6186312969022628617</id><published>2011-03-13T14:31:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T14:58:05.265-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pronto. no home.&lt;br /&gt;outros planos deverão ser feitos.                           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tanta coisa na cabeça.tanta coisa que eu adoraria mudar.&lt;br /&gt;tanto medo. sei lá.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-6186312969022628617?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/6186312969022628617/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=6186312969022628617' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/6186312969022628617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/6186312969022628617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2011/03/pronto.html' title=''/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-8066370574497772015</id><published>2011-03-03T13:12:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T13:29:34.204-03:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>oi, véspera de carnaval e um drama. não vou explicar nada. só resumir bem.&lt;br /&gt;eu queria uma coisa, que nos 45 do 2º tempo, consegui a permissão. mas pra isso, muita lágrima  teve que cair, mt discussão, mt coração disparado, nervosos a  flor da pele.&lt;br /&gt;de tanto querer, e saber previamente que não podia, perdeu a graça. eu briguei só pelo direito mesmo de ir, de escolher o que fazer. mas quando consegui. não quis mais.&lt;br /&gt;eu amo as coisas fáceis, mais simplificadas, minha vida sempre foi assim e eu sempre soube dar valor às coisas que eu não preciso morrer de chorar e brigar tanto por elas.&lt;br /&gt;acho que quando tem q ser, vai ser de forma leve. se ficar dificil demais, impossivel, vejo como sinais. se precisar fazer mto esforço, explicar por a mais b os porquês, etc, já não dá mais pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enfim.é só um desabafo.&lt;br /&gt;bom carnaval pra mim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-8066370574497772015?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/8066370574497772015/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=8066370574497772015' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/8066370574497772015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/8066370574497772015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-7902288555446146393</id><published>2011-02-14T01:11:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T01:27:17.486-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'você é tudo pra mim'&lt;/span&gt; é tão sério de se dizer,&lt;br /&gt;por isso mesmo, quando dito,&lt;br /&gt;é tão gostoso de ouvir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;olhando no olho, fica melhor ainda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-7902288555446146393?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/7902288555446146393/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=7902288555446146393' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/7902288555446146393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/7902288555446146393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2011/02/voce-e-tudo-pra-mim-e-tao-serio-de-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-2760157678956188415</id><published>2011-01-22T01:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T01:36:49.608-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>acabou.&lt;br /&gt;só pra constar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-2760157678956188415?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/2760157678956188415/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-8260425460745188640</id><published>2011-01-08T23:46:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T23:54:08.579-02:00</updated><title type='text'>resumo rápido dos dois ultimos meses.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/TSkVAQt_B6I/AAAAAAAABFc/YMjU8NKS5No/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/TSkVAQt_B6I/AAAAAAAABFc/YMjU8NKS5No/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559998309197612962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/TSkULpwAMZI/AAAAAAAABFU/lnbJ-RrNSZE/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/TSkULpwAMZI/AAAAAAAABFU/lnbJ-RrNSZE/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559997405383897490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/TSkULYsXRfI/AAAAAAAABFM/KoHZFBP2ViU/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/TSkULYsXRfI/AAAAAAAABFM/KoHZFBP2ViU/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559997400805230066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/TSkULCYgDII/AAAAAAAABFE/sUFQjQqKCOA/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/TSkULCYgDII/AAAAAAAABFE/sUFQjQqKCOA/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559997394816339074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/TSkUKyR2x9I/AAAAAAAABE8/jpPWyQFvZSk/s1600/7_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/TSkUKyR2x9I/AAAAAAAABE8/jpPWyQFvZSk/s400/7_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559997390493501394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porto seguro, iriri, curitiba, aimorés, vix (não tá na ordem.hehe) =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-8260425460745188640?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/8260425460745188640/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=8260425460745188640' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/8260425460745188640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/8260425460745188640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2011/01/resumo-rapido-dos-dois-ultimos-meses.html' title='resumo rápido dos dois ultimos meses.'/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/TSkVAQt_B6I/AAAAAAAABFc/YMjU8NKS5No/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-5750316928882313697</id><published>2011-01-08T22:40:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T23:20:20.094-02:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 começa feliz.</title><content type='html'>Ei 2011, vc chegou chegando!&lt;br /&gt;Não deu tempo de fazer planos mirabolantes, nem promessas pra emagrecer uns 7 kgs (o que é uma boa ideia), ou terminar a merda da matéria que acho q nunca vou passar na pós(finanças corporativas), não deu tempo de recaptulações nem chororô. Até porque, cá pra nós, esse ano de 2010 não foi teve nada de chororô, se teve pontos ruins, sinceramente não me lembro bem. 2010 foi decisivo em muitas coisas, e acho que nunca estive tão feliz. Parece que as coisas finalmente estão caminhando da melhor forma.  Agradeço muito a Deus por tudo o que aconteceu nele, pelos trabalhos de fotografia que surgiram, pelos muitos contatos que fiz na área, pelo muito que trabalhei na Findes, pela coragem de ter deixado a cachaça chamada Findes,rs, tenho certeza que foi em boa hora, ainda mais por ter saído tão bem com todo mundo e deicado tantos amigos por lá. Outro ponto marcante foi a melhora no relacionamento com meus pais. Aquela bateção de porta e gritaiada que rolava deixou de existir totalmente, e esse meu novo estado zen budista eu devo ao meu namorado, Berger, que me transformou e ainda está, numa pessoa muito mais calma e paz e amor. (não que antes eu não fosse, mas os mais próximos de mim sofriam um cadim pelo meu temperamento sanguíneo e a vtd de descontar tds as dores do mundo em quem eu mais amo). Mudei muito meu temperamento e comportamento, to ligando muito mais pras minhas atitudes e pensamentos, aprendi a ser mais flexível, maleável e não dar tanta importância pra coisas pequenas. Ter começado a namorar com Berger foi um dos pontos altos de meu 2010, conseguir gostar de alguém foi mt importante pra me desapegar de coisas passadas e a pensar no meu futuro com ele. Ele é muito especial pra mim e tem sido importante demais na minha vida. Amo muito meu pandinha filhote. Outra maravilha que me aconteceu em 2010 foi sem dúvida conhecer Paris. 15 dias lá só me fizeram acreditar que eu preciso voltar pra lá pra morar uns 3 meses pelo menos. Conhecer o Salgado, conversar mais de uma hr com ele, lá em Paris, conhecer sua agência de fotografia, foi sensacional. surreal. coisa de louco. meus amigos fotografos estão tds babando até hj..rs. Enfim, já falei mto de 2010, acho que rolou uma retrospectiva bacana, com os pontos altos msm. Ah, não falei da grana que juntei, economizei, gastei. Muitas realizações importantes esse ano, e finalmente aprendi a juntar dinheiro! Próximo passo é aprender a não gastar tanto com cartão de crédito. Enfim, é isso, meu ano de 2011 começa com ritmo de férias. Hj faz um mês que saí da Findes, mas parece que já fazem anos! já passeei e viajei tanto nesses 30 dias que tô 'livre'. Bom demais!! Agora tenho que ser mais organizada, focar na minha viagem pros EUA, nos 3 questionários idiotas que eu tô devendo pra STB, pra eu regularizar minha inscrição. etc..etc, tenho coisas pequenas e chatas pra resolver. Fazer plano de saúde, ver minha situação na fucape, enfim.&lt;br /&gt;Mas nesse 2011 eu quero mesmo é alargar as fronteiras, mudar meu guarda roupa, ser diferente, fazer melhor em todas as áreas. Um grande passo vai ser minha ida pra fora, to medrosa e ansiosa ao msm tempo. To tão apaixonada que tenho medo de tudo se perder nesses 365 dias longe. é tenso, a distância pode ferrar a gente, mas é o que menos quero. é isso aí. quero ter um feliz 2011. com coisas boas pra mim, meu pai, mãe, irmão, namorado e amigos. Muito amor, saúde e paz pra minha vida e dos meus queridos! Vem com tudo ano novo! Deus nos abençoe ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-5750316928882313697?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/5750316928882313697/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=5750316928882313697' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/5750316928882313697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/5750316928882313697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011-comeca-feliz.html' title='2011 começa feliz.'/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-5546396417198934712</id><published>2010-11-05T01:53:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T01:55:49.713-02:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>40 dias de propósitos.&lt;br /&gt;i'm in, God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e preciso da sua ajuda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-5546396417198934712?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/5546396417198934712/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=5546396417198934712' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/5546396417198934712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/5546396417198934712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-9145117749763335075</id><published>2010-09-28T02:44:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T03:04:42.461-03:00</updated><title type='text'>tenso.</title><content type='html'>há um tempinho eu tava escrevendo direto aqui e não sabia nunca o que escrever no twitter, facebook.. hj ja to achando mais fácil as outras ferramentas. isso é ruim né?&lt;br /&gt;preguiça de escrever mto? confusão de ideias? por lá ngm percebe. por aqui sim..não tem limite de caracteres. é livre. mas pode não ser leve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minha vida tá uma correria. acho que nunca trabalhei tanto como esse ano..mas nem sei pq to falando disso.tvz seja necessidade de um breve resumo da minha vida. pra que daqui alguns anos alguem (ou até eu mesma) possa ler e relembrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitos freelas tão aparecendo..mas em dezembro eu quero parar de pegar.  Vou me concentrar no TCC, que espero estar adiantado até lá.