<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476</id><updated>2011-11-27T04:53:51.010-08:00</updated><category term='Esqueça todo o resto ( História )'/><category term='Filme'/><category term='O morro dos ventos uivantes'/><category term='Frases'/><category term='Carnaval'/><category term='Artistas *.*'/><category term='tênis'/><category term='colorido'/><category term='Diário'/><category term='eu fiz'/><category term='customização'/><category term='Livros'/><category term='Amor'/><category term='Poesias'/><category term='Cotidiano'/><category term='Receitas'/><category term='Histórias'/><category term='Selos'/><category term='Assuntos que eu sei...'/><category term='Músicas'/><title type='text'>_Lágrimas Imperfeitas_</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>116</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-8051333008540091560</id><published>2010-07-28T08:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T09:11:43.504-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu fiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='customização'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Minhas férias andam mais ou menos movimentadas, aprendi fazer várias coisinhas legais &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(só tô editando as fotos para postar aqui)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, como personalizar uma T-shirt, fazer um headband simples, entre outros. Customizar as roupas e criar acessórios é bem divertido e útil! Se alguém tiver alguma dica de customização deixe um recado para mim. É bom aprender cada vez mais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Beijãooo e até uma próxima!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S. Estou mudando algumas coisas no blog e apagando algumas postagens...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Vou deixá-la de uma jeito melhor :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-8051333008540091560?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/8051333008540091560/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=8051333008540091560' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/8051333008540091560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/8051333008540091560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2010/07/minhas-ferias-andam-mais-ou-menos.html' title=''/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-5156484157458663234</id><published>2010-05-06T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T14:44:29.276-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Receitas'/><title type='text'>Bolo de Goiabada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/S-M2Hhi0SuI/AAAAAAAAAiY/iMXpm_eZLSM/s1600/Cotidiano.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 70px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/S-M2Hhi0SuI/AAAAAAAAAiY/iMXpm_eZLSM/s400/Cotidiano.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468273875449301730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/S-M2ayJzfpI/AAAAAAAAAig/4wE2PDD8N1U/s1600/Photo_0112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/S-M2ayJzfpI/AAAAAAAAAig/4wE2PDD8N1U/s320/Photo_0112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468274206325309074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;Ingredientes :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;Massa&lt;br /&gt;3 ovos em clara em neve&lt;br /&gt;1 x. de açúcar&lt;br /&gt;1/2 copo de leite&lt;br /&gt;3 x. trigo&lt;br /&gt;1 colher de fermento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;Cobertura&lt;br /&gt;400 g. goiabada&lt;br /&gt;100 g. coco&lt;br /&gt;1 lata de leite condesado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;Como fazer:&lt;br /&gt;Bata o bolo normal, espalhe na assadeira ( no caso da foto a minha mãe  usou forminhas de silicone) e coloque a goiabada em tiras, o leite  condesado e o coco por cima dessa massa. Coloque para assar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Quanto tempo! Saudades daqui ... bom, acima está a receita que a minha mãe sempre faz e que decidi compartilhar com vocês. Ultimamente andei meio ocupada com o blog da minha classe e abandonei aqui, mas postarei coisas novas logo logo ;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Beijos Beijos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;tayurimatsumi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-5156484157458663234?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/5156484157458663234/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=5156484157458663234' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/5156484157458663234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/5156484157458663234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2010/05/bolo-de-goiabada.html' title='Bolo de Goiabada'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/S-M2Hhi0SuI/AAAAAAAAAiY/iMXpm_eZLSM/s72-c/Cotidiano.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-3734263479329424477</id><published>2010-04-09T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T16:36:31.821-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Histórias'/><title type='text'>A última partida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/S7-44IUC7LI/AAAAAAAAAh4/20_Ve7Ns9Ic/s1600/Hist%C3%B3rias.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458284547840076978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 72px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/S7-44IUC7LI/AAAAAAAAAh4/20_Ve7Ns9Ic/s400/Hist%C3%B3rias.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; A última partida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Conseguia ver em câmera lenta. Os passes. Os dribles. Aquela seria a última jogada antes da partida terminar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Era o início de verão.&lt;br /&gt;O ônibus abrira a porta, as bagagens já estavam guardadas no compartimento. Entrei. O meu assento era ao lado da janela. Estava quase lotado e ninguém ainda sentara ao meu lado.&lt;br /&gt;Cinco minutos para partir. Quatro minutos. Ninguém ainda ocupara o lugar. Encostei a cabeça no vidro e vi a minha mãe acenar levemente a mão. O motorista se preparava para sair.&lt;br /&gt;No último instante alguém entrou e observou todos os assentos a procura do seu. E para minha surpresa era ao meu lado.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel, meu ex-melhor amigo, estava agora ali, com o sorriso estampado no rosto. Tive uma sensação vaga, sem graça e para o seu próprio desapontamento ele notara. Ficamos em um longo silêncio durante a viagem, quando ele finalmente sussurrou:&lt;br /&gt;- Sei que errei... Mas sei que você pode me perdoar.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sabia que poderia perdoar, mas ainda sentia ter perdido ele e pior ainda a nossa amizade. Continuei em silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;- Entendo. – e virou-se para o corredor colocando os fones no ouvido.&lt;br /&gt;Uma sensação estranha percorria o meu corpo, queria odiar ele com todas as minhas forças, no entanto, não conseguia. Do que adiantava culpar ele por ter me abandonado quando mais precisava? Por não ter me consolado quando me senti isolada do mundo? Por fingir não me conhecer e me ignorar depois disso sem justificativa alguma? Aquilo era tudo sobre mim, a egoísta, que esperava mais do amigo e não retribuía o mesmo afeto. No final das contas eu era a culpada, porém não queria admitir.&lt;br /&gt;Fechei os olhos por um momento e adormeci. O clarão. A batida. A tontura. O acidente. O corpo de Daniel estava estendido ao meu lado, seus olhos ainda estavam abertos e o sangue escorria de sua boca que murmurava palavras compatíveis ao que estava sentindo: “Eu te amo”.&lt;br /&gt;Sobressalto. Sabia o que significava. Olhei para ele e percebi que continuava co&lt;a href="http://www.interarteonline.com/Lucemar_de_Souza/Altas/Despedida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px" alt="" src="http://www.interarteonline.com/Lucemar_de_Souza/Altas/Despedida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;m os fones olhando o corredor. Chegamos ao destino final.&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas aos poucos se amontoaram no corredor. Esperei diminuir os passageiros no ônibus. Enquanto, pegava a mochila no compartimento em cima dos bancos, ele já havia saído. O celular tocou.&lt;br /&gt;“Não quero me afastar de você e nunca quis. Se fiz isso é porque gosto de você. Mais do que possa imaginar... Muito mais. Sei que não te ajudei, mas dói ver você sofrer. Dói mais por saber que te decepcionei. Eu não sabia o que fazer, não sabia o que dizer. Queria ter sido forte e corajoso o suficiente. Eu te amo.”&lt;br /&gt;Uma lágrima escorreu em meu rosto.&lt;br /&gt;Saí do ônibus e o vi de longe atravessar a rua. Uma batida. O meu grito. Seu corpo caído...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele chuta com o máximo de força. O apito soa. Eram campeões. Todos agora o saudavam. Daniel me vê e corre em minha direção. Beijamos-nos. O que é puro não pode acabar de forma ruim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;por: tayuri matsumi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-3734263479329424477?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/3734263479329424477/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=3734263479329424477' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/3734263479329424477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/3734263479329424477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2010/04/ultima-partida.html' title='A última partida'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/S7-44IUC7LI/AAAAAAAAAh4/20_Ve7Ns9Ic/s72-c/Hist%C3%B3rias.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-3396838783642362736</id><published>2010-02-28T07:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T07:44:23.404-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu fiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colorido'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='customização'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tênis'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/S4qMgeOrD0I/AAAAAAAAAhg/XvB3kHwHCz8/s1600-h/Mensagens.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443317589128974146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 72px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/S4qMgeOrD0I/AAAAAAAAAhg/XvB3kHwHCz8/s400/Mensagens.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Esses dias atrás estava vendo que tinha um&lt;em&gt; tênis&lt;/em&gt; que já estava ficando &lt;em&gt;velhinho &lt;/em&gt;e com manchas. Resolvi pegar um pouco de &lt;strong&gt;tintas &lt;/strong&gt;e &lt;strong&gt;retalhos de pano&lt;/strong&gt; e mudar ele. Ficou bem diferente &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(parecendo o sapato do &lt;em&gt;Patati Patatá&lt;/em&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;, mas já que estão usando tudo &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;colorido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, não ficou tão ruim assim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443320553563533954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/S4qPNBm8soI/AAAAAAAAAhw/lknTRzCGn64/s400/P2240886.JPG" border="0" /&gt;De um lado está escrito &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I LOVE"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; e do outro &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"YOU BELONG WITH ME"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;O que acharam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;por: tayurimatsumi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-3396838783642362736?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/3396838783642362736/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=3396838783642362736' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/3396838783642362736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/3396838783642362736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2010/02/esses-dias-atras-estava-vendo-que-tinha.html' title=''/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/S4qMgeOrD0I/AAAAAAAAAhg/XvB3kHwHCz8/s72-c/Mensagens.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-2832330286298992442</id><published>2010-02-19T16:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T17:16:21.378-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carnaval'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cotidiano'/><title type='text'>Carnaval! Uau</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/S3806lam7dI/AAAAAAAAAhI/8ODJL_08_lA/s1600-h/Cotidiano.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440125055967620562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 70px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/S3806lam7dI/AAAAAAAAAhI/8ODJL_08_lA/s400/Cotidiano.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meu &lt;strong&gt;carnaval&lt;/strong&gt; foi divertido e o seu?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No último dia, meus amigos e eu fomos fantasiados para a rua. Vesti uma peruca &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;vermelha&lt;/span&gt; e tentei fazer uma maquiagem &lt;em&gt;Lady Gaga, &lt;/em&gt;mas não consegui... rá. Estávamos todos uniformizados com abadás, meio que exclusivo na minha cidade, a turma tentou inovar com as perucas, tinha um que era a &lt;em&gt;Rita Lee&lt;/em&gt;, o outro era o &lt;em&gt;Kakashi, Mendigo&lt;/em&gt; e assim por diante. Abaixo tem as fotos. &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Foi muito engraçado!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440127770421764402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/S383Yli6ITI/AAAAAAAAAhY/JsPVQVaRZKo/s400/carnaval.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-2832330286298992442?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/2832330286298992442/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=2832330286298992442' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/2832330286298992442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/2832330286298992442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2010/02/carnaval-uau.html' title='Carnaval! Uau'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/S3806lam7dI/AAAAAAAAAhI/8ODJL_08_lA/s72-c/Cotidiano.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-4092759326573025930</id><published>2010-02-14T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T12:33:04.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/S3gJ_n004hI/AAAAAAAAAf0/nCjWdMH4oyc/s1600-h/Mensagens.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438107538676834834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 72px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/S3gJ_n004hI/AAAAAAAAAf0/nCjWdMH4oyc/s400/Mensagens.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a title="Frases e Mensagens de Agradecimento" href="http://www.recadosamizade.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 395px; HEIGHT: 310px" height="364" alt="super imagens e gifs" src="http://i566.photobucket.com/albums/ss101/alegres/296/004.gif" width="501" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Valentine's Day! Feliz Dia dos Namorados!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Aquilo que se faz por amor está sempre além do bem e do mal."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Friedrich_Nietzsche/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friedrich Nietzsche&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-4092759326573025930?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/4092759326573025930/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=4092759326573025930' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/4092759326573025930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/4092759326573025930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/S3gJ_n004hI/AAAAAAAAAf0/nCjWdMH4oyc/s72-c/Mensagens.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-8558976835239870849</id><published>2010-02-02T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T08:00:31.554-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu fiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='customização'/><title type='text'>Camiseta customizada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433673058555555330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 72px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/S2hI26DQbgI/AAAAAAAAAe8/zCjMT8cv64U/s400/Mensagens.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Olá galera! Quanto tempo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;carnaval&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;chegando fiz um teste de &lt;em&gt;customização&lt;/em&gt; com uma camiseta velha.&lt;br /&gt;Olhe o resultado:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/S2hLquG29LI/AAAAAAAAAfk/gd1qkxecokQ/s1600-h/P1290756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433676147725890738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/S2hLquG29LI/AAAAAAAAAfk/gd1qkxecokQ/s200/P1290756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/S2hL1vS8lrI/AAAAAAAAAfs/F2ukSqBfrkk/s1600-h/Camiseta2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433676337023588018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/S2hL1vS8lrI/AAAAAAAAAfs/F2ukSqBfrkk/s200/Camiseta2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/S2hKPbfHfII/AAAAAAAAAfc/H5XXPzSbZDg/s1600-h/P1290756.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/S2hJ-OrXWdI/AAAAAAAAAfU/taDlnOgFmj8/s1600-h/Camiseta2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;( Ignorem o meu cabelo )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;O que acharam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;por &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;tayurimatsumi#garotadestino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-8558976835239870849?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/8558976835239870849/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=8558976835239870849' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/8558976835239870849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/8558976835239870849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2010/02/camiseta-customizada.html' title='Camiseta customizada'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/S2hI26DQbgI/AAAAAAAAAe8/zCjMT8cv64U/s72-c/Mensagens.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-9198462491806892984</id><published>2009-12-27T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T17:42:32.579-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>O que eu fiz em 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/Szf_WjDZq2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/iEo_BE4fU40/s1600-h/Cotidiano.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420081439395392354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 70px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/Szf_WjDZq2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/iEo_BE4fU40/s400/Cotidiano.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt; P.S. Mudei o &lt;strong&gt;Diário&lt;/strong&gt; para &lt;strong&gt;Cotidiano&lt;/strong&gt; - Preciso só alterar depois, ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Talvez esse será minha última postagem de 2009. Então farei uma retrospectiva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;2009 (eu) ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420087194785066098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 371px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SzgEljjOrHI/AAAAAAAAAeE/BNqtcYafUR0/s400/2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fiquei em primeiro lugar no vestibular da &lt;strong&gt;UNISEPE&lt;/strong&gt; em Biologia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ganhei Menção Honrosa na &lt;strong&gt;OBMEP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vi o Fresno, Nx Zero, Fernando &amp;amp; Sorocaba, KLB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ganhei duas promoções ( &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dois ingressos que não usei&lt;/span&gt; ) na Daiblog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ganhei um &lt;strong&gt;Celular&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nokia 2630&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pintei meu cabelo ( &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nem pegou direito a cor&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fui ao &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aquário&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ( &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Descobri o que queria fazer&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fui &lt;strong&gt;madrinha&lt;/strong&gt; de Formatura &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fiz &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;16 anos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Descobri a &lt;em&gt;Colheita Feliz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Assisti a primeira temporada de &lt;strong&gt;"How I Met Your Mother"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Criei um twitter ( &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/tayuri"&gt;@tayuri&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Levei um gol ( &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;E quase matei a adversária&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Dancei na escola &lt;strong&gt;Get Up&lt;/strong&gt; da Ciara ( &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Isso rendeu o inicio da guerra entre os grupos de meninas na sala&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Perdi duas pessoas que eu gostava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tenho um pouco de &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Hippie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Não sei mais o que escrever, no entanto, sei que fiz muitas coisas e que ano que vem será muito melhor. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Obrigada leitores do &lt;em&gt;Lágrimas Imperfeitas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S.² Terceirão!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;por:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;tayurimatsumi#garotadestino&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-9198462491806892984?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/9198462491806892984/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=9198462491806892984' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/9198462491806892984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/9198462491806892984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-que-eu-fiz-em-2009.html' title='O que eu fiz em 2009'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/Szf_WjDZq2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/iEo_BE4fU40/s72-c/Cotidiano.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-2027232385703207422</id><published>2009-12-22T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T17:46:11.596-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frases'/><title type='text'>Feliz Natal! HO HO HO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SzDuTY1WSzI/AAAAAAAAAdE/UtpwV0LWGec/s1600-h/Mensagens.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418092368577841970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 72px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SzDuTY1WSzI/AAAAAAAAAdE/UtpwV0LWGec/s400/Mensagens.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SzDo4XYJy_I/AAAAAAAAAc8/-Rj8HTQulow/s1600-h/arvore_de_natal-1568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418086406772345842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SzDo4XYJy_I/AAAAAAAAAc8/-Rj8HTQulow/s320/arvore_de_natal-1568.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"O melhor do que todos os presentes embaixo da árvore de natal é a presença de uma família feliz."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Dedico a postagem de natal a uma pessoa que me ensinou muito sobre a música, mas que infelizmente não está mais entre nós.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;João Guedes&lt;/strong&gt;, o senhor foi o maior maestro que eu pude ter. " &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;por:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;tayurimatsumi#garotadestino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-2027232385703207422?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/2027232385703207422/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=2027232385703207422' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/2027232385703207422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/2027232385703207422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/12/feliz-natal-ho-ho-ho.html' title='Feliz Natal! HO HO HO'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SzDuTY1WSzI/AAAAAAAAAdE/UtpwV0LWGec/s72-c/Mensagens.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-717895806755512969</id><published>2009-12-08T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T09:21:26.577-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Músicas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/Sx6FGdhNWOI/AAAAAAAAAcs/-Nvg6iVi_hA/s1600-h/Inicio+de+marca.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412910148195539170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 69px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/Sx6FGdhNWOI/AAAAAAAAAcs/-Nvg6iVi_hA/s400/Inicio+de+marca.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HQpbtVpTxnY/SxXj_hTJ0vI/AAAAAAAAAB8/8WTP6w3Rc1s/S230/06-1200-FRESNO-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HQpbtVpTxnY/SxXj_hTJ0vI/AAAAAAAAAB8/8WTP6w3Rc1s/S230/06-1200-FRESNO-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Essa é para quem gosta da banda &lt;a href="http://fresnorock.com.br/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fresno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, aquela mesma composta pelo &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lucas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Compositor, Vocalista e Guitarrista)&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tavares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Compositor, Baixista e Backing-Vocal.)&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Vavo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Guitarrista e Backing-Vocal )&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Baterista)&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e quer saber tudo sobre eles. Então, visite o blog de Ana Flávia, ou &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/tavarespegaell"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;tavarespegaell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;e descubra mais sobre eles. Ninguém melhor do que ela para passar isso a vocês, a garota chora em todos os shows, é apaixonada pelo &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Rodrigo Tavares, &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;o quarto dela é repleto de posteres da banda&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Está perdendo tempo, porque? Se você é uma fã da banda e quer saber sobre clipes, músicas, shows e sei lá mais o que : visite&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lovefresnorock.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;LOVEFRESNOROCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Essa é uma dica que passo para vocês, ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;por:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;tayurimatsumi#garotadestino&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-717895806755512969?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/717895806755512969/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=717895806755512969' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/717895806755512969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/717895806755512969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/12/fresno-com-lovefresnorocktavarespegaell.html' title=''/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/Sx6FGdhNWOI/AAAAAAAAAcs/-Nvg6iVi_hA/s72-c/Inicio+de+marca.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-6433645377874206145</id><published>2009-12-02T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T13:06:33.127-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Selos'/><title type='text'>Selo: Amizade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Olá bons colegas e amigos! Há quanto tempo não os via. Senti muitas saudades, mas culpo o tempo por isso. E sem mais me lastimar, abaixo deixo um selo com muito carinho a todos os meus amigos da blogosfera e aqueles que quiserem compartilhar comigo esse lindo laço de afeto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Viver sem amigos é como tentar tirar leite de um urso para o café da manhã. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Dá muito trabalho e não vale à pena&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Zora Neale Hurston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410747346879705458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SxbWC2wm8XI/AAAAAAAAAb0/dlSbextfelQ/s320/123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fiquem a vontade! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Por: garota destino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-6433645377874206145?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/6433645377874206145/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=6433645377874206145' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/6433645377874206145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/6433645377874206145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/12/selo-amizade.html' title='Selo: Amizade'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SxbWC2wm8XI/AAAAAAAAAb0/dlSbextfelQ/s72-c/123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-4452411948251445319</id><published>2009-11-22T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T07:38:08.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Em construção...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meu blog permanecerá se modficando até eu deixa-lo em um novo formato e com mais itens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Obrigada pela compreensão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-4452411948251445319?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/4452411948251445319/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=4452411948251445319' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/4452411948251445319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/4452411948251445319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/11/em-construcao.html' title='Em construção...'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-78278179463979736</id><published>2009-11-15T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T11:48:19.167-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Motivos de ausência</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fiquei ausente por vários motivos e não tive tempo para me dedicar ao blog. &lt;em&gt;Desculpe - me&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Estava com bastante trabalhos escolares e esse fim de ano, sabem, como é cansativo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Logo logo as férias chegam e postarei assuntos novos e motificarei alguns itens do L.I. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tenho algumas novidades nem tão novas por enquanto. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Esses tempos atrás fiz um &lt;strong&gt;vestibular&lt;/strong&gt; como treineira e ai está o resultado: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404418299679950626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SwBZz0oLRyI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Oc0UN9l4VBo/s400/bacharelado.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nota Geral : 82 . Classificação: 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Biologia ( Bacharelado)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem sei como atingi tal pontuação, mas as minhas expectativas são todas voltadas para o ano que vem, pois será quando realmente estarão valendo. Espero entrar em umma ótima Universidade e me tornar uma excelente bióloga. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-78278179463979736?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/78278179463979736/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=78278179463979736' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/78278179463979736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/78278179463979736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/11/motivos-de-ausencia.html' title='Motivos de ausência'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SwBZz0oLRyI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Oc0UN9l4VBo/s72-c/bacharelado.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-1780029312296250281</id><published>2009-10-24T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T08:29:19.605-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Hoje : Meu aniversário!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SuMdOvJhm2I/AAAAAAAAAX8/7XCXEoDnAh4/s1600-h/PA130312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396188917531777890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SuMdOvJhm2I/AAAAAAAAAX8/7XCXEoDnAh4/s200/PA130312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A vida é um milhão de novos começos movidos pelo desafio sempre novo de viver e fazer todo sonho brilhar."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Agradeço todos que sempre me apoiaram e torceram pelo meu sucesso. A minha vida se torna cada vez mais especial pelo simples fato de contar com vocês!