&lt;br /&gt;em março (se Deus quiser!)eu vou pros EUA. Prefiro não ficar pensando mto em como será..pq na boa, sou mt medrosa pra coisa nova, apesar de não parecer, apesar de eu saber que vou me acostumar e que esse tempo lá vai ser bom pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ando sei lá, com a cabeça cheia demais..e to me descobrindo inflexível com certas coisas, gostos, opiniões..e não sei até que ponto isso é chatice minha ou é assim msm que tem que ser. eu definitivamente não gosto de mudar ngm. Calma, ta confuso, mas deixa eu me explicar, nem q seja pra eu entender depois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se algum conselho meu servir pra alguem querer voltar a estudar, aprender fotografia,ou sei lá,ok. agora eu não gosto de por exemplo, alguem que gosta de carnaval, deixar de assistir carnaval na TV pq eu abomino simplesmente. eu não queria que a pessoa mudasse. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;eu simplesmente não queria que ela GOSTASSE disso&lt;/span&gt;. é como uma decepção por saber de certas coisas, saca? como se a pessoa perdesse pontos instantaneamente. é mt paranóia? é querer que td seja mto do meu jeito? não sei..mas no caso de agora eu passar um carnaval com essa pessoa..por mais que estivessemos num chalé nas montanhas,longe da tv, eu iria pensar 'po, fulano ta perdendo o carnaval tosco q ele gosta de assistir'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na boa.eu acho q sou louca..ou as pessoas me enlouquecem sem que eu perceba =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comecei a escrever falando de uma coisa, terminei de outro, mas dane-se. desabafei pelo menos. esse post tá parecendo o desabafo da lilia cabral no filme divã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vtd de chorar...algo não ta mto bom na minha vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-9145117749763335075?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/9145117749763335075/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=9145117749763335075' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/9145117749763335075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/THuydRrLoGI/AAAAAAAAA4o/19ovUuKvaRc/s1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/THuydRrLoGI/AAAAAAAAA4o/19ovUuKvaRc/s400/13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511194785048404066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/THuydDJ3uNI/AAAAAAAAA4g/g51N1roJ5Ss/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/THuydDJ3uNI/AAAAAAAAA4g/g51N1roJ5Ss/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511194781150591186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/THuycl668TI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/wuVsa0dLQC0/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/THuycl668TI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/wuVsa0dLQC0/s400/5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511194773303259442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/THuycRfo9pI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/q7ce91MIiVE/s1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/THuycRfo9pI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/q7ce91MIiVE/s400/10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511194767820125842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ensaio mais que agradável esse de ontem. =)&lt;br /&gt;sem mais.&lt;br /&gt;to com medo de ir pra findes e levar uma bronca do chefe por uma coisa que não fiz.&lt;br /&gt;sim, qd tenho medo, adio ao máximo as coisas e a sensação de medinho só perdura. fueda. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-2084903094208634037?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/2084903094208634037/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=2084903094208634037' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/2084903094208634037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/2084903094208634037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2010/08/mais-um.html' title='mais um... ;)'/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/THuyd5in6gI/AAAAAAAAA4w/MfdjuK0Diq0/s72-c/7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-2647688837228015011</id><published>2010-08-28T01:44:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T01:48:49.354-03:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/THiUTdb3xBI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0XL6L0mGkMI/s1600/63.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/THiUTdb3xBI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0XL6L0mGkMI/s400/63.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510317206127756306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adorei essa foto..&lt;br /&gt;e a nostalgia desse lugar tá imensa.&lt;br /&gt;queria mto morar em Montmartre. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-2647688837228015011?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/2647688837228015011/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-6482318070682604477</id><published>2010-08-27T18:59:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T19:02:11.234-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Preciso MUITO: montar um projetinho pra minha exposição, a fim de conseguir um patrocinio.&lt;br /&gt;e começar a fazer meu TCC. Definir o tema e começar a ler sobre o assunto escolhido já seria uma boa iniciativa..maaas, sobre o que falar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tenso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e hj, entreguei tudo nas mãos de Deus.&lt;br /&gt;se for pra viajar, vai rolar sem impecilhos,&lt;br /&gt;se não, vou saber pelo não de alguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quero ficar trql..&lt;br /&gt;mas tenho TANTA coisa pra fazer. Já adiei pra março, mas março já parece amanhã.&lt;br /&gt;tenso...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-6482318070682604477?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/6482318070682604477/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=6482318070682604477' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/6482318070682604477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/6482318070682604477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2010/08/preciso-muito-montar-um-projetinho-pra.html' title=''/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-7997623008395225968</id><published>2010-08-18T12:44:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T12:49:18.370-03:00</updated><title type='text'>trecho de livro</title><content type='html'>"A Port des Arts é de madeira, e se você olhar através das ripas, pode ver barcos passando embaixo. às vezes pequenos relâmpagos escapam dos barcos, quando os turistas tiram fotos uns dos outros, e às vezes eles miram a cãmera para nenhuma direção específica e disparam - gosto mais desse tipo de fotom não que eu tenha uma câmera, mas se eu tivesse, eu tiraria fotos aleatórias de nada em especial. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;De que outra forma você pode registrar a vida como ela acontece?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trecho de 'A vida secreta dos apaixonados' de Simon Van Booy, que comprei ontem.&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-7997623008395225968?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/7997623008395225968/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=7997623008395225968' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/7997623008395225968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/7997623008395225968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2010/08/trecho-de-livro.html' title='trecho de livro'/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-1245893534221212364</id><published>2010-08-13T23:40:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T23:49:30.652-03:00</updated><title type='text'>♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/TGYCUsCOzGI/AAAAAAAAA1o/cyFA3i_BVUk/s1600/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/TGYCUsCOzGI/AAAAAAAAA1o/cyFA3i_BVUk/s400/19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505090148948167778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amo tanto essas duas!!&lt;br /&gt;são as irmãs que escolhi na vida! fato.&lt;br /&gt;amo as horaaas de conversa, amo as divagações.&lt;br /&gt;amo as inconformidades e os planos mais loucos que fazemos juntas&lt;br /&gt;e que um dia, em breve, se realizarão!&lt;br /&gt;tantas coisas aconteceram só dessa foto pra cá..coisas que nem &lt;br /&gt;imaginávamos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quem diria que eu iria pra Paris..e que logo depois Aline iria tb?&lt;br /&gt;quem diria que os irmãos de julia se casariam e que ela namoraria um louco, terminaria e teria planos bons de escrever um livro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ixi...tanta coisa nesses meses ja aconteceram.&lt;br /&gt;e a gente segue assim, torcendo e comemorando a cada coisa boa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amigas, deu vontade de dizer que AMO MUITO vocês duas!&lt;br /&gt;=*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-1245893534221212364?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/1245893534221212364/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=1245893534221212364' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/1245893534221212364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/1245893534221212364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title='♥'/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/TGYCUsCOzGI/AAAAAAAAA1o/cyFA3i_BVUk/s72-c/19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-544540989545444160</id><published>2010-08-03T14:21:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T14:54:52.267-03:00</updated><title type='text'>oba!</title><content type='html'>Jhonatan Berger&lt;br /&gt; para mim&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;mostrar detalhes 12:36 (1 hora atrás)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achei o presente PERFEITOOOOOO pra voce.&lt;br /&gt;Nossa...&lt;br /&gt;To bolado, PERFEITO!&lt;br /&gt;Vou comprar, mas demora 1 mes pra chegar.&lt;br /&gt;Responder&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maressa Moura &lt;br /&gt;cara, se eu te disser que eu acho que sei muito bem o que é, você acredita? ^^&lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e eu acertei! =))&lt;br /&gt;detalhe, já tinha até encomendado a minha. muito linda, né?&lt;br /&gt;meus leites com toddys nunca mais serão os mesmos! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://photojojo.com/store/awesomeness/camera-lens-mug/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/TFhRDwf5XeI/AAAAAAAAA04/u9PW5alL2Nk/s1600/jaquero2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/TFhRDwf5XeI/AAAAAAAAA04/u9PW5alL2Nk/s400/jaquero2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501236069833203170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/TFhQ24NtbjI/AAAAAAAAA0w/sRSFTgelxgE/s1600/jaquero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/TFhQ24NtbjI/AAAAAAAAA0w/sRSFTgelxgE/s400/jaquero.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501235848566107698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-544540989545444160?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/544540989545444160/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=544540989545444160' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/544540989545444160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/544540989545444160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2010/08/oba.html' title='oba!'/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/TFhRDwf5XeI/AAAAAAAAA04/u9PW5alL2Nk/s72-c/jaquero2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-1962476113192076736</id><published>2010-08-01T21:12:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T21:19:33.430-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/TFYNonEl6dI/AAAAAAAAA0A/jk8My868EIA/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/TFYNonEl6dI/AAAAAAAAA0A/jk8My868EIA/s400/8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500598986213812690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sei que vc não lê esse blog e nem sabe da existência dele, na verdade,&lt;br /&gt;mas nesse seu aniversário, além de tudo de bom que é óbvio que te desejo,&lt;br /&gt;desejo também uma coisinha bem particular, e até meio egoísta talvez: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;alinhamento&lt;/span&gt; comigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a gente só ta começando, e eu quero muito ficar com você. ;)&lt;br /&gt;então, é isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em pouco tempo descobri um sentimento gostoso, uma companhia boa, alguém que me faz feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te amo, garoto ♥&lt;br /&gt;feliz 22! agora sou só 2 anos mais velha que vc! uhul!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-1962476113192076736?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/1962476113192076736/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=1962476113192076736' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/1962476113192076736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/1962476113192076736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2010/08/sei-que-vc-nao-le-esse-blog-e-nem-sabe.html' title=''/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/TFYNonEl6dI/AAAAAAAAA0A/jk8My868EIA/s72-c/8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-3750807352666794159</id><published>2010-07-31T18:22:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T18:24:09.398-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tenho medo, sono, fome, sede, cansaço&lt;br /&gt;trago na mochila um imenso vazio&lt;br /&gt;e cortesia de um igresso de cinema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoje ando absurdamente estranha e fora de mim&lt;br /&gt;i'm not okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-3750807352666794159?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/3750807352666794159/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=3750807352666794159' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/3750807352666794159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/3750807352666794159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2010/07/tenho-medo-sono-fome-sede-cansaco-trago.html' title=''/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-7658217508312662623</id><published>2010-07-30T23:53:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T00:05:25.657-03:00</updated><title type='text'>oi,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/TFOSy8sAmiI/AAAAAAAAAzk/Ct6bi9R66qI/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/TFOSy8sAmiI/AAAAAAAAAzk/Ct6bi9R66qI/s400/7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499900973931338274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to morta de sono..cansada ao extremo e amanhã ainda tenho que acordar cedo e ir pra pós. prova de empreendedorismo. enfim..&lt;br /&gt;só não podia deixar de postar aqui uma coisa muito importante! minha carta de alforria foi  concedida ontem.&lt;br /&gt;consegui a esperada licença de um ano. e agora, depois disso, vejamos que engraçado, parece que tem gente querendo brigar por mim..enfim ;x&lt;br /&gt;vamos ver no que dá.quem sabe até semana que vem as coisas podem mudar.&lt;br /&gt;mas quero ir, quero muito. só não tava contando com um uma coisa básica.&lt;br /&gt;vou ter que juntar muito mais grana do que eu tinha previsto..e em muito menos tempo, afinal..já tamos em agosto..e os planos são pra janeiro. ai!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seja o que Deus quiser! que Ele me dê luz e ajude a escolher o caminho..tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amanhã tem mais um freela. (que arrependimentooooooooooo de ter pego!!! essa série de formatura tá me cansando DEMAIS), agora aguenta, quem mandou ser fominha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enfim, quero emagrecer mas o ambiente externo não colabora. haha. incrivel como cada semana tem despedida de alguem no mkt, e a gnte sempre almoça num lugar bom, ai, aquele milkshake de nutella tava indecente hj (eu nunca sei se nutela tem dois t ou dois l). engraçado que namorar engorda tb...pelo menos em vitoria, não conheço lugares legais pra ir com namorado e com comidinhas leves e tal..ou é a gnte que só procura pizza, hamburguer, açaí msm? sei la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sei que to com sono e mais uma vez escrevi demais. =))&lt;br /&gt;vai a nova foto do perfil do orkut.&lt;br /&gt;beijos e boa noite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-7658217508312662623?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/7658217508312662623/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=7658217508312662623' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/7658217508312662623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/7658217508312662623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2010/07/oi.html' title='oi,'/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/TFOSy8sAmiI/AAAAAAAAAzk/Ct6bi9R66qI/s72-c/7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-1257228744810431605</id><published>2010-07-28T23:26:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T23:50:36.349-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ei,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/TFDsVhxbGiI/AAAAAAAAAy0/Lmv9xWBoPhM/s1600/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/TFDsVhxbGiI/AAAAAAAAAy0/Lmv9xWBoPhM/s400/17.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499154999606450722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vou te contar..&lt;br /&gt;freela de formatura não é fácil, nem bom.haha&lt;br /&gt;acabei de chegar do 1º de uma série de 4 dias que vão acabar comigo, fato.&lt;br /&gt;se no 1º dia já to com pé doendo e saco cheio, imagina meu estado no sábado!!&lt;br /&gt;ai..nem é bom pensar. aliás, nem é bom FALAR comigo nesses dias. já prevejo uma continuação da TPM.rs..coitado é do meu namorado que faz aniversario domingo (vou tar destruida depois de noites seguidas de freela+ Findes que ja acaba comigo naturalmente + o sábado inteiro na pós com prova de empreendedorismo(vou fechar esta, juro) e aula de professor que ainda não conheço (medo)&lt;br /&gt;outra coisa péssima: ter medo de dirigir é uma merda. é sempre assim, ou felipe ou meu pai me levam e buscam do freela..ou que nem hj, que meu pai ta viajando com nosso carro,tenho duas opções:ou simplesmente volto de táxi (só em último caso MESMO..haha, acho caro e fico calculando quantos minutos do freela to gastando com minha volta pra casa), ooouu faço amizade com algum coleguinha fotógrafo e peço na cara dura uma carona até o ponto de ônbibus mais perto. normalmente, como sou mt gnte boa, divertida e mereço. haha, eles me trazem em casa, ficam com dó ou sei la o que de me deixar no ponto sozinha (vitória não é paris minha gente). aqui é perigoso mesmo..e afinal, minha vida tá na minha mochila! imagina só um pivete no 121, 103, 211...whatever. maasss hj a tática dos meus olhos de gato pidão de botas não funcionou. meu novo coleguinha me obedeceu a risca,e deixou beem no ponto que eu pedi! mas como Deus é mto bom e cuida bem de mim, adivinha! o sinal fechou bem na hora que eu desci do carro e atravessei as duas faixas, pegando o onibus que tava parado no sinal,o 103 lindo =)&lt;br /&gt;eu odeio ônibus, odeio a forma como as pessoas são sem educação e não deixam os mais velhos sentarem, nem pegam minha mochila com camera pesada, nem nada. odeio como o motorista dirige, achando que ta indo pra feira, lotação de porcos e leitoas. não dá..haha..e o pior de tudo é ESPERAR. ngm gosta de esperar. e caramba, como eu já perdi tempo da minha preciosa vida esperando ônibus!! ai que triste.&lt;br /&gt;saudade do meu mp3 funcionando.alivia um pouco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nossa, como sempre, acho que escrevi demais.&lt;br /&gt;só mais uma coisa. hj assistimos a gravação e aprovamos um jingle que o rapper J3 gravou pro Festival SESI Música. em breve quem mora no ES será impactado em rádio e TV. =). O cara é fera e uma simpatia..ele e o produtor Felipe, arrasaram! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..vou lá. to morrendo de sono e devo ter deixado vários erros de port.&lt;br /&gt;relevem, vai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos e alguma sugestão de presente pra anivers. de namorado QUE NÃO GOSTA DE GANHAR PRESENTE? (essa é dificil, hein?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aahhh, Aline foi ontem pra Paris!! amiga, sei que vc NUNCA vai ler isso..haha. não nesses próximos 8 dias por aí.mas quero que vc curta muito do que eu curti. quero que vc tb se apaixone aí..por aí..! é um sonho. real. vc merece esse PRESENTE. e nem vou dizer mais nada, senão vou acabar soltando o que ja te disse:&lt;br /&gt;além de ter nascido com bunda, nasceu com ela virada pra lua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ops..! (pra quem não sabe, Aline foi passar esses dias em Paris e redondezas BANCADA por uma senhora (mt gente boa por sinal) da igreja dela. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boa noite pra todos, to mto cansada! nem sei pra que entrei na net. &lt;br /&gt;=*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-1257228744810431605?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/1257228744810431605/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=1257228744810431605' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/1257228744810431605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/1257228744810431605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2010/07/ei.html' title='ei,'/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/TFDsVhxbGiI/AAAAAAAAAy0/Lmv9xWBoPhM/s72-c/17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-8521947634212342844</id><published>2010-07-25T23:09:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T23:11:55.311-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/TEzunBqEweI/AAAAAAAAAxc/mgyY9s_O8Ig/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/TEzunBqEweI/AAAAAAAAAxc/mgyY9s_O8Ig/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498031599339749858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(clique na foto pra ver grande a ilha das caieiras -vitória- es. hoje de manhã)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trem do desejo penetrou na noite escura&lt;br /&gt;foi abrindo sem censura&lt;br /&gt;o ventre da morena terra&lt;br /&gt;o orvalho vale e a flor&lt;br /&gt;que nasce desse prazer&lt;br /&gt;nesse lampejo de dor&lt;br /&gt;meu canto é só pra dizer&lt;br /&gt;que tudo isso é por ti&lt;br /&gt;Eu vi&lt;br /&gt;Virei estrela&lt;br /&gt;Uma jangada à deriva, céu aberto&lt;br /&gt;leva aos corações despertos&lt;br /&gt;a sonhar com terras livres&lt;br /&gt;veio a manhã e eu parti&lt;br /&gt;mas como cheguei aqui&lt;br /&gt;os astros podem contar&lt;br /&gt;no dia em que me perdi&lt;br /&gt;foi que aprendi a brilhar&lt;br /&gt;Eu vi&lt;br /&gt;Virei estrela&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-8521947634212342844?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/8521947634212342844/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=8521947634212342844' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/8521947634212342844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/8521947634212342844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/TEzunBqEweI/AAAAAAAAAxc/mgyY9s_O8Ig/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-8850153445224304264</id><published>2010-07-24T21:31:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T22:03:15.752-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nada nem ninguém é perfeito.&lt;br /&gt;que chato..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-8850153445224304264?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/8850153445224304264/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=8850153445224304264' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/8850153445224304264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/8850153445224304264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2010/07/nada-nem-ninguem-e-perfeito.html' title=''/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-1472119905133952440</id><published>2010-07-24T09:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T09:28:06.084-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O tempo passa. Dizem que o tempo é remédio para tudo. Algumas pessoas esquecem rápido e outras apenas fingem que não se lembram mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-1472119905133952440?