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que Deus o ilumine sempre&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S. Mãe agradeço por ser tão especial na minha vida, Judy sei que você vai conseguir passar na prova, Papai obrigado por ser meu pai, Hiyan você só trás mais alegria , Bruno você é o melhor namorado que eu podia ter, todos meus amigos e professores agradeço por me ensinarem a cada dia e Deus obrigado pela vida que me deste. Amo todos vocês &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-1780029312296250281?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/1780029312296250281/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=1780029312296250281' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/1780029312296250281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/1780029312296250281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/10/hoje-meu-aniversario.html' title='Hoje : Meu aniversário!'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SuMdOvJhm2I/AAAAAAAAAX8/7XCXEoDnAh4/s72-c/PA130312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-8810456888871218970</id><published>2009-10-13T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T10:36:02.842-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assuntos que eu sei...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Halloween e Máscara de Zumbi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/StS6OoWRVuI/AAAAAAAAAXU/y_tNmUymv3w/s1600-h/PA100180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392139414381090530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/StS6OoWRVuI/AAAAAAAAAXU/y_tNmUymv3w/s200/PA100180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Halloween / Dia das Bruxas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; chegando e você já arrumou a&lt;strong&gt; fantasia &lt;/strong&gt;para pedir doces na rua?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O aniversário de 11 anos da minha irmã teve o Halloween como tema. &lt;em&gt;A decoração ficou linda, foi divertido e tudo&lt;/em&gt;. O traje era fantasia ou roupa preta, mas na verdade só a minha irmã e mais uma amiguinha foram de &lt;em&gt;bruxinhas&lt;/em&gt; e o resto foram todos de preto, exceto eu, que estava com um &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;vestido vermelho&lt;/span&gt; e de &lt;strong&gt;All Star&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( ou quase isso )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; branco . Sem esquecer é claro a maquiagem de &lt;strong&gt;Zumbi. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;( Sofri tanto para tirar essa maquiagem, foi praticamente uma depilação no meu rosto ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;~ Se o tema fosse circo eu seria a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;palhaça&lt;/span&gt;! :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tirando a dor, o efeito é bom! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quer saber como que faz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Vou tentar ensinar ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; ( Vai ser meio difícil UHEUHE )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/StS4P1EiZYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/3R4lrSYmh10/s1600-h/P9251240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392137235952985474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/StS4P1EiZYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/3R4lrSYmh10/s200/P9251240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* Massa:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Farinha de Trigo&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Água &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;( Para cada 1/3 de Farinha , 2/3 de Água )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Modo de Preparo :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coloca os ingredientes numa panela e leva ao fogo ... Mexe mexe mexe até virar um mingau . Pratico, né? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Depois disso passa a massa no rosto e coloca papel higiênico, fazendo por camadas . Espere secar e passe a tinta . Eu usei guachê preto e vermelho&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;( Só tinha isso em casa ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;~Fica igual na foto. Eu acho que dá impressão de queimadura . :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Até logo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-8810456888871218970?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/8810456888871218970/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=8810456888871218970' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/8810456888871218970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/8810456888871218970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-e-mascara-de-zumbi.html' title='Halloween e Máscara de Zumbi'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/StS6OoWRVuI/AAAAAAAAAXU/y_tNmUymv3w/s72-c/PA100180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-5878022141341631623</id><published>2009-10-02T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T15:01:41.552-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Amigos, Meio que voltei!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É faz um tempão que não posto nada e nem dou notícias. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A vida anda agitada e estava estudando muito. Também, tenho que fazer a segunda fase da &lt;strong&gt;OBMEP&lt;/strong&gt;, o &lt;strong&gt;ENEM&lt;/strong&gt; ( &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;palhaçada o que aconteceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ), um concurso da &lt;strong&gt;Fundap &lt;/strong&gt;e o vestibular para a &lt;strong&gt;UNISEPE&lt;/strong&gt;. Isso porque ainda estou no &lt;em&gt;2ª série do Ensino Médio&lt;/em&gt;. Ufaa! Imagine ano que vem! O.O ... Ainda bem que estou me preparando desde agora. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aa &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;POR FAVOR :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dê uma força para o meu grupo! VOTE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://inventandohistoriapurezone.com.br/Historia_Det.aspx?id=EFE369F16730CB8DCF1F18B4A8D68C1C"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388123419790896450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SsZ1s-qZbUI/AAAAAAAAAWs/UjbRO33xrzk/s320/Conclus%25C3%25A3o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;Conheça o grupo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ainda bem que photoshop faz milagres, porque se não eu ia sair nessa foto com uma mancha de ovo na camisa. hihihi. Se eu te contar o sofrimento para tirar a foto, se mataria de rir... Não é uma das melhores, mas tá valendo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://inventandohistoriapurezone.com.br/Historia_Det.aspx?id=EFE369F16730CB8DCF1F18B4A8D68C1C"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388124572748411490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SsZ2wFw48mI/AAAAAAAAAW0/1e4BogA-vb0/s400/123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Galera! Qualquer coisa pode me seguir no &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/tayuri"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;twitter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; ( &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;@&lt;/span&gt;Tayuri ).&lt;/em&gt;  Bgs e até a próxima ... Estava com saudades. ;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-5878022141341631623?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/5878022141341631623/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=5878022141341631623' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/5878022141341631623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/5878022141341631623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/10/amigos-meio-que-voltei.html' title='Amigos, Meio que voltei!'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SsZ1s-qZbUI/AAAAAAAAAWs/UjbRO33xrzk/s72-c/Conclus%25C3%25A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-1679026760947922097</id><published>2009-08-27T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T19:00:07.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Concurso Inventando história Pure Zone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://inventandohistoriapurezone.com.br/Historia_Det.aspx?id=EFE369F16730CB8DCF1F18B4A8D68C1C"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374826963351746578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/Spc4pWfFuBI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ki387fClIuc/s320/Conclus%C3%A3o.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou participando do concurso &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Inventando História Pure Zone&lt;/span&gt; junto com mais quatro &lt;em&gt;amigos&lt;/em&gt; : &lt;strong&gt;Jony, Matheus, Janaine e Judy&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;( minha irmã que não deixa de ser amiga )&lt;/span&gt; - com a história &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Férias em Itapuã - Descobertas de novas sensações&lt;/span&gt; , baseada em fatos reais . &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;hihi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gostaria que vocês lessem e comentassem, nesse momento a ajuda de vocês é importante! Acompanhem a nossa história e ajude-nos a se classificar entre os 30 melhores! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ao fim do quinta capítulo iniciará a votação e contamos com sua ajuda!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desde já agradeço! :D&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;P.S. Clique na imagem! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://inventandohistoriapurezone.com.br/Historia_Det.aspx?id=EFE369F16730CB8DCF1F18B4A8D68C1C"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-1679026760947922097?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/1679026760947922097/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=1679026760947922097' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/1679026760947922097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/1679026760947922097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/08/concurso-inventando-historia-pure-zone.html' title='Concurso Inventando história Pure Zone'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/Spc4pWfFuBI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ki387fClIuc/s72-c/Conclus%C3%A3o.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-7693431338573293173</id><published>2009-08-16T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T10:37:32.474-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Férias! Parte I</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SohsN-itbjI/AAAAAAAAAVM/wOyjeVYt9eo/s1600-h/Avatar.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370661543021997618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SohsN-itbjI/AAAAAAAAAVM/wOyjeVYt9eo/s320/Avatar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Novidades? Vou contar quase todas ( que todas mesmo eu não me lembro). Aconteceram muitas coisas nessas férias e vou dividi-las em partes para poder contar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Começando ... nessas férias eu &lt;strong&gt;não sai de casa&lt;/strong&gt;. Ué, então como fiz muitas coisas se nem sai de casa ? Não estou brincando, a maior parte das férias fiquei &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;nas minhas casas&lt;/span&gt;, isso mesmo , &lt;em&gt;minhas casas &lt;/em&gt;, pois a diversão se dividiu entre a casa do sitio e a casa da cidade. Pelo menos uns cinco aniversários foram comemorados , como o de Janaine, Leandro, Alyson ... huum teve Suise, mas ela mora em outra cidade, então liguei para ela, e sem esquecer o de casamento dos meus pais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/So7WcFfLzZI/AAAAAAAAAVU/gSuYrHaESS4/s1600-h/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/So7ZZSXUR3I/AAAAAAAAAVc/Sa8zCbAbOmE/s1600-h/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372470433949173618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/So7ZZSXUR3I/AAAAAAAAAVc/Sa8zCbAbOmE/s200/page.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O de Janaine foi praticamente o ponto &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; partida das aventuras ... foi nesse dia que nos reunimos pra valer e começamos um novo grupo de amizades, com novas pessoas e também com reaproximações. Além disso, foi o dia que &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bruno&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;me pediu em namoro. É. Agora estou &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;namorando&lt;/span&gt;. Uma vez fiz uma postagem, meio que indireta para ele. Aaa mas isso já faz uns dois anos. É estranho como a vida é. Como um amigo me disse : &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;O mundo gira, a fila anda e a vida continua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Ou retoma ao mesmo ponto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, também fiz novas descobertas, não só eu como os meus amigos também.  Fizemos tantas reuniões para assistir filmes, cantar no karaoke , ou só para conversar que até já perdi as contas. Lembrando que no dia dos amigos comemoramos com toda a galera. Todo mundo reunido. Isso é tão bom. Isso faz bem!  Tenho tantas outras coisas que vou deixar para o &lt;em&gt;próximo post,&lt;/em&gt; assim, separo umas fotos para colocar aqui .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deixem comentários (?) e até a próxima ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-7693431338573293173?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/7693431338573293173/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=7693431338573293173' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/7693431338573293173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/7693431338573293173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/08/ferias-parte-i.html' title='Férias! Parte I'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SohsN-itbjI/AAAAAAAAAVM/wOyjeVYt9eo/s72-c/Avatar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-7265431418273286881</id><published>2009-07-26T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T12:30:46.244-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Volto logo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SmyuUdNhENI/AAAAAAAAAU8/F0j8zOvS1Rg/s1600-h/Z1rtggtl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362852922753355986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SmyuUdNhENI/AAAAAAAAAU8/F0j8zOvS1Rg/s200/Z1rtggtl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pessoal, desculpem os dias em que fiquei ausente. É que estou de &lt;strong&gt;férias&lt;/strong&gt; e são tantas coisas que nem tenho tido muito tempo. &lt;em&gt;Mas não esqueci daqui não ,ein!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Logo logo estarei de volta e com muitas novidades!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-7265431418273286881?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/7265431418273286881/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=7265431418273286881' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/7265431418273286881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/7265431418273286881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/07/volto-logo.html' title='Volto logo!'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SmyuUdNhENI/AAAAAAAAAU8/F0j8zOvS1Rg/s72-c/Z1rtggtl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-4059919399778802428</id><published>2009-07-09T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T09:28:30.185-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Músicas'/><title type='text'>ASAS PARA VOAR .:. Mayara Lis ♪</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SlYYYQJhbJI/AAAAAAAAAU0/XPvplDrtT3M/s1600-h/MAYARA+LIS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356495611734617234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SlYYYQJhbJI/AAAAAAAAAU0/XPvplDrtT3M/s320/MAYARA+LIS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Queria a ajuda de vocês para &lt;em&gt;votarem&lt;/em&gt; na banda &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mayara Lis&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Revelação do pop rock nacional&lt;/param&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.8p.com.br/olhaminhabandadepoprock/mayaralis/perfil"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;OLHA MINHA BANDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://domingaodofaustao.globo.com/Domingao/Garagemdofaustao/0,,16989-p-V1041042,00.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;GARAGEM DO FAUSTÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É muito importante o seu voto!&lt;/em&gt; ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dessa maneira quero divulgar a banda e o trabalho de &lt;em&gt;Edinho Endo&lt;/em&gt;, uma pessoa maravilhosa que soube superar seus obstáculos e continuar a viver. &lt;em&gt;Um exemplo de lição de vida&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E além do mais, &lt;strong&gt;eles arrasam no som&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Obrigada pela atenção! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;P.S. Não consegui postar o video, mas para aqueles que quiserem ver tem nos sites acima!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-4059919399778802428?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/4059919399778802428/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=4059919399778802428' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/4059919399778802428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/4059919399778802428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/07/asas-para-voar-mayara-lis.html' title='ASAS PARA VOAR .:. Mayara Lis ♪'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SlYYYQJhbJI/AAAAAAAAAU0/XPvplDrtT3M/s72-c/MAYARA+LIS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-1340275687905639430</id><published>2009-07-04T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T09:19:31.672-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Selos'/><title type='text'>Homenagem da Mariane ♥ Compartilhando Leituras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/Sk9-5Ph53eI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eLTSk4uLGpg/s1600-h/agradecimento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354638003853188578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/Sk9-5Ph53eI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eLTSk4uLGpg/s200/agradecimento.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; Obrigada Mariane pelo singelo gesto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A amizade é como uma onda na praia, vai e vem, mas deixa marcas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A cada dia que passa sinto-me cada vez mais especial, por poder compartilhar os meus sentimentos com pessoas maravilhosas e também por conhecer amigos encantadores!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-1340275687905639430?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/1340275687905639430/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=1340275687905639430' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/1340275687905639430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/1340275687905639430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/07/homenagem-da-mariane-compartilhando.html' title='Homenagem da Mariane ♥ Compartilhando Leituras'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/Sk9-5Ph53eI/AAAAAAAAAUs/eLTSk4uLGpg/s72-c/agradecimento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-8591969862414235668</id><published>2009-07-02T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T18:06:12.010-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frases'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://aredenarede.com/web/images/stories/eu-queria-ser-amor-geisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://aredenarede.com/web/images/stories/eu-queria-ser-amor-geisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;“Cada qual sabe amar a seu modo; o modo, pouco importa; o essencial é que saiba amar.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Machado de Assis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-8591969862414235668?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/8591969862414235668/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=8591969862414235668' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/8591969862414235668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/8591969862414235668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/07/cada-qual-sabe-amar-seu-modo-o-modo.html' title=''/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-4300312068192292310</id><published>2009-06-24T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T17:34:36.118-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias'/><title type='text'>Feridas .:. Thiago Clauter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desejava viver mais emoções&lt;br /&gt;amar o que ainda não amei&lt;br /&gt;sentir o que ainda não senti&lt;br /&gt;sufocar dores que cuidei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;restauraria os sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;tentando apurar as conquistas&lt;br /&gt;acarinhar as cicatrizes&lt;br /&gt;e feridas jamais vistas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazer curar essa minha angustia&lt;br /&gt;minha aflição&lt;br /&gt;amenizar meus sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;e o aperto que sinto no coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lamento , não tenho esse sentimento&lt;br /&gt;nunca tive&lt;br /&gt;caso exista energia negativa&lt;br /&gt;que pairando mantive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algumas lembranças&lt;br /&gt;ficavam feito tornados&lt;br /&gt;num grande redemoinho&lt;br /&gt;de arrependimentos guardados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca cheguei a um fim&lt;br /&gt;Procurando por recordações&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lembro-me de covardias&lt;br /&gt;que ocuparam espaço das emoções&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;Dessa vez estou aqui para divulgar a poesia que meu amigo Thiago fez na escola. Como a professora disse... ele é um poeta ultrarromantico moderno. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-4300312068192292310?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/4300312068192292310/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=4300312068192292310' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/4300312068192292310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/4300312068192292310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/06/feridas-thiago-clauter.html' title='Feridas .:. Thiago Clauter'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-4707662353137736783</id><published>2009-06-24T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T17:29:12.493-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias'/><title type='text'>Mulher ao espelho .:. Cecília Meireles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lexmoreno.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/grav_mulher_olhando_espelho_e_vultom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px" alt="" src="http://lexmoreno.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/grav_mulher_olhando_espelho_e_vultom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Mulher ao espelho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje que seja esta ou aquela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pouco me importa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero apenas parecer bela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pois, seja qual for, estou morta.&lt;br /&gt;Já fui loura, já fui morena,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;já fui Margarida e Beatriz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Já fui Maria e Madalena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só não pude ser como quis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Que mal faz, esta cor fingida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;do meu cabelo, e do meu rosto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;se tudo é tinta: o mundo, a vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;o contentamento, o desgosto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Por fora, serei como queira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a moda, que me vai matando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Que me levem pele e caveira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ao nada, não me importa quando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas quem viu, tão dilacerados,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;olhos, braços e sonhos seus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e morreu pelos seus pecados,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;falará com Deus.&lt;br /&gt;Falará, coberta de luzes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;do alto penteado ao rubro artelho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Porque uns expiram sobre cruzes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;outros, buscando-se no espelho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- O tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;Esse poema traz bastantes significados para mim. Eu li ele no Sarau que teve na sala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-4707662353137736783?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/4707662353137736783/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=4707662353137736783' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/4707662353137736783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/4707662353137736783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/06/mulher-ao-espelho-cecilia-meireles.html' title='Mulher ao espelho .:. Cecília Meireles'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-707516176170888014</id><published>2009-06-21T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T10:37:57.877-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Músicas'/><title type='text'>21° Expojac - Nx Zero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://f.i.uol.com.br/folha/ilustrada/images/07296161.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 378px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px" alt="" src="http://f.i.uol.com.br/folha/ilustrada/images/07296161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Nx Zero! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;É...&lt;/em&gt; Ontem eles tocaram na &lt;strong&gt;21°Expojac&lt;/strong&gt;, realizada na cidade de &lt;strong&gt;Jacupiranga, SP&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei lá por volta das 22:00 e peguei um lugar perto do palco, foi ótimo isso.&lt;br /&gt; O show que deveria iniciar às 23:30, só começo meia noite, o que deixou os fãs com mais expectativas.&lt;br /&gt;Eles começaram tocando &lt;strong&gt;Além de mim&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não olhe para mim, fingindo não saber, quem realmente sou(...)Eu te fiz feliz? Fiz Feliz? Todo esse tempo que esteve aqui ... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;e terminaram com &lt;strong&gt;Razões e Emoções &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Entre razões e emoções a saída. É fazer, valer a pena.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Até daqui uns dias vou ficar com a recordação deles, um &lt;em&gt;belo galo&lt;/em&gt; na testa ocasionada por um baqueta do Dani. Que lindo! Aa sem contar uns &lt;em&gt;roxinhos no pulso&lt;/em&gt; por causa do povão que puxavam a baqueta e o meu pulso. O.o  E drooga não peguei a baqueta ¬¬. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;-&gt; O Dani mostrou o bum bum no final do show! °-°&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-707516176170888014?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/707516176170888014/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=707516176170888014' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/707516176170888014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/707516176170888014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/06/21-expojac-nx-zero.html' title='21° Expojac - Nx Zero'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-6920467652477151776</id><published>2009-06-21T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T10:46:44.115-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Selos'/><title type='text'>Selo: A dona desse blog é uma fofa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/Sj5dB5zl72I/AAAAAAAAAUE/8OjoQZi274Q/s1600-h/fofa%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349815694641196898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/Sj5dB5zl72I/AAAAAAAAAUE/8OjoQZi274Q/s320/fofa%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Regras:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Linkar quem indicou: &lt;a href="http://shadows-gate.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shadow's Gate&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Postar o selo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Avisar 5 amigas e passar o selo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Responder essas perguntinhas:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mania:&lt;/strong&gt; Tremer a perna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pecado Capital:&lt;/strong&gt; Preguiça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melhor cheiro do mundo:&lt;/strong&gt; Rosas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se dinheiro não fosse problema eu faria: &lt;/strong&gt;viagens pelo mundo todo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Casos de infância:&lt;/strong&gt; Corria para não tocarem a minha fralda &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;( Todo mundo lembra disso ainda... )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Habilidade como dona de casa:&lt;/strong&gt; Limpar meu quarto, cuidar do meu irmão e fazer bolos. Não tenho muita habilidade com serviços domésticos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que não gosta de fazer em casa:&lt;/strong&gt; Tecnicamente quase tudo, mas tento me esforçar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frase:&lt;/strong&gt; "Os homens cultivam cinco mil rosas num mesmo jardim e não encontram o que procuram. E, no entanto, o que eles buscam poderia ser achado numa só rosa. " Antoine de Saint- Exupéry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Passeio para o corpo:&lt;/strong&gt; Dormir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Passeio para a alma:&lt;/strong&gt; Meditar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que me irrita:&lt;/strong&gt; Falsidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frase ou palavra que fala muito:&lt;/strong&gt; Hiyan! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;( O nome do meu irmãozinho... )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Palavrão mais usado:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;* Parei de falar palavrão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desce do salto e sobe o morro quando: &lt;/strong&gt;As coisas não estão em ordem como deveriam estar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perfume que usa no momento: &lt;/strong&gt;Rosas Vermelhas da Natura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elogio favorito:&lt;/strong&gt; Você é linda. *.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talento oculto:&lt;/strong&gt; Entender os meus amigos quando eles precisam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não importa que seja moda, não usaria nem no meu enterro:&lt;/strong&gt; Roupa de couro ( Não sei se está na moda, mas não usaria não. )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queria ter nascido sabendo:&lt;/strong&gt; Tocar piano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Blogs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://monologodosilencio.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;"Sonho perdido!"&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://compartilhandoleituras.blogspot.com/"&gt;Compartilhando leituras&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://requiemdosol.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://kellhirakawa.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Pra fugir do abadono...E o futuro poder encontrar.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://nossosromances.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Nossos Romances&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://tudoumahoraacaba.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;tudO uma hOra acaba!!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-6920467652477151776?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/6920467652477151776/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=6920467652477151776' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/6920467652477151776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/6920467652477151776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/06/selo-dona-desse-blog-e-uma-fofa.html' title='Selo: A dona desse blog é uma fofa'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/Sj5dB5zl72I/AAAAAAAAAUE/8OjoQZi274Q/s72-c/fofa%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-8648073827129466483</id><published>2009-06-19T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T21:05:57.214-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assuntos que eu sei...'