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/1472119905133952440/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=1472119905133952440' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/1472119905133952440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/1472119905133952440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-tempo-passa.html' title=''/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-3301394299589475911</id><published>2010-07-19T18:41:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T19:05:08.043-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>não dou conta mais&lt;br /&gt;não aguento 'gente' me cobrando horas&lt;br /&gt;(devo 44h55min de trabalho) e quer saber? foda-se!&lt;br /&gt;não aguento mais ficar o dia todo que Deus me dá nesse lugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na boa, cansei. i give up. mesmo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-3301394299589475911?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/3301394299589475911/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=3301394299589475911' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/3301394299589475911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/3301394299589475911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2010/07/nao-dou-conta-mais-nao-aguento-gente-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-5368292646476388008</id><published>2010-07-17T22:24:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T22:45:55.698-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>17h30 p.m: saí mais cedo da pós, fiz música no ponto de ônibus enquanto esperava. um pôr do sol que iluminava meu cabelo de uma forma que me sentia observada, por Deus, pelo sol,por câmeras escondidas. atriz de um filme, de um clip, sei la. um sábado a tarde pra chegar em casa e relaxar. ver fotos de Paris, escolher quais irão pra exposição e ter saudades de lá, ler Milan Kundera que até hoje não terminei, repensar no meu tema de TCC, na minha multa da biblioteca de quase 200 reais, na matéria que acabou hoje e na professora maravilhosa, Alessandra, do Rio, (merece destaque pq daqui 2 anos eu não vou lembrar o nome dela, aliás, do jeito que eu sou esquecida..deixa..),já virou noite.. noite de comer 2 pães de sal (pães franceses.hehe, o mais gostoso do ano, devia ser a fome e a vontade), comer bombons que minha mãe ta fazendo e eu vendendo na findes =), noite de mandar email pro S. salgado agradecendo (meses depois) a forma que ele nos recebeu em sua agência e mandando umas fotinhas que tirei lá em Paris(ué, vai que ele me acha fodona e cai a ficha que eu não falei brincando que queria ser estagiária dele? haha), noite de ouvir chuva cair forte lá fora..noite de conversar com Caio no msn, de começar conversa rindo na webcam de seus sunglasses estilo Ray Charles e acabar chorando, lendo e dizendo declarações tão lindas e puras de amor. amor mesmo. amor amizade irmandade.saca? noite de pensar que a vida da voltas e reviravoltas(é junto?) e que o mundo é do tamanho certo pra mim, que quero ser do tamanho do mundo e pertencê-lo. Pai, mãe, me dá um beijo pra dormir e sonhar com o que quero ser quando crescer..&lt;br /&gt;descobri hoje.viajar, fotografar, propagar meu olhar. tem que ganhar na loteria pra isso? não aposto. mas aposto que posso me virar. penso, penso..preciso entregar aquela carta. preciso pagar pra ver. a hora é agora. eu sei, só eu sei a pressão unilateral que ando recebendo..é dificil. noite de pensar que o dificil não é impossivel. que o dificil pode parecer fácil quando o tempo vai passando e clareando.. tempo é quase sempre um aliado. noite de sonhar. olhos abertos ou fechados. sonhar. 22h45p.m&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-5368292646476388008?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/5368292646476388008/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=5368292646476388008' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/5368292646476388008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/5368292646476388008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2010/07/17h30-p.html' title=''/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-6580676805059451253</id><published>2010-07-11T22:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T22:22:05.905-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;E no meio de tanta gente eu encontrei você&lt;br /&gt;Entre tanta gente chata sem nenhuma graça, você veio&lt;br /&gt;E eu que pensava que não ia me apaixonar&lt;br /&gt;Nunca mais na vida&lt;br /&gt;Eu podia ficar feio só perdido&lt;br /&gt;Mas com você eu fico muito mais bonito&lt;br /&gt;Mais esperto&lt;br /&gt;E podia estar tudo agora dando errado pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Mas com você dá certo&lt;br /&gt;Por isso não vá embora&lt;br /&gt;Por isso não me deixe nunca nunca mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-6580676805059451253?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/6580676805059451253/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=6580676805059451253' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/6580676805059451253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/6580676805059451253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-2500278092237725707</id><published>2010-07-11T12:53:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T12:57:31.909-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/TDnpLu0fuXI/AAAAAAAAAw8/PGEdxm5aTvg/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/TDnpLu0fuXI/AAAAAAAAAw8/PGEdxm5aTvg/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492677608311077234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse&lt;br /&gt;Ah, se você percebesse&lt;br /&gt;Que eu faço de tudo só pra te encantar&lt;br /&gt;Todo dia, eu cantaria, todo dia&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-2500278092237725707?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/2500278092237725707/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=2500278092237725707' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/2500278092237725707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/2500278092237725707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2010/07/se-eu-pudesse-ah-se-voce-percebesse-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/TDnpLu0fuXI/AAAAAAAAAw8/PGEdxm5aTvg/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-1819182583084050499</id><published>2010-07-11T11:26:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T11:57:46.537-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to feliz, to feliz com ele ;)&lt;br /&gt;mas a gente ficou MUITO mal acostumado nas nossas 3 primeiras semanas de namoro&lt;br /&gt;agora tá meio estranho não poder ficar tão junto..hehe, meus pais chegaram de viagem&lt;br /&gt;acabou a folga..rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoje meus pais vão conhecer a nova nora, juliana.tadinha, ta trancando e morreendo de vergonha. (haha, acaboou de chegar)&lt;br /&gt;berger eles conheceram na 5ª! foi digamos..interessante. ele ia almoçar aqui hj tb, mas acabou não rolando..=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mais tarde a gnte se vê.&lt;br /&gt;no mais, ontem começou uma aula iradissima na pós, que professora boa! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vou la comer strogonof agora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bjs, bom domingo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-1819182583084050499?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/1819182583084050499/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=1819182583084050499' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/TDKaG9dYxnI/AAAAAAAAAwU/7VV_IAhY1lk/s1600/euuuu4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/TDKaG9dYxnI/AAAAAAAAAwU/7VV_IAhY1lk/s400/euuuu4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490620340085769842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amanhã meus pais chegam&lt;br /&gt;to feliz por isso. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas tirando isso, hj to meio sei lá,&lt;br /&gt;to mt bem não..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uma foto de domingo, que eu tava bem.¬¬&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-6914037835046669342?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/TDKaG9dYxnI/AAAAAAAAAwU/7VV_IAhY1lk/s72-c/euuuu4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-7513481866238029475</id><published>2010-07-03T13:37:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T13:53:29.421-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eu me saboto muito&lt;br /&gt;acordei e fiz de conta (pra mim mesma) que tava doente de qq coisa, de frio, de moleza,de preguiça, sabe?&lt;br /&gt;tudo pra não ter que ir pra pós pra estudar a matéria que não to entendendo nada =/&lt;br /&gt;aí ja to vendo o que vai acontecer, vou ficar pendurada de novo nessa matéria.&lt;br /&gt;e não vou acabar a pós nunca por causa de um bloqueio com finanças corporativas..essas palavras por si só ja me arrepiam.¬¬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agora to aqui, largada..acabei de almoçar peixe frito com arroz e tomate.&lt;br /&gt;não consegui assistir o jogo da alemanha e argentina..dormi o tempo td..&lt;br /&gt;agora vou tentar ler um pouco. ta um dia frio..e eu não gosto mt de sabados frios assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-7513481866238029475?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/7513481866238029475/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=7513481866238029475' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/7513481866238029475'/><link 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/TC82CXZ43mI/AAAAAAAAAvk/hhnOPmpI62A/s1600/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/TC82CXZ43mI/AAAAAAAAAvk/hhnOPmpI62A/s400/24.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489665885058162274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/TC82B42-VRI/AAAAAAAAAvc/SYrKp4WnJuI/s1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/TC82B42-VRI/AAAAAAAAAvc/SYrKp4WnJuI/s400/12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489665876858656018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cara, que rock delicioso ontem na casa da mais nova integrante do marketing, Mari.&lt;br /&gt;foi tudo delicioso! pode fazer mais que a gente vai, ta? rs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos gatã! valeu pelo convite ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-1671091247388558784?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/1671091247388558784/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=1671091247388558784' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/1671091247388558784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/1671091247388558784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2010/07/cara-que-rock-delicioso-ontem-na-casa.html' title=''/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/TC82CXZ43mI/AAAAAAAAAvk/hhnOPmpI62A/s72-c/24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-5365364539505386974</id><published>2010-07-01T22:18:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T22:28:03.612-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hoje fui treinar de novo..&lt;br /&gt;e nada, não deu! senti a coxa de novo, uma pontada mto forte no músculo.&lt;br /&gt;é estiramento muscular, disse o coach.rs.pesquisei agora na internet, tem 3 graus disso ai e acho que o meu é o grau 1 mesmo..tomara que com gelo, doutorzinho(um remédio com cheiro de vick, que eh bom pra tudo.rs)e a massagem do namorado possam ajudar a resolver de vez. to fominha!! quero jogar! hoje comprei uma tenis de futsal irado(ja me proibiram de falar chuteira de futsal), depois posto foto, ou não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comprei um antiinflamatório(eu não sei mais como se escreve português, se anti-inflamatório for assim por ex. me desculpem. ;]&lt;br /&gt;agora vou lá, tomar um banho, ver tv (to aprendendo a ver tv!!!haha, tão me ensinando coisa ruim já) e depois dormir..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos e fui!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-5365364539505386974?