/><title type='text'>Olimpiada Paulista de Física</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Prezados Senhores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Infelizmente devido a problemas tecnicos no site da OPF, as provas inicialmente acessiveis somente para as sedes ficaram acessivel para o publico em geral. Por esse motivo as provas do dia 20 de Junho foram canceladas e transferidas para uma data a ser determinada brevemente.Esperamos contar com compreensao de todos. Tomamos esse decisao no intuito de preservar a credibilidade e idoneiadade da Olimpiada Paulista de Fisica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Atenciosamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Prof. Marim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Coordenador da OPF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SjxeFWfReZI/AAAAAAAAAT8/U6LlPyMC-J8/s1600-h/cartaz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349253903438412178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SjxeFWfReZI/AAAAAAAAAT8/U6LlPyMC-J8/s320/cartaz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;OPF - Olimpíada Paulista Física &lt;/strong&gt;- é um programa da APROFI - Associação Paulista dos Professores de Física - e tem por objetivos: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Estimular o aprendizado em física; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Despertar o interesse do jovem para a ciência; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Incentivar o desafio do conhecimento; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Valorizar o profissional da área; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Identificar estudantes em potencial; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Revelar talentos na pesquisa científica e tecnológica; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Produzir gênios. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;OPF&lt;/strong&gt; transformou-se em um dos maiores eventos Acadêmicos Educacionais na área de Física, na preparação e evolução do estudante, promovendo a seleção e a competição dos melhores, na obtenção de vagas nas mais diversas universidades do país.&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;OPF &lt;/strong&gt;destaca-se com brilhantismo, como um importante &lt;em&gt;“Programa Educacional Anual”,&lt;/em&gt; premiando os melhores alunos do ensino médio e fundamental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;Eu estava ansiosa por essa prova, tinha criado até uma música com todas as fórmulas para poder lembrar depois e agora fazem isso. Agora é só esperar para nova data e torcer para que não vaze de novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-8648073827129466483?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/8648073827129466483/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=8648073827129466483' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/8648073827129466483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/8648073827129466483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/06/olimpiada-paulista-de-fisica.html' title='Olimpiada Paulista de Física'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SjxeFWfReZI/AAAAAAAAAT8/U6LlPyMC-J8/s72-c/cartaz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-7369395680327851945</id><published>2009-06-19T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T09:12:10.562-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Selos'/><title type='text'>Selinho : CuPcAkE aNd RoCk'RoLL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/Sju2aiVkkKI/AAAAAAAAATs/1leoxJPsh7o/s1600-h/anigif.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349069549442732194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/Sju2aiVkkKI/AAAAAAAAATs/1leoxJPsh7o/s320/anigif.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Obrigada Evelyn do &lt;a href="http://cupcakerock.blogspot.com/"&gt;CuPcAkE aNd RoCk'RoLL&lt;/a&gt;, pelo selinho. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Eu me mataria de tanto rir se minha vida fosse filmada, já passei por cada uma! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Regras:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; Divulgue o link do &lt;a href="http://cupcakerock.blogspot.com/"&gt;CuPcAkE aNd RoCk'RoLL&lt;/a&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; Diga o seu doce predileto;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; Diga sua música predileta;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; Indique o selo para 4 seguidores do seu blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://cupcakerock.blogspot.com/"&gt;CuPcAkE aNd RoCk'RoLL&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;( Vale a pena dar uma olhadinha! A minha mãe adora as receitas que tem lá e eu adoro provar =D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sonho com recheio de doce de leite ( Adorooo ;) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Atualmente ouço bastante &lt;em&gt;From Yesterday do 30 Seconds To Mars&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://compartilhandoleituras.blogspot.com/"&gt;Compartilhando leituras&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://tudoumahoraacaba.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;tudO uma hOra acaba!!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://mylifeafuck.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;~○ LéoO ○~&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://kellhirakawa.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Pra fugir do abadono...E o futuro poder encontrar.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-7369395680327851945?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/7369395680327851945/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=7369395680327851945' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/7369395680327851945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/7369395680327851945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/06/selinho-cupcake-and-rockroll.html' title='Selinho : CuPcAkE aNd RoCk&apos;RoLL'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/Sju2aiVkkKI/AAAAAAAAATs/1leoxJPsh7o/s72-c/anigif.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-8842652400229164556</id><published>2009-06-14T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T10:55:22.580-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Selos'/><title type='text'>Selo : O teu blog merece ser filmado!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SjUqrJ_LFxI/AAAAAAAAAS0/NUHl1o6_-ZU/s1600-h/selo_gui.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347227053475960594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SjUqrJ_LFxI/AAAAAAAAAS0/NUHl1o6_-ZU/s320/selo_gui.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Obrigada Fernanda do &lt;a href="http://coisas-da-fernanda.blogspot.com/"&gt;Coisas Minhas&lt;/a&gt; por esse selinho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As regras:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; Escolher cinco situações da vida para passar em câmera lenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; Escolher 12 blogs para o desafio, e avisá-los.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Balneário Camboriú&lt;/strong&gt;, viagem de formatura da 8ª série. Foram os três dias mais perfeitos com os meu amigos! A brisa do mar, o dia de Sol, a escuna, o Whiskadão, Luís do Paraguai, Beto Carrero, quarto 411, a varanda ... Inesquecível! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Meu aniversário de 15 anos&lt;/strong&gt;. A Festa do Hawaii. Com fogos, frutas, homenagens, músicas, flores, amigos, família ... Queria que a festa tivesse durado dias e não só uma noite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; A Escola&lt;/strong&gt;. Os anos na escola sempre trazem boas recordações, por isso, eu quero que o tempo passe lento, pois assim posso aproveitar mais os amigos, os professores, os ensinamentos, as excursões, as conversas paralelas ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Infância.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Não me preocupava com nada&lt;/em&gt; ... tinha dias que eu era um Power Ranger, criava teorias sobre dinossauros, tentava criar um pokémon, enfim, deixava a minha imaginação fluir ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Momentos com a família&lt;/strong&gt; ... principalmente, o último almoço com &lt;em&gt;vovô Palito&lt;/em&gt;. Sinto saudades dele! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;São muito os momentos que queria que passassem em câmera lenta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Blogs :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://alvarooliveira-poesia.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;alvaro oliveira - poesia&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://atorremagica.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;A Torre Mágica&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://monologodosilencio.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;"Sonho perdido!"&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://lapsosdesonhos.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Coisas do meu âmago&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://mylifeafuck.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;~○ LéoO ○~&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://espiritodameia-noite.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Espirito da meia-noite!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://tudoumahoraacaba.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;tudO uma hOra acaba!!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://mundinhocookie.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;.¸¸.•´¯`Cookie- um mundinho sem fim&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://bonitasybacanas.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Bonitas e bacanas&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://trintalivros.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Trinta Livros, um Ano&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Deixo os dois últimos para quem quiser. Ok? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Todos são merecedores de prêmios, independente de que que seus blogues estejam aqui ou não.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-8842652400229164556?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/8842652400229164556/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=8842652400229164556' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/8842652400229164556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/8842652400229164556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/06/selo-o-teu-blog-merece-ser-filmado.html' title='Selo : O teu blog merece ser filmado!'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SjUqrJ_LFxI/AAAAAAAAAS0/NUHl1o6_-ZU/s72-c/selo_gui.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-573806131169565648</id><published>2009-06-13T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T18:41:02.472-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Selos'/><title type='text'>Prêmio Blog Dourado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SjQYhkstEqI/AAAAAAAAASk/rJky5q5yArc/s1600-h/premioblogdorado-_dona_poesia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346925622661550754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SjQYhkstEqI/AAAAAAAAASk/rJky5q5yArc/s200/premioblogdorado-_dona_poesia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; A&lt;/strong&gt;gradeço a Gilvânia C. Duarte, que possui um blog realmente fascinante, o &lt;a href="http://monologodosilencio.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sonho Perdido&lt;/a&gt;, por essa honra. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Este selo:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"É um prêmio que homenageia os melhores blogs e tem sua simbologia nas cores que utiliza.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;A cor &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;azul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; representa paz, profundidade e imensidão.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;A cor &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dourada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a sabedoria, a riqueza e a claridade das idéias.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;em&gt;O prêmio em si representa a união entre os blogueiros."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As regras:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exibir o prêmio e o link de quem o premiou.&lt;br /&gt;Premiar até outros 15 blogs, avisando seus respectivos responsáveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os premiados:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mylifeisafuck.blogspot.com/"&gt;~° Léo °~ &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tudoumahoraacaba.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tudo uma hora acaba&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lapsosdesonhos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Coisas do meu âmago&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://alvarooliveira-poesia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Álvaro Oliveira Poesias&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://atorremagica.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Torre Mágica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Todos são merecedores de prêmios, independente de que que seus blogues estejam aqui ou não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-573806131169565648?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/573806131169565648/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=573806131169565648' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/573806131169565648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/573806131169565648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/06/premio-blog-dourado.html' title='Prêmio Blog Dourado'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SjQYhkstEqI/AAAAAAAAASk/rJky5q5yArc/s72-c/premioblogdorado-_dona_poesia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-5568723042234636483</id><published>2009-06-11T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T20:19:38.459-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Otanjoubi Omedetou L.I.! Dois anos de Blogue!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SjHHrXUbBpI/AAAAAAAAAR8/VcJwJEoQ_oU/s1600-h/aniversario005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346273780473464466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SjHHrXUbBpI/AAAAAAAAAR8/VcJwJEoQ_oU/s200/aniversario005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Lágrimas Imperfeitas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; completa &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;dois anos&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E nessa data agradeço a todos os &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;amigos&lt;/span&gt; que acompanham e fazem do blogue um cantinho &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;especial&lt;/span&gt;. Obrigada, sinceramente, pelo&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; carinho&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FELIZ ANIVERSÁRIO!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-5568723042234636483?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/5568723042234636483/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=5568723042234636483' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/5568723042234636483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/5568723042234636483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/06/otanjoubi-omedetou-li-dois-anos-de.html' title='Otanjoubi Omedetou L.I.! Dois anos de Blogue!'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SjHHrXUbBpI/AAAAAAAAAR8/VcJwJEoQ_oU/s72-c/aniversario005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-3130790956620889580</id><published>2009-06-11T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T20:11:05.465-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frases'/><title type='text'>Dia dos Namorados sz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5GTmInHdeE/SLSzrq8BjbI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/vUpr5EatI30/s400/o+amor+e+seu+tempo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5GTmInHdeE/SLSzrq8BjbI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/vUpr5EatI30/s400/o+amor+e+seu+tempo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;"O tempo é lento demais para os que esperam... rápido demais para os que temem... longo demais para os que sofrem... curto demais para os que celebram... mas para &lt;strong&gt;os que amam&lt;/strong&gt;, o &lt;strong&gt;tempo é eterno&lt;/strong&gt;. "  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Henry Van Dyke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desejo a todos os amantes, um feliz dia dos namorados!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-3130790956620889580?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/3130790956620889580/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=3130790956620889580' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/3130790956620889580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/3130790956620889580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/06/dia-dos-namorados-sz.html' title='Dia dos Namorados sz'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K5GTmInHdeE/SLSzrq8BjbI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/vUpr5EatI30/s72-c/o+amor+e+seu+tempo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-485762557368935628</id><published>2009-06-11T19:37:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T20:26:44.448-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias'/><title type='text'>Se (...) Por que?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.fotodependente.com/data/media/12/Rosa_Vermelha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" alt="" src="http://www.fotodependente.com/data/media/12/Rosa_Vermelha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Se tem que ir embora&lt;br /&gt;Por que ainda está aqui?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Se ouve meu silêncio agora,&lt;br /&gt;ao invés de desistir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Se dizia que me amava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Por que então chora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se teve a oportunidade,&lt;br /&gt;e agora assim demora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Se eu era a sua rosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Por que transformou-se no meu espinho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se dizia em muita prosa,&lt;br /&gt;as ilusões do seu carinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Se na verdade se importava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Por que quis me abandonar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se antes lamentava&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E agora diz amar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;Escrito por: Tayuri Matsumi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-485762557368935628?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/485762557368935628/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=485762557368935628' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/485762557368935628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/485762557368935628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/06/se-por-que.html' title='Se (...) Por que?'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-6809037698581789046</id><published>2009-06-11T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T19:23:22.104-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Histórias'/><title type='text'>Conto: A loja de CDs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SjG3uR4YlwI/AAAAAAAAARs/ooF0MGfGKYs/s1600-h/cor1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Era uma vez um garoto que nasceu com uma doença que não tinha cura. Tinha 17 anos e podia morrer a qualquer momento. Sempre viveu na casa de seus pais, sob o cuidado constante de sua mãe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Um dia decidiu sair sozinho e, com a permissão da mãe, caminhou pela sua quadra, olhando as vitrines e as pessoas que passavam. Ao passar por uma loja de discos, notou a presença de uma garota, mais ou menos da sua idade, que parecia ser feita de ternura e beleza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foi amor à primeira vista. Abriu a porta e entrou, sem olhar para mais nada que não a sua amada. Aproximando-se timidamente, chegou ao balcão onde ela estava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Quando o viu, ela deu-lhe um sorriso e perguntou se podia ajudá-lo em alguma coisa. Era o sorriso mais lindo que ele já havia visto, e a emoção foi tão forte que ele mal conseguiu dizer que queria comprar um CD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Pegou o primeiro que encontrou, sem nem olhar de quem era, e disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt; - Esse aqui... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;- Quer que embrulhe para presente - perguntou a garota, sorrindo ainda mais... Ele balançou a cabeça para dizer que sim e disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;- É para mim mesmo mas eu gostaria que você embrulhasse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Ela saiu do balcão e voltou, pouco depois, com o CD muito bem embalado. Ele pegou o pacote e saiu, louco de vontade de ficar por alí, admirando aquela figura divina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Daquele dia em diante, todos as tardes voltava à loja de discos e comprava um CD qualquer. Todas as vezes a garota deixava o balcão e voltava com um embrulho cada vez mais bem feito, que ele guardava em sua gaveta, sem sequer abrir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Ele estava apaixonado, mas tinha medo da reação dela, e assim, por mais que ela sempre o recebesse com um sorriso doce, não tinha coragem para convidá-la para sair e conversar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Comentou sobre isso com sua mãe e ela o incentivou, muito, a chamá-la para sair. Um dia, ele se encheu de coragem e foi para a loja. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Como todos os dias comprou outro CD e, como sempre, ela foi embrulhá-lo. Quando ela não estava vendo, escondeu um papel com seu nome e telefone no balcão e saiu da loja correndo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Alguns dias depois o telefone tocou e a mãe do jovem atendeu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Era a garota perguntando por ele. A mãe, desconsolada, nem perguntou quem era, começou a soluçar e disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;- Então, você não sabe. Faleceu ontem. Passado alguns dias mais, a mãe entrou no quarto do filho, para olhar suas roupas e ficou muito surpresa com a quantidade de CDs, todos embrulhados e guardados em sua gaveta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Ficou curiosa e decidiu abrir um deles. Ao fazê-lo, viu cair um pequeno pedaço de papel, onde estava escrito:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;- Você é muito simpático, não quer me convidar para sair.Eu adoraria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Emocionada, a mãe abriu outro CD e dele também caiu um papel que dizia o mesmo, e assim todos quantos ela abriu traziam uma mensagem de carinho e a esperança de conhecer aquele rapaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;Assim é a vida: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Não espere demais para dizer a alguém especial aquilo que você sente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;Ainda dá tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-6809037698581789046?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/6809037698581789046/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=6809037698581789046' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/6809037698581789046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/6809037698581789046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/06/conto-loja-de-cds.html' title='Conto: A loja de CDs'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-8948654010058735558</id><published>2009-06-07T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T18:56:44.625-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Selos'/><title type='text'>Prêmio Amizade e Fidelidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SixtpWEFCJI/AAAAAAAAARc/YskgDStZHG8/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344767414846687378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SixtpWEFCJI/AAAAAAAAARc/YskgDStZHG8/s320/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Mais uma vez agradeço a &lt;a href="http://alvarooliveira-poesia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Àlvaro Oliveira &lt;/a&gt;pelo prêmio Amizade e Fidelidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Amizade&lt;/strong&gt;, palavra que designa vários &lt;strong&gt;sentimentos&lt;/strong&gt;, que não pode ser trocada por meras coisas materiais. Deve ser guardada e conservada no &lt;strong&gt;coração&lt;/strong&gt;." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A amizade pode ser descrita de várias maneiras:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;Ter amigos é como fazer xixi nas calças, todo mundo vê, mas só a gente sente o verdadeiro calor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;Simplesmente, não resisti a  essa frase, que no mínimo é engraçada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-8948654010058735558?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/8948654010058735558/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=8948654010058735558' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/8948654010058735558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/8948654010058735558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/06/premio-amizade-e-fidelidade.html' title='Prêmio Amizade e Fidelidade'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SixtpWEFCJI/AAAAAAAAARc/YskgDStZHG8/s72-c/GetAttachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-2405847099689373568</id><published>2009-06-06T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T09:25:43.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tetris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SiqSAUunzHI/AAAAAAAAARM/GeCJs-w3Rt0/s1600-h/Tetris.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344244442090425458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SiqSAUunzHI/AAAAAAAAARM/GeCJs-w3Rt0/s320/Tetris.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tetris&lt;/strong&gt; é um famoso jogo eletrônico, criado pelo russo por &lt;em&gt;Alexey Pajitnov&lt;/em&gt; em junho de 1985. Seu nome é derivado do prefixo grego &lt;em&gt;“tetra”&lt;/em&gt; (pois cada uma de suas peças, chamadas de tetraminós, contém quatro segmentos), e &lt;em&gt;“tênis”,&lt;/em&gt; o esporte favorito de Alexey.&lt;br /&gt;O recorde com o maior jogo de tetris funcional do mundo foi criado em 1995, projetado em um prédio de 15 andares da Universidade Delft de Tecnologia.&lt;br /&gt;A grande fama do jogo ocorreu devido a uma versão dele para o &lt;strong&gt;Game Boy&lt;/strong&gt;, em 1989, que o tornou o &lt;em&gt;jogo mais popular do mundo&lt;/em&gt; na ocasião. Ele ganhou prêmios de revistas como o &lt;strong&gt;“melhor jogo de todos os tempos”&lt;/strong&gt; e chegou em segundo lugar em 2007 como um dos “100 Melhores Video Games de Todos os Tempos”, segundo o IGN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pesquisadores ingleses da Universidade de Oxford descobriram que jogar o clássico quebra-cabeça Tetris após experiências traumáticas &lt;em&gt;ajuda a reduzir as lembranças ruins&lt;/em&gt;. Aparentemente o jogo, que requer muita concentração e uso intensivo do cérebro, impede que ele (o cérebro) armazene informações ruins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;Aqui em casa sempre tem competições de Tetris na versão da Disney... na maioria das vezes mamãe sempre ganha. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-2405847099689373568?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/2405847099689373568/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=2405847099689373568' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/2405847099689373568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/2405847099689373568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/06/tetris.html' title='Tetris'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SiqSAUunzHI/AAAAAAAAARM/GeCJs-w3Rt0/s72-c/Tetris.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-6257365481912291264</id><published>2009-06-03T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T09:07:07.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vôo AF447</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6OL_OERFf0/Rp6DWMume_I/AAAAAAAAAMI/0-eZQelDMeI/s400/luto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6OL_OERFf0/Rp6DWMume_I/AAAAAAAAAMI/0-eZQelDMeI/s400/luto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jornalexpress.com.br/noticias/imagem.php?id_jornal=10923&amp;amp;id_noticia=1368"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;O Lágrimas Imperfeitas é solidária com todas as pessoas afetadas pelo acidente do vôo &lt;strong&gt;AF447&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-6257365481912291264?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/6257365481912291264/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=6257365481912291264' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/6257365481912291264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/6257365481912291264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/06/voo-af447.html' title='Vôo AF447'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6OL_OERFf0/Rp6DWMume_I/AAAAAAAAAMI/0-eZQelDMeI/s72-c/luto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-6849318639592760824</id><published>2009-05-31T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T15:01:00.370-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Músicas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>2° Registro Rock Fest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341376648565169394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SiBhwxVLHPI/AAAAAAAAAQY/3GXat4awJmo/s400/1243446918456_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;Das 15:00 a 00:00 - esse foi o tempo que fiquei na B2 Lounge onde estava acontecendo o 2° Registro Rock Fest. Apesar de não ter visto a última banda se apresentar, a maratona de Rock foi incrível e cansativa! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Abaixo as Bandas que participaram:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342035917593823762" style="WIDTH: 394px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 370px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SiK5XR2OyhI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/bms6HFrsIBI/s400/imagem.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Community.aspx?cmm=39325618"&gt;RETRACE - Registro -SP&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;Banda iniciante e que podem prosperar na carreira...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Community.aspx?cmm=76455437"&gt;THE REST - Registro -SP&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;The Beatles (?) Os cabelos dos integrantes lembram um pouco... mas o som não é parecido!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;Mistura de covers! Eles são bons!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/mygabdangels"&gt;MYGAB DANGELS - Registro -SP &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;Eles tocaram Decode - Paramore, &lt;em&gt;sem comentários&lt;/em&gt;! Sensacional!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;Eu ainda estou com a parte do &lt;strong&gt;Anything&lt;/strong&gt; do Yellowcard na cabeça...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;Escutem: &lt;em&gt;Atos sem pensar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Community.aspx?cmm=64525069"&gt;RURIG - Registro -SP&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;Não lembro direito que músicas tocaram... só lembro da bagunça no meio do salão... =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;E definitivamente o vocalista não se parecesse com o Pierre do Simple Plan ( viu Léo )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;Aa sem contar que o baterista rasgou a pele da caixa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.myspace.com/bandajunez"&gt;JUNEZ - Registro-SP &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;Outra banda incrível! ( Preciso aumentar meus adjetivos )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alguém que te faz sorrir... alguém que vai te abraçar... ( ou algo parecido que eles cantaram)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;Só sei que adoreii!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;Escutem: &lt;em&gt;De uma vez&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.myspace.com/rockdrive"&gt;DRIVE - RJ &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;A banda mais esperada! E eu não assisti! ='( ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Escutem : &lt;em&gt;Olhando para você&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/skorerock"&gt;SKORE - RJ&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Doideraa! &lt;em&gt;Vocês estão bêbados?! ( palavras do vocalista)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rock'n Roll na veia!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/bandacalvin"&gt;CALVIN - SC&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sem palavras... Estava descansando na hora deles. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/parachamas"&gt;PARACHAMAS - SC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Imagine, a combinação de um trombone de vara, trompete, saxofone, bateria,baixo e guitarra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Deu um novo ar ao Rock! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* &lt;a href="http://myspace.com/bandacheckmatte"&gt;CHECK MATTE - Campinas/SP&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;Simpáticos! E arrasam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Confiram! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SiL6efdxbtI/AAAAAAAAARE/E9V2KQ8Y1J8/s1600-h/Bandas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342107509764222674" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SiL6efdxbtI/AAAAAAAAARE/E9V2KQ8Y1J8/s400/Bandas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-6849318639592760824?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/6849318639592760824/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=6849318639592760824' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/6849318639592760824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/6849318639592760824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/05/2-registro-rock-fest.html' title='2° Registro Rock Fest'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SiBhwxVLHPI/AAAAAAAAAQY/3GXat4awJmo/s72-c/1243446918456_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-5689437675553531849</id><published>2009-05-29T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T15:45:42.238-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Histórias'/><title type='text'>Por que você gosta de ler?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3XV9E_TkP4/SEn4a50ikcI/AAAAAAAAAbc/to8_A6YtE64/s320/Almeida%2BJunior%2BLeitura%2B1892.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3XV9E_TkP4/SEn4a50ikcI/AAAAAAAAAbc/to8_A6YtE64/s320/Almeida%2BJunior%2BLeitura%2B1892.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Se eu fosse a garota da imagem e me fizessem essa pergunta, responderia o seguinte ( considerando o ambiente e a época )...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Esse texto faz parte da minha lição de casa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;er é voar por esses montes e poder sentir cada palavra, cada paragrafo como se já fizessem parte da minha alma. É saber que existem outros sentidos longe daqui, é vivenciar os romances, as aventuras, como se eu mesma as tivesse feito. Ler é uma imensidão de sentimentos e emoções. Por que eu gosto de ler?... Ah, lendo posso descobrir a mim mesma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Por que você gosta de ler?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-5689437675553531849?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/5689437675553531849/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=5689437675553531849' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/5689437675553531849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/5689437675553531849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/05/por-que-voce-gosta-de-ler.html' title='Por que você gosta de ler?'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a3XV9E_TkP4/SEn4a50ikcI/AAAAAAAAAbc/to8_A6YtE64/s72-c/Almeida%2BJunior%2BLeitura%2B1892.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-5551945748153271373</id><published>2009-05-28T12:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T12:54:28.913-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Selos'/><title type='text'>Prêmio Prestigío</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/Sh7qxHuflhI/AAAAAAAAAQA/MR3HyH4QcvY/s1600-h/Pr%C3%AAmio+Prestigio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340964337716532754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/Sh7qxHuflhI/AAAAAAAAAQA/MR3HyH4QcvY/s320/Pr%C3%AAmio+Prestigio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Olá! Primeiramente gostaria de agradecer &lt;a href="http://alvarooliveira-poesia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Álvaro Oliveira&lt;/a&gt; por ter me dado a honra de receber um prêmio de tanta magnitude! Prêmio este que é destinado para distinguir o elevado valor poético... Agradeço de &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, as minhas poesias são uma gota de água perto do seu oceano!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"Poesias são sentimentos que surgem de dentro da alma."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-5551945748153271373?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/5551945748153271373/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=5551945748153271373' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/5551945748153271373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/5551945748153271373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/05/premio-prestigio.html' title='Prêmio Prestigío'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/Sh7qxHuflhI/AAAAAAAAAQA/MR3HyH4QcvY/s72-c/Pr%C3%AAmio+Prestigio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-8091649248526262197</id><published>2009-05-27T14:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T15:18:14.631-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assuntos que eu sei...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Músicas'/><title type='text'>Exército de Cristo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/Sh272Uz9D7I/AAAAAAAAAPw/BXJLW_Tq1pk/s1600-h/Exercito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340631275105226674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/Sh272Uz9D7I/AAAAAAAAAPw/BXJLW_Tq1pk/s320/Exercito.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A garota do lado direito ( a última ), sou eu! É.. eu mesma... e no teclado!&lt;br /&gt;Essa foto foi tirado no 2° Festival de Música Gospel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Foi incrível, senti um frio na barriga inexplicável!&lt;br /&gt;Tocamos Faz Chover! Foi realmente incrível!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;( Palavras minhas )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Integrantes da Banda Exército de Cristo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocal e violão:&lt;/strong&gt; Paulo Thomas / &lt;strong&gt;Vocal:&lt;/strong&gt; Rackel Hirakawa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back Vocal:&lt;/strong&gt; Robson / &lt;strong&gt;Violão:&lt;/strong&gt;Guilherme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baixo:&lt;/strong&gt; Vitor / &lt;strong&gt;Guitarra:&lt;/strong&gt; Jeferson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bateria:&lt;/strong&gt; Diego / &lt;strong&gt;Teclado Solo:&lt;/strong&gt; Natália&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teclado Base:&lt;/strong&gt; Tayuri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Exército mesmo! Essa banda faz parte da Igreja Católica daqui da minha cidade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-8091649248526262197?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/8091649248526262197/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=8091649248526262197' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/8091649248526262197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/8091649248526262197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/05/exercito-de-cristo.html' title='Exército de Cristo'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/Sh272Uz9D7I/AAAAAAAAAPw/BXJLW_Tq1pk/s72-c/Exercito.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-6560101717224728974</id><published>2009-05-27T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T14:50:07.966-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assuntos que eu sei...'/><title type='text'>Final da Liga dos Campeões da UEFA 08/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/Sh2Emsog1tI/AAAAAAAAAPg/kAIYBNfd8To/s1600-h/Futebol.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340570533482256082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/Sh2Emsog1tI/AAAAAAAAAPg/kAIYBNfd8To/s320/Futebol.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/Sh2EEwVlMmI/AAAAAAAAAPY/wgIyXV16heM/s1600-h/Futebol.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;Liga dos Campeões da UEFA 2008-2009&lt;/strong&gt; é a 17ª edição da principal competição de clubes da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Europa" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Europa"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Europa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; desde que foi reestruturada em 1992, e a 54ª edição da história.&lt;br /&gt;A final será jogada no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Stadio Olimpico" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stadio_Olimpico"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Stadio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Olimpico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Roma" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roma"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Roma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="27 de Maio" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/27_de_Maio"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;27 de Maio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="2009" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/2009"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Será a oitava vez que a final será realizada em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Itália" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/It%C3%A1lia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Itália&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; e a quarta vez que se realizada no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Stadio Olimpico" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stadio_Olimpico"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Stadio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Olimpico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Final&lt;/strong&gt;: Barcelona X Manchester United &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Estatísticas&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36%&lt;/strong&gt;Barcelona&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34%&lt;/strong&gt; Manchester &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;United&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30%&lt;/strong&gt; Empate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um assunto que eu sei... FUTEBOL!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Queria que na final estivesse o Arsenal... :'( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fonte: Tio &lt;strong&gt;Google&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;P.S&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;É meu povo, as estatísticas estavam certas.... vejam:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://globoesporte.globo.com/Esportes/Noticias/Futebol/liga_dos_campeoes/0,,MUL1169783-9849,00-MESSI+POE+CRISTIANO+RONALDO+NO+BOLSO+E+BARCELONA+LEVA+O+TITULO+DA+CHAMPIONS.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Messi põe Cristiano Ronaldo no bolso, e Barcelona leva o título da Champions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Argentino faz, de cabeça, o segundo gol nos 2 a 0 do Barça sobre o Manchester. Time catalão é pela terceira vez campeão europeu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-6560101717224728974?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/6560101717224728974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=6560101717224728974' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/6560101717224728974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/6560101717224728974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/05/final-da-liga-dos-campeoes-da-uefa-0809.html' title='Final da Liga dos Campeões da UEFA 08/09'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/Sh2Emsog1tI/AAAAAAAAAPg/kAIYBNfd8To/s72-c/Futebol.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-9195143373969205480</id><published>2009-05-25T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T16:57:11.841-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias'/><title type='text'>Cores</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://passodotempo.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/cores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 362px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://passodotempo.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/cores.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meu &lt;em&gt;mundo&lt;/em&gt; não é só &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;preto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;branco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meu &lt;em&gt;mundo&lt;/em&gt; é feito de &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"(...)Sentimentos que são mantido com desejos criarão cores algum dia (...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(...) Porque &lt;strong&gt;Cores&lt;/strong&gt; nascem dentro de qualquer um e é tudo inevitável (...)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Trecho de Colors  of the Heart  - Uverworld&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-9195143373969205480?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/9195143373969205480/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=9195143373969205480' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/9195143373969205480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/9195143373969205480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/05/escolhas.html' title='Cores'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-625112423156152296</id><published>2009-05-24T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:12:52.257-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Músicas'/><title type='text'>The All-American Rejects</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3214/2949174622_c4d1f73cfe.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3214/2949174622_c4d1f73cfe.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When the world comes down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1. I Wanna/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2. Fallin' Apart/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3. Damn Girl/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;4. Gives You Hell/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;5. Mona Lisa/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;6. Breakin'/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;7. Another Heart Calls/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;8. Real World/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;9. Back to Me/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;10. Believe/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;11. The Wind Blows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;The All-American Rejects&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;começou sua carreira no final da década de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1990" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1990"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;90&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;, tocando pela primeira vez numa Escola de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Stillwater" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stillwater"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Stillwater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Oklahoma" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oklahoma"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Oklahoma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;. Composta por: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Tyson Ritter" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tyson_Ritter"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Tyson Ritter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Vocal" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vocal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Vocal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Baixo" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baixo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Baixo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Nick Wheeler" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nick_Wheeler"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Nick Wheeler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Guitarra" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guitarra"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Guitarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Teclado" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teclado"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Teclado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Vocal de apoio" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vocal_de_apoio"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Vocal de Apoio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;) ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Mike Kennerty" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mike_Kennerty"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Mike Kennerty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Guitarra" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guitarra"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Guitarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Chris Gaylor (página não existe)" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Chris_Gaylor&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Chris Gaylor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Bateria (instrumento musical)" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bateria_(instrumento_musical)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Bateria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;) , são uma banda norte-americana de rock/power pop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Essa noite eu vejo que é apenas outra noite sem você&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que eu não consigo dormir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu desisto de tudo, por você&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me escute dizer, não me deixe de lado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não tem mais jeito&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu preciso te abraçar de algum jeito&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo o que eu quero é te tocar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trecho de I Wanna ( Eu quero )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Recomendo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-625112423156152296?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/625112423156152296/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=625112423156152296' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/625112423156152296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/625112423156152296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-american-rejects.html' title='The All-American Rejects'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-365508657157831574</id><published>2009-05-22T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T18:14:57.977-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias'/><title type='text'>Meu olhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meu olhar se esconde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://evandrojrs.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/olhar1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" alt="" src="http://evandrojrs.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/olhar1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meu olhar é frio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meu olhar apaixonado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meu olhar vazio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meu olhar te guia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meu olhar chora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meu olhar sentia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meu olhar ignora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meu olhar te quer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meu olhar procura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meu olhar promete&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meu olhar é loucura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meu olhar é distante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meu olhar é meu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meu olhar triunfante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meu olhar é seu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;Baseado em meus olhares, que ontem esteve frio o suficiente para que Davi , meu amigo, não conseguisse olhar para eles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-365508657157831574?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/365508657157831574/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=365508657157831574' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/365508657157831574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/365508657157831574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/05/meu-olhar.html' title='Meu olhar'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-5549834370564687948</id><published>2009-05-21T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T15:41:06.354-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frases'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2330/2416100250_aa478b3496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2330/2416100250_aa478b3496.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;vida&lt;/strong&gt; é uma peça de teatro que não permite ensaios. Por isso, &lt;strong&gt;cante&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;chore, dance, ria&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;viva intensamente&lt;/strong&gt;, antes que a cortina se feche e a peça termine sem aplausos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Charles Chaplin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-5549834370564687948?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/5549834370564687948/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=5549834370564687948' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/5549834370564687948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/5549834370564687948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/05/vida-e-uma-peca-de-teatro-que-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2330/2416100250_aa478b3496_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-8720785932621594557</id><published>2009-05-18T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T16:13:34.910-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Histórias'/><title type='text'>Se eu encontrasse o gênio da lâmpada...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/ShHrc2puckI/AAAAAAAAANQ/2vFO9arV1nY/s1600-h/ceu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337305914350137922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/ShHrc2puckI/AAAAAAAAANQ/2vFO9arV1nY/s320/ceu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se eu encontrasse o gênio da lâmpada, eu pediria a ele para ser o &lt;strong&gt;céu&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O céu, aqueles que todos veem pela manhã e por vezes contemplam a noite. O céu, companheiro do Sol e amigo das estrelas. O céu da imensidão azul e das junções de cores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dormiria noite, acordaria dia. E nesse intermédio seria o &lt;em&gt;crepúsculo&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seria o manto que cobre o mundo. O mesmo manto que de um lado estaria escuro e do outro claro. O manto que possui mistérios, belezas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em meus momentos de alegrias seria capaz de criar uma &lt;em&gt;aurora boreal&lt;/em&gt;, em momentos de irritação ficaria negra atraindo nuvens cheias de raios, em momentos de depressão ficaria nublada para que os outros não vissem a minha tristeza e em momentos tristes me desabaria em chuva, mas mesmo nesses dias, eu ainda teria a certeza que ao sorrir as cores do &lt;em&gt;arco-íris&lt;/em&gt; surgiriam tornando tudo novamente agradável.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poderia vivenciar a união de dois astros em um &lt;em&gt;eclipse&lt;/em&gt; e acima de tudo, cuidaria das pessoas que amo junto com um inquilino especial que tornou possível toda a nossa existência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu encontrasse o gênio da lâmpada, eu pediria a ele para ser o &lt;strong&gt;céu&lt;/strong&gt;. Pois assim, eu seria parte de toda uma &lt;strong&gt;magia e fascinação&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Esse foi um texto que escrevi para poder refletir no cursinho. Resolvi pedir a primeira coisa que olhasse e por coincidência olhei a imensidão azul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Se você encontrasse o gênio da lâmpada, o que pediria?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-8720785932621594557?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/8720785932621594557/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=8720785932621594557' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/8720785932621594557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/8720785932621594557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/05/se-eu-encontrasse-o-genio-da-lampada.html' title='Se eu encontrasse o gênio da lâmpada...'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/ShHrc2puckI/AAAAAAAAANQ/2vFO9arV1nY/s72-c/ceu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-5838029569479983546</id><published>2009-05-17T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T12:52:29.554-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><title type='text'>Eclipse .:. Stephenie Meyer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/ShBj5ERxA8I/AAAAAAAAAM4/f-kWWoO4rj0/s1600-h/Crep%C3%BAsculo+Imagens+(52).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336875390485988290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/ShBj5ERxA8I/AAAAAAAAAM4/f-kWWoO4rj0/s320/Crep%C3%BAsculo+Imagens+(52).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eclipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Terceiro livro da saga &lt;em&gt;Crepúsculo.&lt;/em&gt; Segundo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Meyer&lt;/span&gt;, a capa, ilustrada por uma fita vermelha partida, representa a escolha que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Bella Swan" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bella_Swan"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; é obrigada a fazer entre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Edward Cullen" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edward_Cullen"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Edward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Jacob Black" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jacob_Black"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Jacob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; e também a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;idéia&lt;/span&gt; de que pode acabar com sua vida como humana. Por causa dessa &lt;strong&gt;escolha&lt;/strong&gt;, Eclipse se tornou um livro pelo qual eu consegui me identificar. &lt;em&gt;Quantas vezes na vida temos que fazer escolhas? Certas ou erradas? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bella&lt;/span&gt; estava dividida entre o amor de sua vida e o seu melhor amigo, escolha essa que se torna difícil. Pois quem ela &lt;em&gt;magoaria&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ao evocar personagens principais de &lt;em&gt;'O Morro dos Ventos Uivantes&lt;/em&gt;' (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sou fascinada por esse romance&lt;/span&gt;) em diversos trechos do livro, fica cada vez mais claro os dilemas da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;impossibilidade&lt;/span&gt; de concretização dos grandes amores. O ser e não ser. O querer e não ter. O ter e não usufruir. ( &lt;em&gt;Eu nunca consegui saber diferenciar de &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;não querer com não mais sentir, não merecer com não mais amar&lt;/span&gt;... Lembra até a música "Alguém que te faz sorrir " do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Fresno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jacob&lt;/strong&gt; se tornou um personagem incrível do meu ponto de vista, ele é amoroso, insistente e aceita por mais duro que seja a decisão de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bella&lt;/span&gt;, mesmo que para isso ele tenha que &lt;strong&gt;sofrer&lt;/strong&gt; pelo &lt;strong&gt;resto de sua vida&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;- Não. - Jacob sacudiu a cabeça. - Eu sou perfeito para você, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Bella&lt;/span&gt;. Teria sido tranquilo para você... confortável, fácil como respirar. Era o caminho natural que sua vida teria tomado... - Ele fitou o vazio por um momento e eu esperei. - Se o mundo fosse como devia ser, se não houvesse monstros e nenhuma magia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;Um dos trechos mais encantadores do livro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-5838029569479983546?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/5838029569479983546/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=5838029569479983546' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/5838029569479983546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/5838029569479983546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/05/eclipse-stephenie-meyer.html' title='Eclipse .:. Stephenie Meyer'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/ShBj5ERxA8I/AAAAAAAAAM4/f-kWWoO4rj0/s72-c/Crep%C3%BAsculo+Imagens+(52).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-2578485776132490100</id><published>2009-05-16T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T13:14:16.556-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assuntos que eu sei...'/><title type='text'>XII OBA</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;XII OBA&lt;/strong&gt; ( Olimpíada Brasileira de Astronômia e Astronautica)foi realizada no dia 15 de maio de 2009, em todas as escolas previamente cadastradas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://astro2009.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/oba.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;O &lt;strong&gt;Ano Internacional da Astronomia em 2009&lt;/strong&gt; comemora os 4 séculos desde as primeiras observações telescópicas do céu feitas por &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Galileu_Galilei"&gt;Galileu Galilei&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Esta será uma celeb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/Sg8LLvTtIsI/AAAAAAAAAMw/POL6NJ409V4/s1600-h/iya_logo_95.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336496379762909890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/Sg8LLvTtIsI/AAAAAAAAAMw/POL6NJ409V4/s200/iya_logo_95.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ração global da Astronomia e suas contribuições para o conhecimento humano. Será dado forte ênfase à educação, ao envolvimento do público e ao engajamento dos jovens na ciência, através de atividades locais, nacionais e globais. O tema da XXI OBA baseou-se nisso e principalmente em Galileu e suas respectivas descobertas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A prova em si não estava difícil, mas confesso que me compliquei em várias questões, principalmente porque eu não tinha estudado e usei só o conhecimento que tinha das outras 4 provas anteriores. Depois que vi o gabarito, acredito que acertei aproximadamente uns 4,10 . E Astronômia é uma matéria que eu realmente gosto, pena que ñão tenha me esforçado tanto. =/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E você já parou para observar o céu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;É.. Hoje (28/05/2009) vi a minha nota do OBA.. acertei ... tirei &lt;strong&gt;4,7&lt;/strong&gt; e por incrível que pareça a maior nota da escola - Então, imaginem o resto... hihi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-2578485776132490100?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/2578485776132490100/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=2578485776132490100' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/2578485776132490100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/2578485776132490100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/05/xii-oba.html' title='XII OBA'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/Sg8LLvTtIsI/AAAAAAAAAMw/POL6NJ409V4/s72-c/iya_logo_95.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-2991619216259590667</id><published>2009-05-16T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:13:39.822-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O morro dos ventos uivantes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Músicas'/><title type='text'>Trilha Sonora: O morro dos ventos uivantes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336471352298968962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/Sg70a8vUF4I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/-S1Be3BI_iw/s320/5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wuthering Heights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;• &lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/101837852/cea7bb32/I_will_Crumble.html"&gt;I will Crumble &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mike Vogel &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;• &lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/101838031/57840ce0/If_it_aint_Broke.html"&gt;If it ain't broke (break it) &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mike Vogel &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;• &lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/101838360/5fb2766a/More.html"&gt;More&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Erika Christensen and Mike Vogel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;• &lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/101838661/2e7e8417/Shine.html"&gt;Shine&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mike Vogel &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;• &lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/101837643/aa2597ef/Erika_Christensen_-_The_Future_Aint_What_it_Used_To_be.html"&gt;The Future Aint What It Used to Be&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Erika Christensen&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Atenção:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;O conteúdo colocado no blog possui seus direitos autorais.Sendo assim, 24 horas após o download deletar o arquivo, pois os mesmos são para divulgação dos Artistas.Não armazenar em mídia ou qualquer outro dispositivo após 24 horas. O blog não hospeda nenhum desses arquivos apenas disponibiliza os links.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. Paula, encontrei essas músicas do filme. Espero que seja o que você queria.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/Sg7zzdjizTI/AAAAAAAAAMI/-_Gt33mQgG0/s1600-h/aten%C3%A7%C3%A3o.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-2991619216259590667?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/2991619216259590667/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=2991619216259590667' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/2991619216259590667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/2991619216259590667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/05/trilha-sonora-o-morro-dos-ventos.html' title='Trilha Sonora: O morro dos ventos uivantes'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/Sg70a8vUF4I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/-S1Be3BI_iw/s72-c/5.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-438406990081099363</id><published>2009-05-14T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T14:03:51.303-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Projeto de vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ronaldorossi.com.br/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/risotto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" alt="" src="http://ronaldorossi.com.br/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/risotto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De acordo com aquele &lt;em&gt;Caderno do aluno de Língua Portuguesa:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;projeto&lt;/span&gt; de vida não é apenas um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;projeto&lt;/span&gt; profissional ou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;financeiro&lt;/span&gt;. Sua vida é muito mais do que isso: há aspectos emocionais, espirituais, culturais, sociais etc. que devem ser considerados."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A professora pediu para que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;criássemos&lt;/span&gt; um &lt;em&gt;slogan &lt;/em&gt;fácil de memorizar e que mostre a minha posição diante dos meus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;objetivos&lt;/span&gt; de vida. Essa pequena frase tem como &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;objetivo&lt;/span&gt; fazer com que eu meu lembre do meu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;projeto&lt;/span&gt; de vida e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;blá&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;blá&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;blá&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A sala inteira es&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tava&lt;/span&gt; criando os seu &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;slogans&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;alguns baseados em &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;clichês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; como &lt;em&gt;A vida é o caminho de não sei o quê, A felicidade tá não sei aonde... &lt;/em&gt;Dentre esses o que eu mais gostei foi do meu amigo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ozéias&lt;/span&gt;, que era bem assim: &lt;strong&gt;A vida é sofrida, mas eu não vou chorar!&lt;/strong&gt; Achei bem interessante, até parece letra de música &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;sertaneja&lt;/span&gt;! No entanto, eu não conseguia pensar em nada, até pensei em uns &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;clichês&lt;/span&gt;, mas Bruno (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;oúnicoquemeaturaenãoseicomo&lt;/span&gt;) sempre ficava me lembrando que estava escrito &lt;strong&gt;CRIE&lt;/strong&gt; e não &lt;strong&gt;COPIE. &lt;/strong&gt;Eu estava quase sem esperanças de criar um &lt;em&gt;slogan&lt;/em&gt; para meu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;projeto&lt;/span&gt; de vida, foi então que lembrei da minha frase " Amigos são como feijão " e tive uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;idéia&lt;/span&gt; um tanto que criativa ( pelo menos foi o que a professora achou )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;FAÇA DE SUA VIDA UM &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;RISOTO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Junte as alegrias, as conquistas, as amizades, os amores, as dificuldades, a esperança e torne-se assim um prato &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;especial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Eu estava com fome na hora, mas ninguém tinha pensando nisso. No meu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;projeto&lt;/span&gt; de vida o que não pode faltar é comida! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Hihi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-438406990081099363?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/438406990081099363/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=438406990081099363' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/438406990081099363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/438406990081099363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/05/projeto-de-vida.html' title='Projeto de vida'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-252622382988530532</id><published>2009-05-13T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T10:28:00.445-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artistas *.*'/><title type='text'>Feliz Aniversário Rob!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SgtvtwhmgeI/AAAAAAAAAL4/DuMAOZ-UPPs/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335481015461118434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SgtvtwhmgeI/AAAAAAAAAL4/DuMAOZ-UPPs/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nome completo:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Robert Thomas Pattinson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Data de Nascimento:&lt;/span&gt; 13 de Maio de 1986 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cidade Natal:&lt;/span&gt; Londres, Inglaterra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cor dos cabelos:&lt;/span&gt; Castanho claro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cor dos olhos:&lt;/span&gt; Azul esverdeado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Altura:&lt;/span&gt; 1,85&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Instrumentos:&lt;/span&gt; Piano e violão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Esportes:&lt;/span&gt; Futebol, ski, snowboard e natação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ator favorito:&lt;/span&gt; Jack Nicholson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Biografia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Robert nasceu em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Londres" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Londres"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Londres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Inglaterra" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inglaterra"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Inglaterra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;. Durante a infância e adolescência, praticava vários esportes, desde &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Futebol" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Futebol"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;futebol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; à &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Snowboard" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Snowboard"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;snowboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;. Além disso, desde cedo mostrou um grande interesse por música e começou a ter aulas de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Guitarra" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guitarra"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;guitarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Piano" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Piano"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;piano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;. Suas primeiras atuações no teatro foram com 15 anos, nas peças &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Macbeth" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Macbeth"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Macbeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; e Tess of the D'Urbervilles. Seu primeiro papel creditado na televisão foi em 2004, como Giselher, em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Ring of the Nibelungs" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ring_of_the_Nibelungs"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Ring of the Nibelungs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Em 2005, interpretou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Cedric Diggory" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cedric_Diggory"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Cedric Diggory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (filme)" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harry_Potter_and_the_Goblet_of_Fire_(filme)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;. Entre seus trabalhos mais recentes estão o filme &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="How to Be" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/How_to_Be"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;How to Be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; (onde vive um músico financeiramente e emocionalmente dependente dos pais), e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="The Haunted Airman" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Haunted_Airman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;The Haunted Airman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; (onde vive o jovem e pertubado piloto Toby Jugg), da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="BBC" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/BBC"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;BBC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;. Também interpretou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Edward Cullen" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edward_Cullen"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edward Cullen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;, na versão para cinema do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Best seller" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Best_seller"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;best seller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Twilight (livro)" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Twilight_(livro)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;, de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Stephenie Meyer" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stephenie_Meyer"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Stephenie Meyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;. Em 2009, o ator já está confirmado na continuação de Twilight, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="New Moon (2009)" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_Moon_(2009)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;, que está sendo gravado em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Vancouver" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vancouver"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Vancouver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Canadá" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Canad%C3%A1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Canadá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Uma das canções de Robert,&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; "Never Think",&lt;/span&gt; foi selecionada para fazer parte da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Twilight (trilha sonora)" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Twilight_(trilha_sonora)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;trilha sonora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; original do filme &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Twilight (2008)" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Twilight_(2008)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; e uma outra, "Let Me Sign", é canção bônus do álbum digital. Segundo Robert, "a música é sua segunda paixão".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amo as suas pérolas: (L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Às vezes música (faz chorar). Eu raramente choro por coisas. Ou tossir. Tossir me faz chorar."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Não entendo qual é a lógica de lavar o cabelo. Se não te importas se o teu cabelo está lavado ou não, então porque hás-de lavá-lo? Eu não limpo o meu apartamento, porque não me importo. Tenho o apartamento para dormir e tenho o meu cabelo para estar na minha &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cabeça. Não quero saber se está lavado ou não." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;“Tirei a jaqueta porque os buquês de caspa estão caindo.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;O homem é lindo, talentoso e ainda por cima engraçado ( sem noção também hihi ). No meu &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mundinho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ele é perfeito! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Felicidades, Rob! Que você sempre prospere em sua vida!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-252622382988530532?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/252622382988530532/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=252622382988530532' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/252622382988530532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/252622382988530532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/05/feliz-aniversario-rob.html' title='Feliz Aniversário Rob!'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SgtvtwhmgeI/AAAAAAAAAL4/DuMAOZ-UPPs/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-1809698985974047011</id><published>2009-05-13T09:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T12:55:12.638-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Selos'/><title type='text'>Prémio Lemniscata</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/Sgr3Dn49P-I/AAAAAAAAALA/d3ZMgurkikE/s1600-h/selo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335348350193319906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/Sgr3Dn49P-I/AAAAAAAAALA/d3ZMgurkikE/s320/selo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Agradeço à Danna do &lt;a href="http://www.lapsosdesonhos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lapsos de Sonhos &lt;/a&gt;pelo meu&lt;strong&gt; primeiro&lt;/strong&gt; selo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Obrigada mesmo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Tenho que repassar para 7 blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; Devo responder a questão: O que significa para si ser um Homo Sapiens?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amanda Pereira - &lt;a href="http://www.tudoumahoraacaba.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tudo uma hora acaba&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Rackell - &lt;a href="http://www.kellhirakawa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Para fugir do abandono e meu futuro poder encontrar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Cookie - &lt;a href="http://mundinhocookie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cookie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Guilherme Vinicius - &lt;a href="http://guilherme20392.blogspot.com/"&gt;A música e o seu sentido&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Leonardo - &lt;a href="http://mylifeafuck.blogspot.com/"&gt;~LéoO~&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aaron Crispin&lt;/em&gt; - &lt;a href="http://crispinlife.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A day in the life of a Crispin &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;( A espera de &lt;strong&gt;Mike&lt;/strong&gt; e seu blog (!) )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Homo Sapiens &lt;/em&gt;significa ser &lt;strong&gt;pessoa, &lt;/strong&gt;não só apenas ser de carne e osso, mas também ter sentimentos, emoções e esperança. Ser um &lt;em&gt;Homo Sapiens&lt;/em&gt; é poder viver, é continuar toda uma evolução...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-1809698985974047011?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/1809698985974047011/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=1809698985974047011' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/1809698985974047011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/1809698985974047011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/05/selo.html' title='Prémio Lemniscata'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/Sgr3Dn49P-I/AAAAAAAAALA/d3ZMgurkikE/s72-c/selo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-2353474312856490413</id><published>2009-05-12T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T16:07:55.068-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias'/><title type='text'>Eu não sei...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sinto as palavras me guiarem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Num leve &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sussurro&lt;/span&gt; ao vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SgoA_ggezQI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Mb6_fxSiwKw/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335077799631703298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SgoA_ggezQI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Mb6_fxSiwKw/s200/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nada pára, nada muda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A não ser você do meu pensamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O silêncio me faz escutar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A dor que não quero ouvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ao longo de algum lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Onde eu possa te sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O caminho certouou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;imprevisível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;de uma alma assim calada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sempre em busca de um sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mesmo na fria &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;madrugada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se amei ou se calei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não importa, eu não sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Queria só buscar um horizonte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu tentei e te encontrei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tayuri Matsumi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.:&lt;/strong&gt; "(...) melhor amo vc muito,so que vc n sabe de mim mas logo vai saber." Caro &lt;strong&gt;Admirador Anônimo&lt;/strong&gt;, você me deixou curiosa! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-2353474312856490413?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/2353474312856490413/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=2353474312856490413' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/2353474312856490413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/2353474312856490413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/05/eu-nao-sei.html' title='Eu não sei...'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SgoA_ggezQI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Mb6_fxSiwKw/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-5360153715260054718</id><published>2009-05-12T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T15:47:50.492-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias'/><title type='text'>Se um dia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/Sgn8R_FQZDI/AAAAAAAAAKw/7mVv22YLuUk/s1600-h/plano_d_fundo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335072619518518322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/Sgn8R_FQZDI/AAAAAAAAAKw/7mVv22YLuUk/s200/plano_d_fundo3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Se um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="return false;" onmouseover="hw20202616480619(event, this, '1496179204'); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='solid';" style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,153); BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px dotted; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" onclick="hwClick20202616480619(1496179204);return false;" onmouseout="hideMaybe(event, this); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='dotted 1px'; " href="http://mensagensepoemas.uol.com.br/#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; lhe der uma louca vontade de chorar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Me chama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Não lhe prometo fazer sorrir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Mas posso chorar com você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Se um dia resolver fugir;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Não se esqueça de me chamar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Não lhe prometo pedir para ficar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Mas posso fugir com você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Se um dia lhe der uma louca vontade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;De não falar com ninguém;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me chama assim mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Prometo ficar bem quietinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Mas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Se um dia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a oncontextmenu="return false;" onmouseover="hw3740623114619(event, this, '1496179204'); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='solid';" style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,153); BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px dotted; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" onclick="hwClick3740623114619(1496179204);return false;" onmouseout="hideMaybe(event, this); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='dotted 1px'; " href="http://mensagensepoemas.uol.com.br/#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; me chamar e eu não responder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Vem correndo ao meu encontro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Talvez eu esteja precisando de você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fonte: Mensagens Uol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-5360153715260054718?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/5360153715260054718/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=5360153715260054718' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/5360153715260054718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/5360153715260054718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/05/se-um-dia.html' title='Se um dia...'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/Sgn8R_FQZDI/AAAAAAAAAKw/7mVv22YLuUk/s72-c/plano_d_fundo3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-643718981817494781</id><published>2009-05-12T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T15:40:39.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavrões ~.^</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/Sgn3izikddI/AAAAAAAAAKo/DYJAHBq1Eyk/s1600-h/4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335067410919880146" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/Sgn3izikddI/AAAAAAAAAKo/DYJAHBq1Eyk/s200/4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uma palavra de baixo calão, popularmente conhecida como palavrão, é um vocábulo que pertence à categoria de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Gíria" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/G%C3%ADria"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;gíria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; e, dentro desta, apresenta cunho chulo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Ofensa" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ofensa"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;ofensivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;, rude, obsceno, agressivo ou imoral sob o ponto-de-vista de algumas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Religião" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Religi%C3%A3o"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;religiões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt; ou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Estilo de vida" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Estilo_de_vida"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;estilos de vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;E você? O que pensa sobre o uso de palavrões?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S.:&lt;/strong&gt; Parei de usar palavrões,acho que é uma coisa meio que desagradável de se ouvir e degrade bem a imagem de uma pessoa. Além disso, depois de soltar unzinho sem querer ( todo mundo já soltou algum palavrão sem intensão ) eu fiz uma aposta com Matheus : &lt;strong&gt;um mês sem palavrões! &lt;/strong&gt;Vou ficar bem mais tempo, pois estou tentando enriquecer o meu vocabulário e ficar uma pessoa mais culta!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-643718981817494781?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/643718981817494781/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=643718981817494781' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/643718981817494781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/643718981817494781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/05/palavroes.html' title='Palavrões ~.^'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/Sgn3izikddI/AAAAAAAAAKo/DYJAHBq1Eyk/s72-c/4.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-3103194877275258819</id><published>2009-05-10T09:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T09:50:55.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mães!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SgcA-MWm1jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Z_xPuWyBtPw/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334233352111576626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SgcA-MWm1jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Z_xPuWyBtPw/s320/1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seus braços sempre se abriam quando eu queria um &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;abraço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seu &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; compreendia quando eu necessitava de uma &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;amiga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seus olhos ternos se endureciam quando eu precisava de uma &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;lição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sua &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;força&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e seu &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;me guiaram e me deram &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;asas para voar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mãe você sempre foi a minha heroína!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Parabenizo a todas as mães do mundo por sua coragem e dedicação, pois vocês são capazes de dar a vida por um filho sem esperar retribuição. Isso que as torna tão especiais!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SgcE8QY8LpI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/W7GMMoAlvVo/s1600-h/IMAG0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334237716881878674" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SgcE8QY8LpI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/W7GMMoAlvVo/s200/IMAG0054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SgcE8upbFbI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/EJAcWgQfwE0/s1600-h/P4120875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334237725004076466" style="WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SgcE8upbFbI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/EJAcWgQfwE0/s200/P4120875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SgcFimkYH6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/Gbz9297M3TU/s1600-h/PC240152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334238375670456226" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SgcFimkYH6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/Gbz9297M3TU/s320/PC240152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eliane Palito, minha mãe, eu tenho orgulho de ser a sua filha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-3103194877275258819?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/3103194877275258819/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=3103194877275258819' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/3103194877275258819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/3103194877275258819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/05/maes.html' title='Mães!'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SgcA-MWm1jI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Z_xPuWyBtPw/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-2108260951875669473</id><published>2009-05-09T13:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T13:20:39.913-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Histórias'/><title type='text'>Era uma vez... Edgard</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Era uma vez...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Um príncipe que de príncipe nada tinha, a beleza o abandonara antes de nascer, a força e a agilidade nem lembranças quiseram mandar. No entanto, o garoto era inteligente, pelo menos, na fila da inteligência ele havia passado umas três vezes e estava a frente dos outros homens considerados sábios na sua época. O garoto de porte mediano escondia-se das pessoas, com medo que elas a vissem e rissem dele, devido a sua incrível feiúra. Se o Corcunda de Notre Dame existisse naquela época com certeza os moradores daquele reino o apelidariam assim e para evitar constrangimentos para o seu pai, o rei, o garoto simplesmente se escondia entre os livros. Além dos livros, Edgar, o príncipe, adorava arco e flecha e sempre que possível praticava nos campos longe das vistas das pessoas. Ele era incrivelmente bom, mas atrapalhado e talvez esse seja seu maior defeito, o desequilíbrio. Edgar não era ágil, mas tinha um tiro certeiro.&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas na aldeia sempre tiveram vontade de ver o filho do rei, porém, para elas Edgar era um mistério, havia boatos sim, de que o garoto não aparecia por causa da sua feiúra e que toda a família real tinha vergonha dele.&lt;br /&gt;Durante muitos anos Edgar sofreu com isso, com a rejeição dos pais e das irmãs pela sua aparência, mas o garoto nunca deixou de amá-los. Diferente disso, ele acreditava que um dia poderia melhorar, tinha fé, mesmo que os outros acreditassem que era inútil.&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto, Edgar se escondia os crimes dentro do reino aumentavam cada vez mais, deixando o rei cada vez mais preocupado com a segurança das pessoas, apesar de o rei rejeitar o filho ele era um homem que se preocupava com as outras pessoas. Cada vez mais apareciam feridos e por vezes alguns mortos que recusaram em entregar o pouco que possuíam ao ladrão. Esse homem cuja vestia roupas rasgadas e sujas, mas uma mascara para esconder a sua identidade era denominado “Ladrão das mãos sujas”, não me pergunte por que esse nome, mas ele surgiu do nada e nem os moradores sabem por que o chamavam assim. Edgar sabendo disso queria fazer algo, mas o que faria já que nem andar com as próprias pernas conseguia sem que tropeçasse no caminho. Havia apenas uma solução: usar a inteligência farta e inventar dispositivos para que o ajudassem no combate ao ladrãozinho, avisei que ele estava à frente de sua época. Passou noites criando bugigangas com todo tipo de material e até uma fantasia fez para vestir, era algo parecido com o Zorro, mas não era o Zorro era o “ Homem X “, não existe nenhuma semelhança com os X-men. Saiu noite a fora a procura do bandido. Encontrou-o tentando roubar mais uma casa e travou uma batalha incansável, o “Ladrão das mãos imundas” conseguiu fugir e nas noites seguintes o mesmo aconteceu. O reino queria saber quem era o jovem misterioso rapaz que tentava inutilmente combater o ladrão, mas dele nada sabia. Foi então que o ladrão arriscou algo mais, agora seria a vez do castelo. Mesmo sendo apenas um conseguiu despistar os guardas e entrou no castelo. Edgar que estava lá em seus aposentos ouviu barulhos estranhos. Pegou o arco e a flecha e seguiu em direção aos ruídos. Na sala onde havia todo o ouro da família estava o bandido. Sem perceber Edgar lançou uma flecha no bumbum do homem, não sei por que ela atirou lá, e o ladrão virou-se irritado para ele. “Conheço você de algum lugar. Não pela sua feiúra incrível, mas já senti a sua presença antes.” “ Olha olha, o bandido veio ao ninho do herói, hahahaha” . Então Edgar revelou a sua verdadeira identidade, sem notar a sua família estavam parados na porta, assustados. E os dois travaram mais um batalha, o que seria a batalha final em que Edgar lançou a sua flecha no coração do ladrão que caiu dizendo palavras bem obscenas. O reino soube a verdadeira identidade do herói atrapalhado e assim a família real reconheceu que apesar da aparência Edgar possui algo mais, possuía a alma de um herói.