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/5365364539505386974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=5365364539505386974' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/5365364539505386974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/5365364539505386974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2010/07/hoje-fui-treinar-de-novo.html' title=''/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-2918855307748202501</id><published>2010-06-30T17:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T18:15:29.060-03:00</updated><title type='text'>foto.</title><content type='html'>http://tudosobrefotografar.blogspot.com/2010/04/como-ficar-bom-na-fotografia.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muito bom post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-2918855307748202501?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/2918855307748202501/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=2918855307748202501' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/2918855307748202501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/2918855307748202501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2010/06/foto.html' title='foto.'/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-8938085848159952595</id><published>2010-06-29T23:54:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T23:58:52.633-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sou uma pessoa que em noites de carência sem namorado&lt;br /&gt;abre uma ice off e come biscoito de gergelim com qualy&lt;br /&gt;sozinha em casa, teclando com ele..&lt;br /&gt;ele que mora lá longe, sabe? em vila velha..&lt;br /&gt;do outro lado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da ponte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uma ice me deixa alterada se eu to sem nada no estômago.haha&lt;br /&gt;hoje não pude treinar, minha coxa direita ta bichada..distensão muscular..era pra botar gelo e alterar com agua quente. não vou fazer, óbvio. ¬¬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preguiça, sono, molezaaa....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-8938085848159952595?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/8938085848159952595/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=8938085848159952595' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/8938085848159952595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/8938085848159952595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2010/06/sou-uma-pessoa-que-em-noites-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-9011838258306831967</id><published>2010-06-28T02:22:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T02:32:10.815-03:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>é normal isso ou é coisa de doido?&lt;br /&gt;to morrendo de sono, mas mesmo assim, tô há 2h lendo posts antigos do meu blog.&lt;br /&gt;rs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/TCgykZdtmQI/AAAAAAAAAuw/VzeEQ6Ra4Zw/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/TCgykZdtmQI/AAAAAAAAAuw/VzeEQ6Ra4Zw/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487691746843138306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s:foto poser né..haha, deu vontade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conclusão: como as coisas, pessoas e os sentimentos mudam!!!&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bom, agora vou dormir, são 2h30 e amanhã vou trabalhar de manhã pq Brasil joga a tarde. seremos liberados às 14h.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(nem falei né blog? to trabalhando agora de 13 as 20h e jogando futsal!! sou zagueira, nivel Costa do Marfim. time adversário, prepare suas caneleiras!! haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jogomuito.em breve fotos em momento de atuação futebolistica;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-9011838258306831967?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/9011838258306831967/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=9011838258306831967' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/9011838258306831967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/9011838258306831967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_28.html' title='.'/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/TCgykZdtmQI/AAAAAAAAAuw/VzeEQ6Ra4Zw/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-3846448311225076375</id><published>2010-06-28T01:30:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T01:53:14.936-03:00</updated><title type='text'>aimorés_2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/TCgqmFxELBI/AAAAAAAAAuo/sV9Fd9Ccs7g/s1600/ork22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/TCgqmFxELBI/AAAAAAAAAuo/sV9Fd9Ccs7g/s400/ork22.jpg" border="0" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-3413060580452598890</id><published>2010-06-28T01:11:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T01:42:34.234-03:00</updated><title type='text'>não é pra entender, keyla..rs</title><content type='html'>no jogo da inglaterra e alemanha hoje a tarde:&lt;br /&gt;eu: 'olha, shivas!me lembra shiva, aquela do videogame, eu sempre era ela no street fighter'&lt;br /&gt;ele: 'shivas me lembra shiver'&lt;br /&gt;eu pensando:'ai...'&lt;br /&gt;eu falando:'hm, amo essa musica'&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;(o etcétera não convém)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas enfim,shiver...&lt;br /&gt;doce coincidencia, não?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;só que agora não faz mais o sentido de antes, e isso é bom =)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-8210527334082597620</id><published>2010-06-26T15:08:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T15:35:53.356-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah, só um fato engraçado pra eu lembrar daqui alguns anos, ou minha futura geração, se é que eu vou deixar alguma aqui nessa Terra.hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meus pais tão viajando há uma cara. só foi eles se mandaram que eu e meu irmão começamos a namorar (não um com o outro,CLARO.rs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e é isso, tá muito legal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outra coisa massa que aconteceu hj,felipe foi pra Cachoeiro no casamento de uma amiga nossa.foi pro ponto de onibus as 5h10 pra chegar na Rodoviária de Vix às 6h, juraando que passaria ônibus nesse horario..logo num sábado (atée parece!!). daí 10m que ele tava do ponto, se deu conta que não chegaria a tempo e me ligou implorando pra eu ir com ele de carro e voltar dirigindo.se ele fosse de táxi pagaria uma fortuna e ainda por cima ele me pediria emprestado, entãaao, lavei o rosto, escovei dente e fui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;resumindo. na volta, qd peguei o carro, dirigi esses sei la quantos kms numa boa, curtindo o dia amanhecendo, ultrapassando os carros mais lerdos que eu (eram bem poucos..haha) e coloquei 5ª marcha e tudo!! xD&lt;br /&gt;pra quem não sabe,eu tenho carteira, mas sou meio travada ainda pra dirigir sozinha. a verdade é que não tenho mt prática..fiquei com medinho desde que bati num muro com o carro da empresa. era pra frear e eu acelerei..haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enfim..o unico erro foi a(s 6) tentativa(s) de fazer o carro andar com o freio de mão  puxado..haha.mas acontece com qq um..e meu co-piloto puxou só pra me sacanear, aposto.rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cara, que saudade dos meus pais e que saudade da &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;comida &lt;/span&gt;da minha mãe...como faz falta!!hoje eu almocei 2 ovos cozidos. pura preguiça de ir no restaurante, óbvio. e ainda assim, consegui estragar os ovos, não cozinharam direito.joguei metade fora.tenso..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agora to comendo algumas colheradas de toddy, mas é engraçado comer toddy com nariz entupido.dá um certo desespero..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é isso, hj falei demais.&lt;br /&gt;sabado preguiçoso em casa e sem namorado..&lt;br /&gt;liberei ele pra ir com os amigos na festa do imigrante em sta tereza. eu ia junto mas a namorada de um deles desistiu e eu é que não seria a unica mulher pra empacar o rock dos meninos =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é, to liberal né? ele tb é, cada um respeitando o espaço do outro, e o outro, claro.&lt;br /&gt;assim não tem erro e todo mundo sai ganhando.;]&lt;br /&gt;mais tarde ele chega e a gnte fica junto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é engraçado como parece que temos um tempão de namoro já, mas hj faz 2 semanas apenas. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enfim. fui!&lt;br /&gt;ah, filmaaaaço que nunca vou esquecer! imperdivel e maravilhoso:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.elsecretodesusojos.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-8210527334082597620?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/8210527334082597620/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=8210527334082597620' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/8210527334082597620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/8210527334082597620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2010/06/ah-so-um-fato-engracado-pra-eu-lembrar.html' title=''/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-6225536742376042416</id><published>2010-06-26T14:58:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T15:07:09.774-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'afinal,&lt;br /&gt;que mal que tem&lt;br /&gt;querer ser feliz também?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pensando tantas coisas sobre assuntos e pessoas diferentes..&lt;br /&gt;só da pra fazer um post genérico assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e querido diário, to muito feliz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-6225536742376042416?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/6225536742376042416/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=6225536742376042416' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/6225536742376042416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/6225536742376042416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2010/06/afinal-que-mal-que-tem-querer-ser-feliz.html' title=''/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-7250907991224865953</id><published>2010-06-22T00:11:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T00:13:34.175-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>é diferente - e bom- ir se apaixonando aos poucos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to feliz. muito. só pra constar =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-7250907991224865953?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/7250907991224865953/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=7250907991224865953' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/7250907991224865953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/7250907991224865953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-4937763380871109764?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/4937763380871109764/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=4937763380871109764' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/4937763380871109764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/4937763380871109764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-my-life-is-changing-everyday-every.html' title=''/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-8731349038287295017</id><published>2010-06-08T23:43:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T23:44:07.590-03:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>É Preciso Dizer Adeus&lt;br /&gt;Tom Jobim&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Antonio Carlos Jobim / Vinicius de Moraes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É inútil fingir &lt;br /&gt;Não te quero enganar &lt;br /&gt;É preciso dizer adeus &lt;br /&gt;É melhor esquecer &lt;br /&gt;Sei que devo partir &lt;br /&gt;Só me resta dizer adeus&lt;br /&gt;Ah, eu te peço perdão &lt;br /&gt;Mas te quero lembrar &lt;br /&gt;Como foi lindo &lt;br /&gt;O que morreu&lt;br /&gt;E essa beleza do amor &lt;br /&gt;Que foi tão nossa &lt;br /&gt;E me deixa tão só &lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero perder &lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero chorar &lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero trair &lt;br /&gt;Porque tu foste pra mim &lt;br /&gt;Meu amor &lt;br /&gt;Como um dia de sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quem é que vai dizer tchau?