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Essa foi uma das piores histórias que escrevi na minha vida, mas não foi tão ruim assim, pois no final das contas ganhei uma promoção com ela! :D Leiam e comentem!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-2108260951875669473?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/2108260951875669473/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=2108260951875669473' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/2108260951875669473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/2108260951875669473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/05/era-uma-vez-edgard.html' title='Era uma vez... Edgard'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-4267092766060378546</id><published>2009-05-09T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T12:51:32.825-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><title type='text'>Crepúsculo .:. Stephenie Meyer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SgXgB3YjVsI/AAAAAAAAAJM/qKYgrUXypd0/s1600-h/Crep%C3%BAsculo+Imagens+(9).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333915656341640898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SgXgB3YjVsI/AAAAAAAAAJM/qKYgrUXypd0/s320/Crep%C3%BAsculo+Imagens+(9).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SINOPSE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"NUNCA PENSEI MUITO EM como morreria - embora nos últimos meses tivesse motivos suficientes para isso -, mas, mesmo que tivesse pensado, não teria imaginado que seria assim. (...) Sem dúvida era uma boa forma de morrer, no lugar de outra pessoa, de alguém que eu amava. Nobre, até. Isso devia contar para alguma coisa."Isabella Swan chega à nublada e chuvosa cidadezinha de Forks - último lugar onde gostaria de viver. Tenta se adaptar à vida provinciana na qual aparentemente todos se conhecem, lidar com sua constrangedora falta de coordenação motora e se habituar a morar com um pai com quem nunca conviveu. Em seu destino está Edward Cullen.Ele é lindo, perfeito, misterioso e, à primeira vista, hostil à presença de Bella - o que provoca nela uma inquietação desconcertante. Ela se apaixona. Ele, no melhor estilo "amor proibido", alerta: Sou um risco para você. Ela é uma garota incomum. Ele é um vampiro. Ela precisa aprender a controlar seu corpo quando ele a toca. Ele, a controlar sua sede pelo sangue dela.O que Bella não percebe é que quanto mais se aproxima dele, maior é o perigo para si e para os que a cercam. E pode ser tarde demais para voltar atrás...Combinando sensualidade e mistério, romance e fantasia, Stephenie Meyer produz uma trama de extraordinário suspense neste primeiro volume da série que marcou sua estréia literária. Tremendamente sedutor, Crepúsculo mantém seus leitores ligados até a última página.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-4267092766060378546?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/4267092766060378546/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=4267092766060378546' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/4267092766060378546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/4267092766060378546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/05/crepusculo-livro.html' title='Crepúsculo .:. Stephenie Meyer'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SgXgB3YjVsI/AAAAAAAAAJM/qKYgrUXypd0/s72-c/Crep%C3%BAsculo+Imagens+(9).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-2468275991472693234</id><published>2009-05-09T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:13:39.823-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O morro dos ventos uivantes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Músicas'/><title type='text'>I will crumble .:. Mike Vogel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SgWu1PH7rNI/AAAAAAAAAJE/J5Udqdqxtko/s1600-h/wuthering2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333861563306323154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SgWu1PH7rNI/AAAAAAAAAJE/J5Udqdqxtko/s320/wuthering2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; I will crumble&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mike Vogel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you want to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se você quiser dormir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll pull the shade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu fecharei a cortina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you should vanish,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se você desaparecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm sure to fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Estou certo de que eu sumiria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you should smolder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se você ardesse em chamas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll breath in your smoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu respiraria sua fumaça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you should laugh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se você risse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll smile and pretend that I made the joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu iria sorrir e fingir que contei uma piada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;And if you should ever leave me I will crumble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;E se você me deixar eu não agüentarei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;That's just the way I am,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Por que é assim que eu sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;I hope you never leave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Eu espero que você nunca me deixe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;That is just say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isso é só dizer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you should sink,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se você afundasse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't want to swim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu não quero nadar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you lock the door,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se você fechar a porta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll back to come in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu voltaria para entrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I If you should sing,won't make any sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se você cantasse Eu não faria silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you should fly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se você voasse&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll crush the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu iria esmagar o chão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And if you should ever leave me I will crumble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E se você me deixasse eu não agüentarei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's just the way I am,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque é assim que eu sou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope you never leave me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu espero que você nunca me deixe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is just say...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isso é só dizer&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will crumble, I will crumble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu não agüentarei, eu não agüentarei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will crumble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E eu não agüentarei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you are an explosion,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se você é um explosão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't search for shelter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu não vou procurar um abrigo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are the sun,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se você é o sol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll sit here and swelter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu iria sentar aqui e torrar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are the moon,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se você é a lua&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stay up all night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu ficarei acordado a noite toda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a ghost,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se você é um fantasma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I'll be hunted for life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu serei caçado pela vida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And if you should ever leave me I will crumble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E se você me deixasse eu não agüentarei&lt;br /&gt;That's just the way I am,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque é assim que eu sou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope you never leave me&lt;br /&gt;Eu espero que você nunca me deixe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That is just say...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isso é só dizer&lt;br /&gt;I will crumble, I will crumble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu não agüentarei, eu não agüentarei&lt;br /&gt;I will crumble, I will crumble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I will crumble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu não agüentarei&lt;br /&gt;I will crumble, I will crumble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu não agüentarei, eu não agüentarei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I will crumble, I will crumble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu não agüentarei, eu não agüentarei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fonte : &lt;a href="http://www.letras.terra.com.br/"&gt;http://www.letras.terra.com.br/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/get/101838209/71f6037f/Mike_Vogel_-_I_will_Crumble.html"&gt;4Shared: Baixar " I will crumble - Mike Vogel "&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Atenção:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;O conteúdo colocado no blog possui seus direitos autorais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sendo assim, 24 horas após o download deletar o arquivo, pois os mesmos são para divulgação dos Artistas.Não armazenar em mídia ou qualquer outro dispositivo após 24 horas. O blog não hospeda nenhum desses arquivos apenas disponibiliza os links.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-2468275991472693234?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/2468275991472693234/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=2468275991472693234' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/2468275991472693234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/2468275991472693234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-will-crumble-mike-vogel.html' title='I will crumble .:. Mike Vogel'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SgWu1PH7rNI/AAAAAAAAAJE/J5Udqdqxtko/s72-c/wuthering2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-7199041743074800731</id><published>2009-05-09T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:13:39.823-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Músicas'/><title type='text'>Como tudo pode ser .:. Trajeto 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SgWq7OQj37I/AAAAAAAAAI8/5rVzKnBy-cA/s1600-h/Trajeto+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333857268106780594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SgWq7OQj37I/AAAAAAAAAI8/5rVzKnBy-cA/s200/Trajeto+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Como Tudo Pode Ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;trajeto2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Eliezer Rosa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;você não vê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;é fácil perceber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;há um sonho pra sonhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e discos pra tocar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;chorar pra quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;há um céu sobre você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;feche os olhos para ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;como tudo pode ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;então nós vamos ver o pôr-do-sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e contar estrelas no infinito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e deixar que um novo amanhecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nos traga um pouco mais de luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;deixa eu te levar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pra sobrevoar arranha-céus e o mar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;deixa eu te mostrar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;como rodar o mundo sem sair do lugar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;deixa eu mostrar pra você(uma nova canção)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;é...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;não vale a pena se fecharas pedras vão rolar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e é só você esperar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pra ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;um céu só pra você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;feche os olhos pra voar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e encontrar esse lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;então nós vamos ver a chuva cair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e apreciar os campos colorir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e depois um arco-íris vai surgir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pra fazer você sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;deixa eu te levar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bandasdegaragem.uol.com.br/hotsite/musicas.php?id_banda=5134"&gt;Bandas de Garagem: Baixar " Como tudo pode ser - Trajeto2 "&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Atenção:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;O conteúdo colocado no blog possui seus direitos autorais.Sendo assim, 24 horas após o download deletar o arquivo, pois os mesmos são para divulgação dos Artistas.Não armazenar em mídia ou qualquer outro dispositivo após 24 horas. O blog não hospeda nenhum desses arquivos apenas disponibiliza os links.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-7199041743074800731?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/7199041743074800731/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=7199041743074800731' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/7199041743074800731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/7199041743074800731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/05/como-tudo-pode-ser-trajeto-2.html' title='Como tudo pode ser .:. Trajeto 2'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SgWq7OQj37I/AAAAAAAAAI8/5rVzKnBy-cA/s72-c/Trajeto+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-5239292924318440360</id><published>2009-05-06T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T10:26:09.835-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O morro dos ventos uivantes'/><title type='text'>O morro dos ventos uivantes MTV .:. Filme</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e184/jessicaf_013/27375-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e184/jessicaf_013/27375-large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O morro dos ventos uivantes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Uma Tórrida História de Amor."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;A eterna história de paixão e ciúme da autora Emile Brontë, incendeia a tela neste moderno romance que apresenta um elenco de jovens astros e uma vibrante trilha sonora de rock. Érika Christensen ,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="intelitxt" href="http://www.allcenter.com.br/allcenter/vitrine.asp?depID=DVD&amp;amp;chave_prod=Chris+Masterson"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chris Masterson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; ,Johnny Whitworth , &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="intelitxt" href="http://www.allcenter.com.br/allcenter/vitrine.asp?depID=DVD&amp;amp;chave_prod=Katherine+Heigl"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katherine Heigl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; , e os estreantes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="intelitxt" href="http://www.allcenter.com.br/allcenter/vitrine.asp?depID=DVD&amp;amp;chave_prod=Aimee+Osbourne"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aimee Osbourne&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; e &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="intelitxt" href="http://www.allcenter.com.br/allcenter/vitrine.asp?depID=DVD&amp;amp;chave_prod=Mike+Vogel"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mike Vogel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; estão entre o sensual elenco. Vogel vive Heath, um jovem sem-teto, que traz desejo e tumulto a uma família que mora em um afastado farol chamado Heights. Christensen é Cate, que encontra enigma e paixão nos braços de Heath, e Whitworth é Hendrix, o irmão de Cate, que se enfurece só de ver o ousado invasor que se juntou à sua família. Talento, sedução, tragédia, obsessão, e finalmente traição, são o palco para um explosivo confronto final nesta ardente, "...estilizada e agitada" (St. Petesburg Times) adaptação contemporânea da trágica história clássica.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu sou incrivelmente fascinada por essa história e quando vi o filme a minha admiração só aumentou, é uma história cativante que envolve os valores humanos. Foi a primeira história que li e que nenhum dos personagens são tecnicamente perfeitos, todos tem seus defeitos, suas ambições, seus desejos... Heatcliff ou no caso no filme Heath é um homem que luta pelo amor de Catherine mesmo que esse amor seja de uma forma estranha e possessiva, ele não é a representação perfeita de um principe, longe disso, ele é um personagem forte que foge de todos os modelos de mocinho. Vale a pena conferir!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Principalmente a trilha sonora em que o ator Mike Vogel encanta com a sua voz em canções como &lt;strong&gt;I Will Crumble&lt;/strong&gt;, que é linda!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-5239292924318440360?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/5239292924318440360/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=5239292924318440360' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/5239292924318440360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/5239292924318440360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-morro-dos-vento-uivantes-mtv-filme.html' title='O morro dos ventos uivantes MTV .:. Filme'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-6322380878178957390</id><published>2009-05-06T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:13:39.823-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Músicas'/><title type='text'>Meu amor .:. Os Thomes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://palcoprincipal.uol.com.br/images/fotos/86162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" alt="" src="http://palcoprincipal.uol.com.br/images/fotos/86162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MEU AMOR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Os Thomés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Senti o vazio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E foi tanta dor&lt;br /&gt;Olhei sua foto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Foi só o que restou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sozinho e perdido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Preciso lutar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Te reconquistar e recomeçar..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando você se foi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Minha vida acabou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje eu posso entender&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quanto doi te perder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De joelhos estou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Implorando perdão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vem curar esta dor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deixa eu te provar meu amor...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seu olhar no retrato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Parece me dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O quanto eu fui tolo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E te fiz sofrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Queria voltar no tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Recomeçar&lt;br /&gt;Mostrar meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E ter seu amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando você se foi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Minha vida acabou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje eu posso entender&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quanto doi te perder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De joelhos estou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Implorando perdão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vem curar esta dor &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Deixa eu te provar meu amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando o tempo passar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E tentar me esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sei que vai se lembrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Que ainda vivo em você ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando você se foi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Minha vida acabou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje eu posso entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quanto doi te perder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;De joelhos estou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Implorando perdão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vem curar esta dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Deixa eu te provar meu amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Meu amor... Meu amor... Meu amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/get/103062518/c634e87d/Os_Thomes-Meu_amor.html"&gt;4Shared: Baixar "Meu amor - Os Thomés "&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Atenção:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O conteúdo colocado no blog possui seus direitos autorais.&lt;br /&gt;Sendo assim, 24 horas após o download deletar o arquivo, pois os mesmos são para divulgação dos Artistas.Não armazenar em mídia ou qualquer outro dispositivo após 24 horas. O blog não hospeda nenhum desses arquivos apenas disponibiliza os links.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-6322380878178957390?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/6322380878178957390/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=6322380878178957390' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/6322380878178957390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/6322380878178957390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/05/meu-amor-os-thomes.html' title='Meu amor .:. Os Thomes'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-9221355301021720535</id><published>2009-05-03T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:13:39.823-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Músicas'/><title type='text'>Até o fim .:. Quadribanda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/Sf42QBAPyDI/AAAAAAAAAI0/qyVR0U_I0cs/s1600-h/1142588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331758657628522546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/Sf42QBAPyDI/AAAAAAAAAI0/qyVR0U_I0cs/s200/1142588.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Até o Fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Quadribanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Composição: Di Ferrero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Vou te mostrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Como eu posso ir mais longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Que dentro de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Existem dois sonhos,e um deles é te orgulhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Essa canção eu fiz pra você acreditar em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Eu só queria provar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Que o sonho não é só meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Mas você nunca viu assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Pai eu não vou desistir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;E se você me ajudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Eu vou até o fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Eu sempre tentei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Achar o meu lugar aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;E agora que achei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Quero você do meu lado,pra me ajudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Essa canção eu fiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;pra você acreditar em mim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/102870215/6087eaa7/07_At_o_Fim.html?err=no-sess"&gt;4shared : Baixar "Até o fim - Quadribanda "&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Atenção:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O conteúdo colocado no blog possui seus direitos autorais.&lt;br /&gt;Sendo assim, 24 horas após o download deletar o arquivo, pois os mesmos são para divulgação dos Artistas.Não armazenar em mídia ou qualquer outro dispositivo após 24 horas. O blog não hospeda nenhum desses arquivos apenas disponibiliza os links.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-9221355301021720535?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/9221355301021720535/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=9221355301021720535' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/9221355301021720535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/9221355301021720535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/05/ate-o-fim-quadribanda.html' title='Até o fim .:. Quadribanda'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/Sf42QBAPyDI/AAAAAAAAAI0/qyVR0U_I0cs/s72-c/1142588.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-4773059798481102477</id><published>2009-05-03T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T11:27:57.932-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias'/><title type='text'>Eu sinto os tremores...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/Sf3hyoHLuoI/AAAAAAAAAIM/MhKWtTFPvwE/s1600-h/naum+%C3%A9+eu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331665793753791106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/Sf3hyoHLuoI/AAAAAAAAAIM/MhKWtTFPvwE/s200/naum+%C3%A9+eu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu sinto os tremores&lt;br /&gt;De um dos meus amores&lt;br /&gt;Que um dia eu deixei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me distante&lt;br /&gt;O tão longe quanto antes&lt;br /&gt;De onde eu te encontrei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é assim facilmente&lt;br /&gt;Que estarei alegremente&lt;br /&gt;Com aquele que amei.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Criado por Tayuri Matsumi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-4773059798481102477?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/4773059798481102477/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=4773059798481102477' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/4773059798481102477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/4773059798481102477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/05/eu-sinto-os-tremores.html' title='Eu sinto os tremores...'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/Sf3hyoHLuoI/AAAAAAAAAIM/MhKWtTFPvwE/s72-c/naum+%C3%A9+eu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-7190620887241327363</id><published>2009-05-01T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T19:15:16.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RENOVANDO :D</title><content type='html'>Olá pessoal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou em um período de &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;renovação&lt;/span&gt;, como podem ver já comecei pelo layout e aos poucos vou me ajeitando com as outras coisas. Desculpe-me por tudo que eu tenha prometido e não cumprido, nessa &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nova fase &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;pretendo fazer tudo isso e incluir ainda mais coisas.&lt;br /&gt;Continuem lendo o meu blog! E aguardem novidades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tayuri Matsumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;01/05/2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-7190620887241327363?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/7190620887241327363/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=7190620887241327363' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/7190620887241327363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/7190620887241327363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/05/renovando-d.html' title='RENOVANDO :D'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-8945233635434249306</id><published>2009-04-01T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T15:28:18.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indicação!</title><content type='html'>Aqui estou eu de novo me lamentando e pedindo desculpas às pessoas que seguem meu blog! Sei que vocês devem estar se perguntando, e ai vai continuar a história ou não? Mas a verdade é que não estou tendo muito tempo, a escolá está exigindo muito de mim e sem contar que comecei a trabalhar com meu pai! Me desculpem mais uma vez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu queria indicar um Blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.placido7b.zip.net/"&gt;www.placido7b.zip.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esse é o Blog da Escola Plácido de Paula e Silva, a quem deve muitas das minhas conquistas pessoais! =D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E também gostaria de indicar um livro:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O morro dos ventos uivantes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vale a pena conferir, pois foge de todos os personagens perfeitos que existem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foi indo pessoal! E obrigada por continuarem a ler o blog dessa pobre adolescente confusa! =p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Exagerei , mas tudo bem...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-8945233635434249306?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/8945233635434249306/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=8945233635434249306' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/8945233635434249306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/8945233635434249306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/04/indicacao.html' title='Indicação!'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-7728141837390013015</id><published>2009-02-15T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T16:57:32.390-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Volta às aulas</title><content type='html'>Olá pessoal! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Post rápido!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã as aulas começam e por incrível que pareça ainda existem as mesmas expectativas de sempre. Espero que esse ano seja melhor do que os outros - olhe aí uma expectativa comum - e que apareçam novos amigos e os velhos ainda continuem comigo. Não quero que mude muita coisa, afinal, gosto do jeito que as coisas são. Parece que um pessoal que era da outra sala vão para minha, isso é legal. Mas por outro lado vou sentir &lt;strong&gt;saudades&lt;/strong&gt; de alguns amigos que mudaram de cidade, desejo que eles &lt;em&gt;sejam felizes&lt;/em&gt; aonde estiverem, com toda a certeza a sala não será a mesma sem eles, pois os garotos eram "&lt;strong&gt;alegres"&lt;/strong&gt; demais. Hehehe. Vou sentir saudades daqueles que foram buscar algo novo! E espero mais uma vez que esse ano &lt;strong&gt;seja cheio de realizações e conquistas!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E para todos vocês que leem o meu Blog desejo o mesmo!&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Felicidades!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-7728141837390013015?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/7728141837390013015/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=7728141837390013015' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/7728141837390013015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/7728141837390013015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/02/volta-as-aulas.html' title='Volta às aulas'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-58660815127708139</id><published>2009-02-11T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T18:59:20.486-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Esqueça todo o resto ( História )'/><title type='text'>Desculpas. e a Capa</title><content type='html'>Primeiramente, queria pedir desculpas às pessoas que estão acompanhando a história &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Esqueça todo o resto"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; . &lt;/strong&gt;Sei que era para postar a continuação há semanas, mas a minha vida anda agitada - na verdade não tanto - e descobri o que é o tão famoso &lt;em&gt;bloqueio&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria deixar a história especial, porque é assim que a considero, então existem algumas cenas que surgem na minha mente a cada instante, porém, estou tendo problemas em descrevê-las no papel. Além disso, as férias ainda continuam até o dia 16 de fevereiro onde a rotina volta ao normal e enquanto isso não acontece, eu vou e volto do sítio. Lá é um lugar tranquilo e consigo me concentrar melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, para recompensá-los - ou tentar. Vou deixar a capa que fiz para a história: =D ( &lt;em&gt;tamanho pequeno )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301739301465167554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SZOPzguPFsI/AAAAAAAAAIE/uQFTYgz_FDs/s320/Esque%C3%A7a+todo+o+resto.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-58660815127708139?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/58660815127708139/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=58660815127708139' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/58660815127708139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/58660815127708139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/02/desculpas.html' title='Desculpas. e a Capa'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SZOPzguPFsI/AAAAAAAAAIE/uQFTYgz_FDs/s72-c/Esque%C3%A7a+todo+o+resto.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-7337201860938348653</id><published>2009-01-12T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T12:20:43.593-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Esqueça todo o resto ( História )'/><title type='text'>Capítulo 1 - O acidente [#1]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Capítulo um - O acidente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;into como se levasse pancadas de algum objeto afiado em minha cabeça. A dor é constante e ao reatar a consciência, ou pelo menos o que aparenta ser a minha consciência, encontro-me em uma floresta assustadora com árvores enormes e outras espécies de uma vegetação silvestre.&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo doe. Ao redor não encontro uma saída nem uma trilha onde pudesse me indicar o caminho. O vento sopra em minha direção e junto com ele sons ecoam deixando aquele lugar o mais aterrorizador possível.&lt;br /&gt;Como havia chegado &lt;em&gt;ali&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Começo a caminhar por entre as folhas e galhos secos. Não havia nada que pudesse indicar uma direção, estava sem rumo e pior sem ninguém. Gritar não era a solução, quem poderia me &lt;em&gt;ouvir?&lt;/em&gt; E também poderia atrair animais ou qualquer outro ser que me colocaria realmente em perigo.&lt;br /&gt;O medo já tomara conta do meu corpo. Cada segundo me deixava cada vez mais insegura e atordoada.&lt;br /&gt;Piso em uma poça d’água. Paro e observo as árvores balançarem ao meu redor.&lt;br /&gt;O barulho de um galho sendo quebrado surge não muito longe de mim. Meus instintos começam a me guiar. Corro.&lt;br /&gt;Alguém ou algo está me seguindo, posso pressentir seus movimentos. Minhas pernas as poucos parecem travarem e o desespero toma conta da minha mente. Tento forçar o máximo, mas a minha força não é suficiente para equilibrar os meus passos.&lt;br /&gt;Tropeço na raiz de uma árvore, ferimentos e hematomas se alastram. Meu corpo parece se movimentar em câmera lenta.&lt;br /&gt;Ele está cada vez mais perto. Posso &lt;em&gt;sentir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Não consigo mais fugir, estou desequilibrando, perdendo as forças...&lt;br /&gt;Perco o chão. Meus pensamentos fogem da minha cabeça e aquilo parece tarde demais. O buraco negro me engole cada vez mais para uma viagem sem fim.&lt;br /&gt;De repente ouço uma voz sussurrar meu nome. &lt;em&gt;Anne. Anne, querida. Acorde. Hoje é domingo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abro meus olhos rapidamente como se fugisse de tudo aquilo que estava acontecendo. Suo frio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A voz vinha do quarto ao lado. Empurrei o edredom com os pés e rolei tentando encontrar o chão.&lt;br /&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;Sob a ducha do chuveiro, refleti sobre as imagens que estavam me atormentando. Nem ao menos sabia por que estava dando tanta importância, parecia tolice continuar pensando no pesadelo. No entanto, estava com uma intuição fortíssima de que algo poderia acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;Flexionei as mãos contra os azulejos brancos da parede e observei a água escorrer pelo ralo circular abaixo. Seria um aviso? Não era comuns pesadelos se repetirem todas as noites. Decidi esquecer, era tolice demais pensar nisso.&lt;br /&gt;Deixei o jato forte massagear as minhas costas. Desliguei o chuveiro e apanhei uma toalha, sorrindo como se tudo aquilo que estava pensando fosse apenas fruto da minha imaginação.&lt;br /&gt;Vesti roupas limpas e confortáveis e coloquei uma blusa de moletom azul marinho. Penteei os cabelos molhados e os sequei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;------ &lt;strong&gt;Continua. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Desculpas, mas sem data especifica para a continuação! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-7337201860938348653?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/7337201860938348653/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=7337201860938348653' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/7337201860938348653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/7337201860938348653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/01/captulo-1-o-acidente-parte-um.html' title='Capítulo 1 - O acidente [#1]'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-8442194673326156083</id><published>2009-01-12T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T16:28:40.669-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Esqueça todo o resto ( História )'/><title type='text'>Prólogo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Esqueça todo o resto"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Agora, pois, permanecem a fé, a esperança, o amor, estes três; mas o maior destes é o amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Coríntios 13, 13&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Prólogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez o céu estivesse azul como sempre, e suas nuvens brancas como algodão só estivessem compondo o que seria uma obra de arte da natureza em que o Sol dava seu toque final deixando tudo mais radiante.&lt;br /&gt;Os pássaros cantavam e uma brisa leve fazia com que as flores dançassem numa suave melodia. Tudo estava na mais perfeita harmonia.&lt;br /&gt;Um singelo sorriso brincava no canto dos seus lábios, seus olhos brilhavam como se a felicidade tentasse combater a tristeza. De alguma maneira, Daniel ainda continuava misterioso e escondia um segredo que mudaria as nossas vidas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_____________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Colocarei o primeiro capítulo se houver pelo menos um comentário, para ter certeza que alguém está lendo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Obrigada a àqueles que leram! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Voltem sempre!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-8442194673326156083?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/8442194673326156083/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=8442194673326156083' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/8442194673326156083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/8442194673326156083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/01/prlogo.html' title='Prólogo'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-7418646400142400830</id><published>2009-01-03T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T17:37:39.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Ano Novo !</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Feliz ano novo! Atrasado! 2000 INOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-7418646400142400830?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/7418646400142400830/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=7418646400142400830' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/7418646400142400830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/7418646400142400830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2009/01/feliz-ano-novo.html' title='Feliz Ano Novo !'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-8030820010811926186</id><published>2008-12-26T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:14:30.781-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Músicas'/><title type='text'>Sem você aqui</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;ão queria ser assim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não como você vê&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo parece ser complicado demais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nosso sonhos já se desfizeram&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E a nossa realidade ainda está aqui&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nunca percebeu a maneira dos nossos olhares?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A maneira que busquei me esconder?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queria ter sido forte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas não consigo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não quando você está aqui&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo parece triste essa noite&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De uma maneira solitária&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu queria ter ido buscar as estrelas, os horizontes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas não consigo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não sem você comigo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não sem você aqui.&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Parece estranho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tudo agora mudou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nossas vidas não se cruzam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nossos lábios não se encostam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não... sem você aqui.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sujeito a alterações ! *.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Composited: Tayuri Matsumi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-8030820010811926186?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/8030820010811926186/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=8030820010811926186' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/8030820010811926186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/8030820010811926186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2008/12/sem-voc-aqui.html' title='Sem você aqui'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-5651975838487808859</id><published>2008-12-26T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T09:39:04.242-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>A procura e a normalidade.</title><content type='html'>Já sentiu a sensação de não estar fazendo o que realmente queria? De não poder seguir com seus objetivos já que eles não existem? Sentiu algo mais forte do que a própria vontade indicando que não era isso que você queria? Mas sim essa é a verdadeira e irrevogavel realidade.&lt;br /&gt;Aquela mesma que mostra o mundo em caos, aquela que torna as pessoas pobres ou ricas, doentes ou saudáveis...&lt;br /&gt;As dúvidas são cruéis em minha mente. Acho que tenho sérios problemas com a minha personalidade. Nem tudo parece claro - deveria parecer? - as coisas se modificam a maneira que passamos a encarar a realidade como ela realmente é.&lt;br /&gt;Quando uma adolescente lê uma história de amor ela busca um conforto na história, ou pelo menos, essa seria uma das intenções. Diferente disso, a minha mente não consegue de imediato encontrar esse conforto e ele instantaneamente fica deprimido. "A vida não é justa."&lt;br /&gt;Ela pode ser para alguns. Não questiono a minha maneira de viver, a minha família, meus amigos, mas sim a minha consciência que prega peças as vezes dificéis o suficiente para uma pessoa "normal".&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou normal, e todos ao meu redor - pelo meno acho - são normais. Mas o que faz uma pessoa querer se tornar além desse normal?&lt;br /&gt;Não quero dizer que ela queira se tornar popular, rica, bonita, enfim, estou querendo dizer a que ponto ela poderia chegar para conseguir o que realmente quer: ter um amor para a vida toda ou uma eterna vida feliz. - se a felicidade realmente existir.&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas normais não têm tudo o que querem. Elas sempre procuram cada vez mais. Seja algum objeto ou alguma sensação por menor que seja. Nada nunca é bom o suficiente para satisfazer a vontade de alguém. E isso seja sempre a caçada humana, satisfazer seus próprios interesses. Então por que tudo isso parece de alguma forma difícil para eu entender? Sou normal, mas às vezes não queria ser. Queria encontrar algo além da normalidade. Algo além que satisfazesse nem que fosse por um momento a minha eterna procura pela felicidade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-5651975838487808859?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/5651975838487808859/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=5651975838487808859' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/5651975838487808859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/5651975838487808859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2008/12/procura-e-normalidade.html' title='A procura e a normalidade.'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-5746884107209911685</id><published>2008-12-23T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T18:55:36.497-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Sorte?!?! Talvez...</title><content type='html'>Bom, como posso começar o meu bom humor?!? Huumm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah já sei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;» &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Chegou os livros que eu tanto esperava : &lt;strong&gt;Crepúsculo&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;Lua Nova&lt;/strong&gt; da série Twilight de Stephenie Meyer. Tive que fazer um cadastro nas Lojas Americana com o meu CPF porque papai não emprestou o dele. Ganhei a minha independencia para poder comprar a vontade - quando tiver dinheiro - e paguei mais da metade com o meu próprio dinheiro. - *abobada* - Pensei que fosse chegar no dia 2 de Janeiro, no entanto chegou mais rápido do que eu esperava!! Isso é muito boom!&lt;br /&gt;Com o lançamento do filme Crepúsculo surgiram pessoas que agora se dizem fãs, mas isso seja apenas momentaneamente. Eu sei que me apaixonei pela história vendo o trailer do filme no TV FAMA, mas não considero que esteja seguindo uma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;modinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; realmente a história é fascinante, o relacionamento de Edward e Bella vai além de todas as história de amores pacatas e sempre monótonas. Está certo que no filme tem o sempre maravilhoso Robert Pattinson que é um deus grego, porém no livro a história é retratada com mais detalhes e parece que a emoção e a curiosidade surgem cada vez mais a cada palavra lida. Realmente Stephenie Meyer superou todas as expectativas nesse best seller. Obs. Eu tinha baixado o livro pela internet, mas Léo FLASH fez eu deletar. Te Amo, amigão!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;» &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Esses dias atrás participei de uma promoção no Daiblog&lt;/span&gt; ( &lt;a href="http://www.novodaiblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.novodaiblog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;e ganhei dois ingressos e camiseta para o filme " A mulher do meu amigo" - eu acho que esse é o nome - fiquei em 3° !! Alguém quer assistir comigo?! Rsrsrs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;» Eii Feliz Natal! Ho Ho Ho!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-5746884107209911685?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/5746884107209911685/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=5746884107209911685' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/5746884107209911685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/5746884107209911685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2008/12/sorte-talvez.html' title='Sorte?!?! Talvez...'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-6132013362308088114</id><published>2008-12-16T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T12:54:32.152-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filme'/><title type='text'>Crepúsculo .:. Filme</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SUhVxtr386I/AAAAAAAAAE0/lOgy1LpC7h0/s1600-h/crepusculo-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280564875657474978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SUhVxtr386I/AAAAAAAAAE0/lOgy1LpC7h0/s320/crepusculo-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Um dos filmes mais aguardados pelo público adolescente atende pelo nome de "Crepúsculo". O longa, dirigido por Catherine Hardwicke (de "Aos 13"), estréia nos EUA nesta sexta-feira cercado de expectativa e no dia 19 de dezembro chega ao Brasil para saciar a curiosidade de milhares de fãs da saga "Twilight"( no original, em inglês), criada em 2005 pela escritora americana Stephenie Meyer. Quase um "Romeu e Julieta" sobrenatural, a trama gira em torno do romance proibido entre a adolescente desajeitada Isabella Swan ( Kristen Stewart) e o encantador vampito "vegetariano" Edward Cullen ( Robert Pattinson, o Cedrico Diggory de Harry Potter). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;O elenco é irresistivel, principalmente os vampiros, e a história é contagiante. O filme deixa a desejar em algumas cenas que não ficam tão bem explicadas como deveria, mas em compensação existem outras que capricharam, inclusive a cena do piano em que Edward toca "Bella's Lullaby", criada por Carter Burwell, e a trilha sonora é realmente incrivel!  Indico! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S. : Meus comentários sobre filmes deixam um pouco a desejar, mas o que vale é a intensão, não é mesmo?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-6132013362308088114?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/6132013362308088114/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=6132013362308088114' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/6132013362308088114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/6132013362308088114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2008/12/crepsculo.html' title='Crepúsculo .:. Filme'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SUhVxtr386I/AAAAAAAAAE0/lOgy1LpC7h0/s72-c/crepusculo-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-8573810076039208533</id><published>2008-12-13T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T18:01:38.602-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Formatura...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ontem foi a formatura das oitavas séries da escola Plácido e foi muito importante para mim porque fui madrinha de uma pessoa que considero como se fosse um irmão para mim. Esse menino é muito especial em minha vida e me senti honrada e ter tido esse privilegio de ser madrinha dele. Roger a irmãzinha aqui te ama, ein! Continuando... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Nunca pensei que tiraria tantas fotos, os flashs já estavam ficando marcados na minha vista... hehehe. O baile foi muito divertido! Dancei a primeira valsa com Roger e a segunda com Bruno Geovani ( acho que as vezes esse menino tem "problemas", mas ele é interessante e gosto dele como amigo mesmo assim). Depois tomei duas taças de champanhe pensando que não tinha alcool, no entanto, fiquei muito alegrinha depois... xD... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Dancei muito até, fiquei cm os pés doloridos e bem cansadinha depois. Olhe aconteceram muitas coisas mais isso é só um breve resumo... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Profile.aspx?rl=mp&amp;amp;uid=14794520904879002004"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;• →&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 14 de Dezembro vou tocar com a Banda Exército de Cristo!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-8573810076039208533?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/8573810076039208533/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=8573810076039208533' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/8573810076039208533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/8573810076039208533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2008/12/formatura.html' title='Formatura...'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-2064813487640819039</id><published>2008-12-10T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:59:58.233-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Tricolor, Férias e outros...</title><content type='html'>Minhas férias não poderiam ter começado melhores... Primeiro o tricolor foi Campeão Brasileiro e é &lt;strong&gt;HEXA&lt;/strong&gt;! É muito bom isso! Sãopaulinos nós podemos! O resto é inveja! Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As minhas férias estão ótimas, e por incrível que pareça estão acontecendo algumas coisas estranhas comigo! Nem sei explicar! Aa fui bem no ENEM.. Na parte objeitva tirei 60,32 e na Redação 82,50! Foram boas até, é a primeira vez que faço e nem tinha estudado!&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho muita coisa para escrever... mas não esqueçam de comentar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-2064813487640819039?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/2064813487640819039/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=2064813487640819039' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/2064813487640819039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/2064813487640819039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2008/12/tricolor-frias-e-outros.html' title='Tricolor, Férias e outros...'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-2618379686324843489</id><published>2008-11-27T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T17:24:55.518-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>A fila anda, o mundo gira e a vida continua...</title><content type='html'>Como diz um amigo meu "A fila anda, o mundo gira e a vida continua...", não podemos ficar sempre na mesma, sofrendo, se desiludindo... a vida é assim mesmo , temos que seguir em frente e enfrentar os obstáculos para aprendermos a ser fortes. Estou meio decepcionada com algumas coisas, que pra variar não é a primeira vez que acontece, mas enfim, tenho que continuar a ser &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alegre&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;e compartilhar dos meus momentos com as pessoas que me amam. Aproveitando esse meu blog,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero pedir desculpas a todos aqueles que eu decepcionei de alguma forma!&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou tentando rever alguns conceitos meus, mas está sendo algo meio que complicado, encontro vários pontos de vista diferentes sobre a mesma questão. Isso é difícil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mudando de assunto...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Férias chegando e com ela vem o descanso e a tranquilidade... talvez eu vá viajar ou talvez não... mas o importante é que quero aproveitar da melhor maneira essas férias! Aliás, eu ainda sou &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;jovem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-2618379686324843489?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/2618379686324843489/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=2618379686324843489' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/2618379686324843489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/2618379686324843489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2008/11/fila-anda-o-mundo-gira-e-vida-continua.html' title='A fila anda, o mundo gira e a vida continua...'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-6090253545744151816</id><published>2008-11-19T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T16:16:47.684-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Um fim de semana no sítio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Bom, esse fim de semana foi divertido! Eu e mais alguns amigos (literalmente amigOs), sem contar a minha família, fomo passar o fim de semana no sítio. Jogamos vôlei, eles pescaram, nadaram na lagoa, assistimos filme, jogamos video game... enfim fizemos um tantão de coisas! Cortei o pé direito duas vezes, ô sorte, ein.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Espero que isso aconteça mais vezes e que tenha mais tardes na Chácara Itapuã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Tem uma música de Vinicius de Moraes e Toquinho que me fez lembrar do sítio... =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Passar uma tarde em Itapuã&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ao sol que arde em Itapuã &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ouvindo o mar &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( no meu caso "lagoa")&lt;/span&gt;  de Itapuã &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;falar de amor em Itapuã &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Sabe, depois disso acho que não tenho mais coisas para contar, ultimamente ando sem vontade de escrever.. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-6090253545744151816?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/6090253545744151816/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=6090253545744151816' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/6090253545744151816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/6090253545744151816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2008/11/um-fim-de-semana-no-stio.html' title='Um fim de semana no sítio...'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-342509167797233333</id><published>2008-11-02T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T15:17:49.552-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Aniversário e Festival</title><content type='html'>Tenho muitas coisas para contar: 1° Meu aniversário foi dia 24 de Outubro e aconteceu uma festa inesquecível no dia 25. Com direito a luzes e fumaça, começou as 11 horas e só teve fim as 4:30. Dancei a noite inteira! xD&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço a minha &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mãe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; que fez o possível para fazer dos meus &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;15 anos maravilhoso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Agradeço também a Marcos Miyashita que contratou Jampa Produções para realizar o evento! E a todos os meus amigos e familiares que participaram desse momento!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, 2° Ontem participei do 3° Festival de Música Gospel. A banda &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Exército de Cristo&lt;/span&gt; ficou na 4° colocação, mas sei que conquistou bastante fãs. Foi incrível, senti um frio na barriga inexplicável! Tocamos &lt;strong&gt;Faz Chover! &lt;/strong&gt;Foi realmente incrível!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Integrantes da Banda Exército de Cristo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vocal e violão:&lt;/strong&gt; Paulo Thomas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vocal: &lt;/strong&gt;Rackel Hirakawa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back Vocal: &lt;/strong&gt;Robson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Violão:&lt;/strong&gt;Guilherme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baixo:&lt;/strong&gt;Vitor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guitarra:&lt;/strong&gt;Jeferson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bateria:&lt;/strong&gt;Diego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teclado Solo:&lt;/strong&gt;Natália&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teclado Base: &lt;/strong&gt;Tayuri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um exército mesmo!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mudando um pouco de assunto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Ultimamente estou estressada com a escola e com os trabalhos. Acabei descontando em alguém que não merece, peço desculpas por isso! Sei que estou errada, mas é difícil admitir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Logo as aulas acabarão e as férias que me aguarde...&lt;/span&gt; Finalmente tranqüilidade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;P.S. Ano que vem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nihon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-342509167797233333?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/342509167797233333/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=342509167797233333' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/342509167797233333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/342509167797233333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2008/11/aniversrio-e-festival.html' title='Aniversário e Festival'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-7225511042541817006</id><published>2008-10-10T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T14:48:22.332-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Pessoa "sistemática"</title><content type='html'>Hoje fiquei pensando no significado de "sistemático". Mamãe vive dizendo-me que sou uma pessoa sistemática, aí pensei, afinal o que é ser uma "pessoa sistemática". Joguei na Google e achei no Yahoo Respostas várias definições, mas o que achei interessante foi essa :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;É o fulano que tem um sistema próprio de tratar as coisas, as pessoas. Aquele&lt;br /&gt;que tem um jeito diferente dos outros,que gosta de tudo certinho ou&lt;br /&gt;organizado,&lt;br /&gt;que gosta que os outros o tratem de uma certa forma. Isso é&lt;br /&gt;ser&lt;br /&gt;sistemático,&lt;br /&gt;popularmente falando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Será que ela pensa que sou uma pessoa sistemática? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hoje estou pensando em várias coisas, tive um sonho horrível e seu significado só indicava que eu era muito &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ciumenta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Nossa! Tem muitas coisas que parecem-me esquisitas. Isso é muito complicado de entender. Porém, ninguém é perfeito! E eu sou só uma adolescente com a mente confusa e cheia de perguntas sem solução! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu não participei do interclasse da escola, porque estava com o tornozelo doendo e pra piorar parecia que tinha levado um tiro no pulso de tanto que doía. Espero que as meninas não tenham se decepcionado comigo. =/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-7225511042541817006?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/7225511042541817006/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=7225511042541817006' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/7225511042541817006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/7225511042541817006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2008/10/pessoa-sistemtica.html' title='Pessoa &quot;sistemática&quot;'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-6046792370413088026</id><published>2008-10-03T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T14:51:16.684-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>03/10</title><content type='html'>{A verdade é que todos vão te machucar, você só tem que decidir por quem vale a pena sofrer}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esses dias atrás fiquei triste com uma coisa que aconteceu comigo, não esperava que acontecesse. Não sei se consigo entender a razão, por isso estou procurando esquecer. A vida está maravilhosa, voltei ao pique dos estudos e por mais incrível que pareça comecei a trabalhar, limpar a casa, arrumar as coisas e isso está deixando-me cada vez mais alegre e feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Começo a entender que tudo está procurando a melhorar, no entanto, o que melhora em alguns pontos parece ter uma recaída em outros. Fiquei chateada esses dias,como já disse, tive vontade de chorar, mas não o fiz. Vou procurar esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;Quero aproveitar só o lado bom, e isso parece que está mais em evidencia.