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-8731349038287295017?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/8731349038287295017/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=8731349038287295017' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/8731349038287295017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/8731349038287295017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-7053350351473209715</id><published>2010-06-08T23:01:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T23:13:58.271-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tá uma loucura...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tudo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-7053350351473209715?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/7053350351473209715/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=7053350351473209715' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/7053350351473209715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/7053350351473209715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2010/06/ta-uma-loucura.html' title=''/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-5735892617334417041</id><published>2010-06-02T11:22:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T11:29:53.097-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/TAZqG_7aLsI/AAAAAAAAAso/MYdzlbQq2Cs/s1600/fort_lauderdale1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/TAZqG_7aLsI/AAAAAAAAAso/MYdzlbQq2Cs/s400/fort_lauderdale1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478182665215160002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quem sabe lá?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pq o que eu sei...&lt;br /&gt;é que meu destino não é aqui.&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-5735892617334417041?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/5735892617334417041/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=5735892617334417041' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/5735892617334417041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/S_3gCXW8f_I/AAAAAAAAAsY/9YasLr_VhYE/s1600/111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/S_3gCXW8f_I/AAAAAAAAAsY/9YasLr_VhYE/s400/111.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475779053187006450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.davehillphoto.com/gallery/portraits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;são tantos caras bons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu eu tentando.hehe&lt;br /&gt;um dia chego lá.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-980723750126203928?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/S_3gCXW8f_I/AAAAAAAAAsY/9YasLr_VhYE/s72-c/111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-8531471933430603763</id><published>2010-05-24T11:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T11:49:58.621-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/S_qRs0nBlGI/AAAAAAAAAro/o8lbmyTRvFY/s1600/30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/S_qRs0nBlGI/AAAAAAAAAro/o8lbmyTRvFY/s400/30.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474848496244855906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sinto mudanças..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-8531471933430603763?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/8531471933430603763/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=8531471933430603763' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/8531471933430603763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/8531471933430603763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2010/05/sinto-mudancas.html' title=''/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/S_qRs0nBlGI/AAAAAAAAAro/o8lbmyTRvFY/s72-c/30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-829730137519517991</id><published>2010-05-24T11:34:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T11:43:29.810-03:00</updated><title type='text'>stay hungry, stay foolish</title><content type='html'>Stay Hungry, Stay Foolish – Continue Esfomeado, Continue Tolo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jorge Forbes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve Jobs, criador da Apple, convidado a proferir um discurso de formatura na Universidade de Stanford, no mês de junho, marcou sua fala aos que iniciam um novo tempo de vida, com esse conselho: -Continue esfomeado, continue tolo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo lê, ou quer ler Steve Jobs, é o que deve explicar o fato desse discurso, além de sua qualidade, ter sido reproduzido pela imprensa do mundo inteiro, nas mais diversas traduções. Jobs, junto com poucos outros, como Larry Ellison, da Oracle, Bill Gates, da Microsoft e Richard Branson, da Virgin, pertence ao restrito grupo de chefes de empresa que também são donos do seu negócio. Ele não entra na lista dos executivos genéricos, que hoje podem presidir uma indústria de carros, amanhã de cosméticos, porque tudo se resume a um só elemento - o lucro - na sociedade anônima de consumo. Aí está o que ele e seus parceiros de clube não são: anônimos.  Jobs, por isso, fala na primeira pessoa do singular, sem misturar singular com pretensão, à la Welch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprende-se, por exemplo, ao lê-lo, que o Macintosh deve a sua beleza a um curso de caligrafia que seu criador seguiu, em horas vagabundas. Quem não quer saber o prêmio da vagabundagem, flânerie, no eufemismo gaulês?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue esfomeado, continue tolo, ou seja, nunca se satisfaça totalmente, nem desista só porque você viu como  pode fazer besteira, ou como seus sonhos são ilusórios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O discurso do dono da maçã tem três partes, assim as interpreto: o tolo, o esfomeado, e a conclusão, o limite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tolo. Steve Jobs constata que o entendimento da vida se dá sempre ao depois. Assim também falava Freud, mas para outra audiência. Não adianta você medir o próximo passo com régua e compasso, a não ser se for para repetir o já vivido. Primeiro avançar, depois entender. Isto pode lhe dar uma impressão de andar ao léu, de ser... tolo. Com que bússola? Nenhuma outra além do desejo, ‘wish’, na língua dele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O esfomeado. Dura lição recebeu Jobs: criou uma companhia de sucesso, pôs um ‘executivo’ para dirigi-la e foi demitido. Que tombo! Quase saiu do Vale do Silício, mas ficou e criou a NeXT, e a Pixar - que ganhou Oscares. A NeXT foi comprada pela ... Apple, e, oops, olha lá o Steve outra vez, no comando da Apple. Pobre do ‘executivo’ burocrático, sorte da Apple e da geração iPod. Steve Jobs viveu o peso de ser bem sucedido, de acreditar no sucesso, de se satisfazer como uma jibóia. Receita: o sucesso é do outro, é dele o aplauso e a mão vermelha; o seu é a vontade inventiva, a criação insaciável, esfomeada. Há que se manter esfomeado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O limite. Onde amarro a minha égua? Diz o vulgo brasileiro. Com que roupa que eu vou à festa que você me convidou? Na globalização essas perguntas são mais fortes que nunca. Acabou o tempo da vida padronizada, da hora certa de dormir - sem mamãe mandar - da profissão de futuro, da idade boa para casar e para ter filho, do tempo para aposentar. Tudo isso envelheceu, não existe mais, não funciona. Hoje, o futuro é uma invenção - título de um livro - e não uma previsão. E como inventá-lo? Que angústia! Pois é, que angústia.  Jobs prescreve: - Se hoje fosse o meu último dia, eu gostaria de fazer o que farei hoje? E se a resposta é "não" por muitos dias seguidos, é preciso mudar alguma coisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paradoxalmente, e obviamente - necessário dizê-lo - só há um limite, uma âncora para a vida, para a multiplicidade das possibilidades da vida: a morte. Mas, a morte, como sabê-la, se não a temos e, se quando a temos, não a sabemos? Mais uma vez, o limite é dado pelo desejo que aponta o que falta à vida, pela lei do desejo que acende a luz vermelha do sentimento de cabo de guarda-chuva na boca, quando nos distanciamos do que nos toca. Agora, é Lacan que dizia que só podemos nos culpar ao não sabermos responder, e nos responsabilizar, pelo desejo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclui Jobs: - O seu tempo é limitado, então não o gaste vivendo a vida de um outro alguém. Não fique preso pelos dogmas, que é viver com os resultados da vida de outras pessoas. Não deixe que o barulho da opinião dos outros cale a sua própria voz interior. E o mais importante: tenha coragem de seguir o seu próprio coração e a sua intuição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay Hungry, Stay Foolish. Continue esfomeado, Continue tolo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;publicado na revista Wish, nov. 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vale a pena assistir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6zlHAiddNUY&amp;feature=fvw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-829730137519517991?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/829730137519517991/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=829730137519517991' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/829730137519517991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/829730137519517991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2010/05/stay-hungry-stay-foolish-continue.html' title='stay hungry, stay foolish'/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-2832777792929024685</id><published>2010-05-22T12:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T13:29:51.795-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ei, eu tenho um site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.maressamoura.carbonmade.com/&lt;br /&gt;tchau!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-2832777792929024685?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/2832777792929024685/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=2832777792929024685' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/2832777792929024685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/2832777792929024685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2010/05/ei-eu-tenho-um-site.html' title=''/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-4306285641662910574</id><published>2010-05-16T00:05:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T01:23:24.126-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/S-9ynHcpK_I/AAAAAAAAAqA/y3vf_M38wBs/s1600/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/S-9ynHcpK_I/AAAAAAAAAqA/y3vf_M38wBs/s400/15.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471718088618093554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoje meu dia foi lindo e delicioso! =D&lt;br /&gt;há muito tempo não tinha um sábado tão legal e cheio de coisa..&lt;br /&gt;parece que finalmente to voltando à realidade boa de morar aqui em vitória.rs&lt;br /&gt;sim, a realidade de um fds cheio e nada entediante. ao contrário da semana de trabalho, que é cheia e entediante..tirando as noites de rua da lama e conversas boas até tarde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;séculos que não ia na praia, e hj fui, sozinha, aliás, com a bike, um livro sobre um tema que to adorando estudar mas é segredo e 500 ml de agua de coco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;definitivamente, adoro minha propria companhia..eu ja sabia disso, mas qd tenho mais momentos assim comigo é que descubro..e quero me descobrir mais, afinal, sou mt complexa e é intrigante qd descubro coisas sobre mim.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caramba, to com mt sono, nem sei pq comecei a escrever,&lt;br /&gt;na vdd sei sim, tenho mt o que dizer mas n pode ser por aqui. =/&lt;br /&gt;vou dormir e até amanhã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uma foto de hj, ensaio de 20 min no parque botânico, na maior correria, da maria luiza. a mãe dela atrasou, o parque ia fechar e eu tinha freela daí a pouco..pressa ao extremo e ao msm tempo, tranquilidade&lt;br /&gt;e não é que até assim é bom? e rendeu. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-4306285641662910574?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/4306285641662910574/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=4306285641662910574' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/4306285641662910574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/4306285641662910574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2010/05/hoje-meu-dia-foi-lindo-e-delicioso-d-ha.html' title=''/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/S-9ynHcpK_I/AAAAAAAAAqA/y3vf_M38wBs/s72-c/15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-7845001400361784189</id><published>2010-05-04T20:59:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T01:05:18.955-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/S-DtdGFP_FI/AAAAAAAAApw/RiVo3HVS7LM/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/S-DtdGFP_FI/AAAAAAAAApw/RiVo3HVS7LM/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467631031732403282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to apaixonada. fato.&lt;br /&gt;ou será que estou amando?&lt;br /&gt;acho que é isso, mistura dessas duas coisas&lt;br /&gt;inevitável acontecer, to falando de Paris e da saudade antecipada e nostalgia das milhões de fotos fodas que tão me esperando lá naquele lugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.photo-paris.com&lt;br /&gt;me chama que eu vou, escola linda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;começo meu francês semana que vem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-7845001400361784189?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/7845001400361784189/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=7845001400361784189' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/7845001400361784189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/7845001400361784189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2010/05/to-apaixonada.html' title=''/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/S-DtdGFP_FI/AAAAAAAAApw/RiVo3HVS7LM/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-6019522732736968851</id><published>2010-04-08T12:58:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T13:02:32.340-03:00</updated><title type='text'>sonho real.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Amazonas images&lt;br /&gt;93, Quai de Valmy&lt;br /&gt;75010 Paris&lt;br /&gt;France&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16/04 às 15h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quase não acredito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Est-elle réelle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não tinha jeito de acordar mais feliz com um 'simples' email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-6019522732736968851?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/6019522732736968851/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=6019522732736968851' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/6019522732736968851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/6019522732736968851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2010/04/sonho-real.html' title='sonho real.'/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-7936822967064498590</id><published>2010-04-05T12:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T12:34:58.819-03:00</updated><title type='text'>desire</title><content type='html'>[12:08] Altever Durimbeik - Não estou aqui no momento:&lt;br /&gt;e ai, vai precisar comprar um tubo de acnase para o pós páscoa? rsrsrs &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12:09] maressa_:&lt;br /&gt;aiai, quem deraaa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12:10] maressa_:&lt;br /&gt;ganhei nem um ovinho.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12:10] maressa_:&lt;br /&gt;nem uma barra de chocolateee &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12:10] maressa_:&lt;br /&gt;aspidhsau &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12:10] Altever Durimbeik - Não estou aqui no momento:&lt;br /&gt;putiz ... que chato ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12:10] Altever Durimbeik - Não estou aqui no momento:&lt;br /&gt;cade o incopetente do seu namorado nessas horas???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12:10] Altever Durimbeik - Não estou aqui no momento:&lt;br /&gt;rsrsrs &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12:10] maressa_:&lt;br /&gt;namorado?que isso?rs &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12:11] Altever Durimbeik - Não estou aqui no momento:&lt;br /&gt;namorado ... aquele cara que manda flores, busca no trabalho, leva para jantar e dá ovo de páscoa ... rsrsr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;precisa nem dizer que quero um.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-7936822967064498590?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-664401164826487324</id><published>2010-04-04T19:10:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T19:13:10.280-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/S7kOfj6FkSI/AAAAAAAAAo0/Xmkc9wqIQTc/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/S7kOfj6FkSI/AAAAAAAAAo0/Xmkc9wqIQTc/s400/6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456408358913675554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dizem que sou louca por eu ser assim, &lt;br /&gt;mas louco é quem me diz que não é feliz &lt;br /&gt;eu sou feliz! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-664401164826487324?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/664401164826487324/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=664401164826487324' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/664401164826487324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/664401164826487324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2010/04/dizem-que-sou-louca-por-eu-ser-assim.html' title=''/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/S7kOfj6FkSI/AAAAAAAAAo0/Xmkc9wqIQTc/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-1010086455677569210</id><published>2010-03-25T00:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T00:12:12.295-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>por mais que por algum tempo a gente sinta a dor de alguem e queira compartilhar&lt;br /&gt;a dor é daquela pessoa, o tempo todo pensando, sentindo,é intransferível, e por isso, muito maior nela, claro&lt;br /&gt;por mais que eu gostasse, tivesse amado em algum momento da vida,&lt;br /&gt;alias, quando a gente ama, ama, não importa o tempo divisor de aguas, &lt;br /&gt;telefonemas, saídas, sei la.&lt;br /&gt;vou sentir muita falta, assim como de alguns outros queridos que partiram, que não vou ver mais na rua, nunca mais pego ônibus junto, esbarrar num barzinho, dar conselho amoroso.&lt;br /&gt;assim mais um casal que se amava se separa.mais uma vez, acidente.&lt;br /&gt;mais uma vez sofrimento, mais uma vez eu choro compulsivamente por culpa, por não ter ido no hospital visitar, por não ter feito campanha pros amigos doarem sangue, por eu mesma não ter doado. me senti uma ninguém, uma inutil, uma completamente não digna de dizer que sofreu e que sente falta, que chora a dor, que entristece.&lt;br /&gt;érika, meu coração ta com você...eu não faço ideia do tamanho da dor que vc ta sentindo e acho que nessas horas, só Deus mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quero ajudar, quero estar mais presente, não quero deixar a vida passar, as pessoas que eu gosto admiro, morrerem assim, na minha frente, nos meus braços ou longe deles, sem saber que fizeram parte boa da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;douglas, vc vai ser eterno. fica com o Pai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desabafo..e sono.,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-1010086455677569210?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/1010086455677569210/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=1010086455677569210' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/1010086455677569210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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title=''/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/S6L-utm3DRI/AAAAAAAAAnc/EDzQy_DAOQ4/s72-c/60.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-4660145827538145809</id><published>2010-03-19T01:10:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T01:32:36.521-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pessoas caminham em ritmos próprios&lt;br /&gt;escolhem, escolhem, escolhem demais talvez&lt;br /&gt;sem saber pq, sabem do não&lt;br /&gt;do sim quem precisa saber?&lt;br /&gt;dançar no mesmo tempo, compasso, em silencio,&lt;br /&gt;sem explicação&lt;br /&gt;mas seus passos se perdem assim no barulho, &lt;br /&gt;vontade de decisão&lt;br /&gt;mas isso também passa e meu passo tem pressa pra retomar,&lt;br /&gt;meu beijo em você tem gosto de quero mais,fica.&lt;br /&gt;mas 'não dá mais, vai dar em nada'&lt;br /&gt;e o que é nada? o que tava sendo?&lt;br /&gt;a vontade diz tanto,&lt;br /&gt;mas não é todo mundo que sabe ouvir e interpretar.&lt;br /&gt;enfim, fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'nada vai mudar entre nós, como eu sei? eu só sei'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minto poeticamente, assim.&lt;br /&gt;e tomara que vire verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sei lá. sono e nostalgia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-4660145827538145809?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-7488188844071042814</id><published>2010-03-07T17:33:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T17:34:49.852-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pra finalizar um domingo escroto,&lt;br /&gt;vale a pena dizer que quando tudo de errado tem que acontecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acontece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não to nada bem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-7488188844071042814?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/7488188844071042814/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-3576877187476803486</id><published>2010-03-07T17:14:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T17:16:17.902-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>um idiota muito idiota cruzou meu caminho.&lt;br /&gt;e eu mais idiota fui&lt;br /&gt;em ter deixado ele entrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quandoumagrandedecepçãoacontece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dificil evitar chorar&lt;br /&gt;mas deixa você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-3576877187476803486?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/3576877187476803486/comments/default' title='Postar 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-28810692878073986</id><published>2010-03-07T16:19:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T17:08:21.670-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>droga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-28810692878073986?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/28810692878073986/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=28810692878073986' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/28810692878073986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/28810692878073986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2010/03/droga.html' title=''/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-4603305150107894007</id><published>2010-03-01T02:58:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T03:02:15.719-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/S4tXsKbYBWI/AAAAAAAAAmc/9gn3ljKI1oU/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/S4tXsKbYBWI/AAAAAAAAAmc/9gn3ljKI1oU/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443540990832412002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uma semana de esperança.&lt;br /&gt;(p.s:hj ganhei 50 euros de alguem que não quis se identificar! lindo né?&lt;br /&gt;tenho uma forte suspeita.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-4603305150107894007?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/4603305150107894007/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-7766363699322981747</id><published>2010-02-26T00:37:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T00:50:56.108-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/S4dDsP10d1I/AAAAAAAAAl4/LgKECkozUYY/s1600-h/beijo-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/S4dDsP10d1I/AAAAAAAAAl4/LgKECkozUYY/s400/beijo-thumb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442393102146107218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta feelin'&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/S4dDsP10d1I/AAAAAAAAAl4/LgKECkozUYY/s72-c/beijo-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-411111230961313092</id><published>2010-02-23T20:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T20:53:31.794-03:00</updated><title type='text'>a vida.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/S4RoJMsh0jI/AAAAAAAAAlw/sqzHx5EZ6Fs/s1600-h/orkut3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/S4RoJMsh0jI/AAAAAAAAAlw/sqzHx5EZ6Fs/s400/orkut3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441588757006504498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/S4RoIj1qhKI/AAAAAAAAAlo/14mz9tiTZB0/s1600-h/orkut2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/S4RoIj1qhKI/AAAAAAAAAlo/14mz9tiTZB0/s400/orkut2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441588746038969506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;encanta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-411111230961313092?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/S4RoJMsh0jI/AAAAAAAAAlw/sqzHx5EZ6Fs/s72-c/orkut3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-4391528466507204420</id><published>2010-02-13T11:47:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T11:51:49.935-02:00</updated><title type='text'>em feverê tem carná</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/S3athvBG7uI/AAAAAAAAAj8/VEWh1ulBiII/s1600-h/pq2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/S3athvBG7uI/AAAAAAAAAj8/VEWh1ulBiII/s400/pq2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437724395164856034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tudopodeacontecer!&lt;br /&gt;e viva o (feriado de) carnaval!&lt;br /&gt;a luta é sair da cama..pra arrumar as malas&lt;br /&gt;fazer comida (miojo),pra enfim pegar estrada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-4391528466507204420?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/4391528466507204420/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=4391528466507204420' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/4391528466507204420'/><link rel='self' 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coragem.</title><content type='html'>'sua cor preferida é verde,&lt;br /&gt;sua banda preferida é bride&lt;br /&gt;o que vc mais gosta de fazer na vida? não tenho ideia.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;respondi essas perguntas na lata, sem pensar duas vezes e acertei mais da metade.rs&lt;br /&gt;e vc continua achando que eu não te conheço?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'tudo é muito relativo - eu disse - se vc me pergunta qual mminha cor e banda preferida e o que eu mais gosto de fazer, não vou saber responder', sou mutante. fato.e outra, saber cor e banda preferida de alguém não é certificado nenhum de amizade e conhecimento sobre essa pessoa. acho que ele me entendeu nessas 150 minutos de conversa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enfim, é legal qd as pessoas acreditam e percebem que vc mudou realmente,&lt;br /&gt;hoje foi um marco. um dia histórico. um abraço apertado&lt;br /&gt;com gosto e cheiro de 5 a 9 anos atrás. loucura.&lt;br /&gt;precisava ser feito, precisava ser dito,precisava ser perdoado&lt;br /&gt;tô muito feliz. sem expectativas, sem nada&lt;br /&gt;mas com esperança, de um novo sorriso e novo olhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mto sono.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-6193130081608325189?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/6193130081608325189/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=6193130081608325189' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/6193130081608325189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/6193130081608325189'/><link rel='alternate' 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/S29sIvq3kdI/AAAAAAAAAjY/bYP227tJReI/s400/ma3_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435682172750500306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en&lt;br /&gt;fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que seja melhor, vai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-7247208800762772128?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/7247208800762772128/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=7247208800762772128' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/7247208800762772128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;ótimo/péssimo/ótimo/péssimo&lt;br /&gt;é tenso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quero morar sozinha, dividir apartamento com alguém.&lt;br /&gt;não faço minha casa de hotel e não admito que cobrem isso e outras coisas de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cansei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-1983959603249311690?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/1983959603249311690/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=1983959603249311690' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/1983959603249311690'/><link rel='self' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/S2zO7ldJR4I/AAAAAAAAAjM/pRtaBKNOgTw/s1600-h/P2011616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/S2zO7ldJR4I/AAAAAAAAAjM/pRtaBKNOgTw/s400/P2011616.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434946373391304578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pelo menos me surpreendeu positivamente. aiai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-8729997534515358620?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/8729997534515358620/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=8729997534515358620' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/8729997534515358620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/8729997534515358620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2010/02/sim-liguei.html' title=''/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/S2zO7ldJR4I/AAAAAAAAAjM/pRtaBKNOgTw/s72-c/P2011616.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-5896699025221522785</id><published>2010-02-03T22:34:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T22:49:40.002-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'vamos fugir?&lt;br /&gt;se eu pudesse largar tudo, fugiria pra qualquer lugar com você(...)'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-5896699025221522785?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/5896699025221522785/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=5896699025221522785' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/S2DwBJPBhsI/AAAAAAAAAjE/0li_1ZD8c68/s1600-h/paris-eu-te-amo06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/S2DwBJPBhsI/AAAAAAAAAjE/0li_1ZD8c68/s400/paris-eu-te-amo06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431605053058287298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/S2DwA6esWwI/AAAAAAAAAi8/LdQPOF3DPXw/s1600-h/Paris_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/S2DwA6esWwI/AAAAAAAAAi8/LdQPOF3DPXw/s400/Paris_full.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431605049097476866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On me dit que nos vies ne valent pas grand-chose, &lt;br /&gt;Elles passent en un instant comme fanent les roses, &lt;br /&gt;On me dit que le temps qui glisse est un salaud, &lt;br /&gt;Que de nos chagrins il s'en fait des manteaux. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pourtant quelqu'un m'a dit que tu m'aimais encore, &lt;br /&gt;C'est quelqu'un qui m'a dit que tu m'aimais encore, &lt;br /&gt;Serais ce possible alors ? (refrain) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On me dit que le destin se moque bien de nous, &lt;br /&gt;Qu'il ne nous donne rien, et qu'il nous promet tout, &lt;br /&gt;Paraît que le bonheur est à portée de main, &lt;br /&gt;Alors on tend la main et on se retrouve fou. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pourtant quelqu'un m'a dit... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais qui est-ce qui m'a dit que toujours tu m'aimais?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je ne me souviens plus, c'était tard dans la nuit, &lt;br /&gt;J'entends encore la voix, mais je ne vois plus les&lt;br /&gt;traits, "Il vous aime, c'est secret, ne lui dites pas&lt;br /&gt;que je vous l'ai dit." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu vois, quelqu'un m'a dit que tu m'aimais encore, &lt;br /&gt;Me l'a t'on vraiment dit que tu m'aimais encore, &lt;br /&gt;Serait-ce possible alors ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On me dit que nos vies ne valent pas grand-chose, &lt;br /&gt;Elles passent en un instant comme fanent les roses, &lt;br /&gt;On me dit que le temps qui glisse est un salaud, &lt;br /&gt;Et que de nos tristesses il s'en fait des manteaux. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pourtant quelqu'un m'a dit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-8823586523752871166?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/8823586523752871166/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=8823586523752871166' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/8823586523752871166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/8823586523752871166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_5952.html' title='......'/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/S2DwBJPBhsI/AAAAAAAAAjE/0li_1ZD8c68/s72-c/paris-eu-te-amo06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7296144814183179926.post-6005540154288360695</id><published>2010-01-27T03:06:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T03:11:44.088-02:00</updated><title type='text'>ei</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/S1_KMe74TLI/AAAAAAAAAi0/ejg_GcAyBj4/s1600-h/59.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/S1_KMe74TLI/AAAAAAAAAi0/ejg_GcAyBj4/s400/59.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431281991443565746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sou assim: não guardo raiva de ngm, &lt;br /&gt;sou a mais coração mole de todas&lt;br /&gt;até demais, dá raiva as vezes&lt;br /&gt;mas se me chateou, o tempo dirá&lt;br /&gt;quanto tempo..pra eu ficar normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;falando isso só por uma situação bem específica que aconteceu hoje..&lt;br /&gt;aliás, hoje foi um dia bem bom, varias coisas legais aconteceram.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enfim...vou nessa, ta tarde querido diário.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7296144814183179926-6005540154288360695?l=suapequena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/feeds/6005540154288360695/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7296144814183179926&amp;postID=6005540154288360695' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/6005540154288360695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7296144814183179926/posts/default/6005540154288360695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suapequena.blogspot.com/2010/01/ei.html' title='ei'/><author><name>Maressa Moura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16970869460463617276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vz_w99DbeNo/TeXJuE08FqI/AAAAAAAABwo/fbVSLpR9g2o/s220/27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zhm_JC7iFUw/S1_KMe74TLI/AAAAAAAAAi0/ejg_GcAyBj4/s72-c/59.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