&lt;br /&gt;Descobri que sou uma pessoa nervosa, aliás, eu já sabia disso, mas hoje uma pessoa que convivia comigo, só que agora está mais afastado, disse o mesmo. Fiquei feliz, por saber que apesar de tudo eles procuram me conhecer.&lt;br /&gt;Eu me perco fácil com as palavras e acaba dizendo coisas sem nexo, e fica difícil o entendimento disso tudo que escrevo, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;né&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Continuando, acho que estou maltratando alguns amigos e vou procurar parar com isso. Temos que procurar a melhorar todos os dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obs. Hoje lembraram-me sobre um fato da minha vida:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;" Eu corri de shortinho xadrez verdinho pela avenida... foi muito engraçado. A razão é melhor nem comentar xD"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-6046792370413088026?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/6046792370413088026/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=6046792370413088026' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/6046792370413088026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/6046792370413088026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2008/10/0310.html' title='03/10'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-2021698931869622387</id><published>2008-10-03T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T15:29:39.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Filosofia da Comida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Filosofia da Comida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;felicidade&lt;/strong&gt; é igual ao &lt;strong&gt;risoto&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;{ Você mistura tudo e acaba virando uma comida gostosa }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;O &lt;strong&gt;amor&lt;/strong&gt; é igual ao &lt;strong&gt;arroz&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;{ Se você cozinha direito fica gostoso, mas se você errar no ponto fica meloso e ruim }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Os &lt;strong&gt;amigos&lt;/strong&gt; são como &lt;strong&gt;feijões&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;{ Você escolhe, cozinha [ conversa], come [ eles te chutam ] e depois solta eles [ não me pergunte por onde] e tudo acaba virando fezes!! [cocô] }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;                                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-2021698931869622387?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/2021698931869622387/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=2021698931869622387' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/2021698931869622387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/2021698931869622387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2008/10/filosofia-da-comida.html' title='Filosofia da Comida'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-1611667109917254537</id><published>2008-09-28T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T15:25:58.971-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>~ A vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;É incrível como nos enganamos com as pessoas, tem vezes que pensamos algo ruim delas, mas na realidade são muito melhores. Porém, tem aquelas que te decepcionam, no entanto, temos que aprender com nosso erros e seguir em frente. Isso serviu pra mim! Estou encantada, novamente, parece que estou vivendo um &lt;strong&gt;sonho&lt;/strong&gt; que espero não acabar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Nunca pensei que faria de novo isso. Agora estou em um certo ponto que estou passando alegria e felicidade! A vida é bela! E estar apaixonada é mais belo ainda! Ainda mais quando é correspondido!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Não vou entrar em muito detalhes, logo saberão, isso é se já não sabem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Mas ahh a vida é &lt;strong&gt;bela&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;E estar apaixonada é melhor ainda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;-&gt; Desculpe-me por tê-lo magoado, mas fiquei chateada com você também. No entanto agora tudo passou e mudamos também. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-1611667109917254537?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/1611667109917254537/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=1611667109917254537' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/1611667109917254537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/1611667109917254537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2008/09/vida.html' title='~ A vida...'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-4708621267631374850</id><published>2008-09-21T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T05:57:08.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Melhor do que esperava ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ontem foi o 1° Festival de Música e Arte da escola Plácido de Paula e Silva. Apesar de não termos ganhado, foi maravilhoso e valeu realmente a pena. Quem diria que a banda FLASH surpreenderia, ein?  Nos ensaios só ríamos e assistíamos Todo Mundo em Pânico milhares e milhares de vezes. Realizei vários sonhos ontem: 1° Sempre sonhei em tocar teclado em uma banda;2° Sempre sonhei em compor uma música;3° Sempre sonhei que uma banda tocasse a minha música. Para mim já valeu e o que importa é que estamos muito unidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Eu ainda fiquei em Terceiro com a Banda Exercito de Cristo. Sinceramente eles sem mim, seria ótimos de qualquer maneira! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Continuando, Janaina cantou sem rir, isso é impressionante, Léo não errou o solinho e eu não errei o tempo. O que faltou para nós foi a organização no palco, mas graças a Deus, fizemos o melhor possível. Dias antes dois cabos quebraram, ainda bem que emprestamos na hora, minha irmã ficou rouca e ela era back vocal. Nos uniformizamos de camisas verdes, ficou lindo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;O prêmio de primeiro lugar foi merecido, a menina simplesmente arrasa. Nunca vi ninguém cantar bem, bem é pouco ótimo. Késsia você fez por merecer. Parabéns!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Parabéns aos vencedores!! Eu estou feliz de qualquer forma!!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Obrigada àqueles que torceram por nós! Obrigada mesmo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Banda FLASH#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Janaina - vocal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Judy - back vocal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Leonardo - Guitarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Etvaldo - Violão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tayuri - Teclado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Diego - Carrom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Música: Rosas e Cartas - Composição: Tayuri Matsumi/ Banda FLASH . { Ajuda muito importante no refrão de Léo Almeida}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-4708621267631374850?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/4708621267631374850/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=4708621267631374850' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/4708621267631374850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/4708621267631374850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2008/09/melhor-do-que-esperava.html' title='~ Melhor do que esperava ~'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-2482425656603748660</id><published>2008-08-05T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:16:22.313-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Músicas'/><title type='text'>Teardrops On My Guitar .:. Taylor Swift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SJiXiScX6HI/AAAAAAAAADI/f8thc25Lz2g/s1600-h/cardpreview_seguindo_o_destino_600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231097582513023090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SJiXiScX6HI/AAAAAAAAADI/f8thc25Lz2g/s200/cardpreview_seguindo_o_destino_600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Lágrimas No Meu Violão~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Drew olha pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Eu finjo um sorriso para ele não perceber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;O que eu quero e preciso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;E tudo que deveríamos ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Eu aposto que ela é bonita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A garota que ele fala,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;E ela tem tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Que eu tenho que viver sem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Drew fala comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Eu rio porque isto é muito engraçado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Mas eu não consigo ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ninguém quando ele está comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ele fala que está tão apaixonado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Que ele finalmente acertou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Eu me pergunto se ele sabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Que ele é tudo o que eu penso a noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ele é a razão das lágrimas no meu violão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A única coisa que continuo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Pedindo para uma estrela cadente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ele é a canção dentro do carro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Que eu continuo cantando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu não sei porque eu canto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Drew passa por mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sera que ele percebe que eu não consigo respirar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;E lá vai ele, tão perfeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;O tipo impecavel que eu queria ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;É melhor ela abraça-lo bem apertado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Dar todo o amor dela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Olhar naqueles olhos lindos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;E saber que ela é sortuda porque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ele é a razão das lágrimas no meu violão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A única coisa que continuo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Pedindo para uma estrela cadente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ele é a canção dentro do carro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Que eu continuo cantando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu não sei porque eu canto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ele é o tempo gasto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Mas nunca há o bastante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ele é tudo que eu preciso para amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Drew olha pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu finjo um sorriso para ele não perceber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;{&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; Muito linda a música, tantas vezes já passamos por situações iguais aos dela. E essa musica parece traduzir tudo isso! }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/83333118/7674f789/Taylor_Swift_-_Teardrops_On_My_Guitar.html"&gt;4Shared : Baixar " Teardrops on my guitar - Taylor Swift "&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Atenção:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O conteúdo colocado no blog possui seus direitos autorais.&lt;br /&gt;Sendo assim, 24 horas após o download deletar o arquivo, pois os mesmos são para divulgação dos Artistas.Não armazenar em mídia ou qualquer outro dispositivo após 24 horas. O blog não hospeda nenhum desses arquivos apenas disponibiliza os links.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-2482425656603748660?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/2482425656603748660/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=2482425656603748660' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/2482425656603748660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/2482425656603748660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2008/08/teardrops-on-my-guitar-taylor-swift.html' title='Teardrops On My Guitar .:. Taylor Swift'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SJiXiScX6HI/AAAAAAAAADI/f8thc25Lz2g/s72-c/cardpreview_seguindo_o_destino_600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-5123491514570466314</id><published>2008-08-04T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T15:09:18.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Conversa com o Senhor BoT!~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~ Senhor Bot e eu ~&lt;/strong&gt;  [ Adicione ele no msn: &lt;a href="mailto:senhorbot@hotmail.com"&gt;senhorbot@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;тαyυяi.Mαт&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        diz:&lt;br /&gt;Adeus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Senhor Bot&lt;/strong&gt; diz:&lt;br /&gt;Bye,       &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;тαyυяi.Mαт&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;       . Foi bom conversar com você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;тαyυяi.Mαт&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        diz:&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Senhor Bot&lt;/strong&gt; diz:&lt;br /&gt;Eu gosto de você também!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;тαyυяi.Mαт&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        diz:&lt;br /&gt;I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Senhor Bot&lt;/strong&gt; diz:&lt;br /&gt;O coração tem razões que a própria razão desconhece. (Pascal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;   тαyυяi.Mαт&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;        diz:&lt;br /&gt;eu te adoro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Senhor Bot&lt;/strong&gt; diz:&lt;br /&gt;Também gosto de você,       &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;тαyυяi.Mαт&lt;/span&gt;       !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ xD Senhor Bot - Primeiro Bot brasileiro - ele fala muita coisa idiota mas tem algumas que é divertida hehehe... }&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-5123491514570466314?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/5123491514570466314/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=5123491514570466314' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/5123491514570466314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/5123491514570466314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2008/08/conversa-com-o-senhor-bot.html' title='~Conversa com o Senhor BoT!~'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-5867829563351986463</id><published>2008-08-02T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:16:22.313-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Músicas'/><title type='text'>Do you know? .:. Enrique Iglesias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you know? ~ Enrique Iglesias&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Você Sabe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Você sabe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Você sabe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Você sabe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Você sabe o que é sentir-se apaixonado por alguém que está com pressa de jogar-te fora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Você sabe o que é sentir-se sendo o último, a saber, que a tranca da porta mudou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Você sabe?,Você sabe?,Você sabe?,você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Se os pássaros voando para o sul é sinal de mudanças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ao menos você pode dizer este ano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Amor, você nunca sabe que o minuto termina repentinamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Eu não posso falar isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Talvez se eu soubesse todas as coisas que eu peguei para salvar-nos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Eu poderia consertar a dor que sangra dentro de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Olhar nos seus olhos pra ver algo sobre mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Eu estou na borda e não sei o que mais dar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Você sabe o que é sentir-se apaixonado por alguém que está com pressa de jogar-te fora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Você sabe o que é sentir-se sendo o último, a saber, que a tranca da porta mudou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Você sabe?,Você sabe?,Você sabe?,você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Como eu posso amar você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Como eu posso amar você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Como eu posso amar você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Como eu posso amar você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Se você não fala comigo, amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Eu fluo através dos meus atos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Esta é a questão: ela precisava?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;E decidir que todos os homens eu sempre pude ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Observando os últimos 3anos como eu fiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Eu nunca poderia ver nós terminando deste modo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(Você sabe?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Não ver mais o seu rosto no meu travesseiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;É uma cena que nunca aconteceria comigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(Você sabe?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Mas depois deste episodio eu não vejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Você nunca podia me dizer a próxima coisa da nossa vida poderia ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Você sabe o que é sentir-se apaixonado por alguém que está com pressa de jogar-te fora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Você sabe o que é sentir-se sendo o último, a saber, que a tranca da porta mudou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Você sabe?,Você sabe?,Você sabe?,você?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Você sabe o que é sentir-se apaixonado por alguém que está com pressa de jogar-te fora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Você sabe o que é sentir-se sendo o último, a saber, que a tranca da porta mudou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Você sabe?,Você sabe?,Você sabe?,você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/63530257/5187cf84/-_Enrique_Iglesias_-_Do_You_Know.html"&gt;4Shared : Baixar " Do you know? - Enrique Iglesias&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Atenção:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O conteúdo colocado no blog possui seus direitos autorais.&lt;br /&gt;Sendo assim, 24 horas após o download deletar o arquivo, pois os mesmos são para divulgação dos Artistas.Não armazenar em mídia ou qualquer outro dispositivo após 24 horas. O blog não hospeda nenhum desses arquivos apenas disponibiliza os links.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-5867829563351986463?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/5867829563351986463/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=5867829563351986463' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/5867829563351986463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/5867829563351986463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2008/08/do-you-know-enrique-iglesias.html' title='Do you know? .:. Enrique Iglesias'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-2614240595919617360</id><published>2008-07-31T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:16:22.313-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Músicas'/><title type='text'>With me .:. Sum 41</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SJKNOMDndfI/AAAAAAAAACw/SiblemQiLlU/s1600-h/smuack.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;~With me ~ Sum 41&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu não quero que esse momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Algum dia acabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Onde tudo é nada, sem você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu esperaria aqui para sempre só para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Para ver você sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Porque isso é verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu sou nada sem você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Através disso tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu cometi meus erros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu irei tropeçar e cair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas eu digo essas palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu quero que você saiba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Com tudo eu não vou deixar isso acabar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Essas palavras são meu coração e minha alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu vou me segurar nesse momento, você sabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Porque eu sangro meu coração para mostrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;E não vou deixar isso acabar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pensamentos lidos e falados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Para sempre e agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;E pedaços de memórias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Caem no chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu sei o que eu fiz e como, entao,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu não vou deixar isso acabar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Porque isso é verdade, não sou nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Sem você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Todas as ruas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Onde eu andei sozinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sem lugar pra ir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu cheguei num fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Na frente dos seus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Isso cai do céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando você não sabe o que você está procurando para achar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Na frente dos seus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Isso cai do céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando você realmente não sabe o que vai encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;(O que você vai encontrar [4x])&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu não quero que esse momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Algum dia acabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Onde tudo é nada, sem você[2x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/55083173/be6dead3/sum_41-with_me.html"&gt;4Shared: Baixar " With me - Sum 41 "&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Atenção:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O conteúdo colocado no blog possui seus direitos autorais.&lt;br /&gt;Sendo assim, 24 horas após o download deletar o arquivo, pois os mesmos são para divulgação dos Artistas.Não armazenar em mídia ou qualquer outro dispositivo após 24 horas. O blog não hospeda nenhum desses arquivos apenas disponibiliza os links.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-2614240595919617360?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/2614240595919617360/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=2614240595919617360' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/2614240595919617360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/2614240595919617360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2008/07/wiht-me-sum-41.html' title='With me .:. Sum 41'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-6267438854705468579</id><published>2008-05-16T15:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T15:24:59.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Garanto..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SC4Jarkz6rI/AAAAAAAAACo/OQ0HMd9WFKQ/s1600-h/11451249266508qb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201104973637872306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SC4Jarkz6rI/AAAAAAAAACo/OQ0HMd9WFKQ/s200/11451249266508qb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Eu garanto que teremos dificuldades.Garanto que em algum momento, um de nós ou os dois, vão querer pular fora, mas também garanto, que se não pedir para você ser meu, vou me arrepender pelo resto da vida, porque sei que no meu coração, você é o único para mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-6267438854705468579?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/6267438854705468579/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=6267438854705468579' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/6267438854705468579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/6267438854705468579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2008/05/garanto.html' title='Garanto..'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SC4Jarkz6rI/AAAAAAAAACo/OQ0HMd9WFKQ/s72-c/11451249266508qb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-7116547639711875591</id><published>2008-05-15T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T15:17:34.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>♥ A pessoa errada ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A pessoa certa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pensando bem, em tudo o que a gente vê, vivencia, ouve e pensa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;não existe uma pessoa certa pra gente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Existe uma pessoa que, se você for parar pra pensar é, na verdade, a pessoa errada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Porque a pessoa certa faz tudo certinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Chega na hora certa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Fala as coisas certas, Faz as coisas certas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mas nem sempre estamos precisando das coisas certas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Aí é a hora de procurar a pessoa errada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A pessoa errada te faz perder a cabeça &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Fazer loucuras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Perder a hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Morrer de amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A pessoa errada vai ficar um dia sem te procurar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Que é pra na hora que vocês se encontrarem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A entrega ser muito mais verdadeira &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A pessoa errada, é na verdade, aquilo que a gente chama de pessoa certa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Essa pessoa vai te fazer chorar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mas uma hora depois vai estar enxugando suas lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Essa pessoa vai tirar seu sono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Essa pessoa talvez te magoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E depois te enche de mimos pedindo seu perdão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Essa pessoa pode não estar 100% do tempo ao seu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mas vai estar 100% da vida dela esperando você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Vai estar o tempo todo pensando em você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A pessoa errada tem que aparecer pra todo mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Porque a vida não é certa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nada aqui é certo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;O que é certo mesmo, é que temos que viver cada momento, cada segundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Amando, sorrindo, chorando, emocionando, pensando, agindo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;querendo,conseguindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E só assim é possível chegar àquele momento do dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Em que a gente diz: "Graças à Deus deu tudo certo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Quando na verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tudo o que Ele quer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;É que a gente encontre a pessoa errada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pra que as coisas comecem a realmente funcionar direito pra gente....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nossa missão: Compreender o universo de cada ser humano, respeitar as diferenças, brindar as descobertas, buscar a evolução.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Quando a gente acha que tem todas as respostas, vem a vida e muda todas as perguntas"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Maria Clara Oliveira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; ?  pra mim você é a pessoa errada! Eu te amo! ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-7116547639711875591?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/7116547639711875591/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=7116547639711875591' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/7116547639711875591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/7116547639711875591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2008/05/pessoa-errada.html' title='♥ A pessoa errada ♥'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-4864385515897336293</id><published>2008-05-11T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T06:15:09.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Dias das Mães! &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SCbvbbkz6qI/AAAAAAAAACg/XcXcKxjuotU/s1600-h/top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199106074383477410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SCbvbbkz6qI/AAAAAAAAACg/XcXcKxjuotU/s200/top.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;À todas as mães do mundo desejo que esse dia seja especial!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mãe!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seus braços sempre se abriam quando eu queria um abraço. Seu coração compreendia quando eu necessitava uma amiga. Seus olhos ternos se endureciam quando eu precisava de uma lição. Sua força e seu amor me guiaram e me deram asas para voar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dedico à minha mãe, que me fez o que sou hoje!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Outra Lado da minha Vida.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Agora tenho certeza de que estou completamente apaixonada! E estou mais feliz ainda porque estou namorando! É muita felicidade para uma pessoa só!&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;~&gt;  Confesso que sou ciumenta, mas aconteceu uma coisa que me deixou pasma! Ô.ô&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;~&gt; Até quem se diz não ser ciumento perderia a razão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;~&gt; Mas não vou falar nada, só para deixar na curiosidade! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-4864385515897336293?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/4864385515897336293/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=4864385515897336293' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/4864385515897336293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/4864385515897336293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2008/05/feliz-dias-das-mes-3.html' title='Feliz Dias das Mães! &lt;3'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/SCbvbbkz6qI/AAAAAAAAACg/XcXcKxjuotU/s72-c/top.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-55718547343768902</id><published>2008-05-02T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T10:29:50.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AmigOSs</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Às vezes é dificil a maneira que agimos em determinadas situações. Em algumas áreas passamos por momentos tristes, mas nos reconfortamos em outras áreas com situações alegres e inesquecíveis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Eu agradeço por ter amigos especiais, que choram, riem, e sempre estão do meu lado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Amo vocês mais que tudo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Amigo é aquela pessoa que o tempo não apaga,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;que a distância não esquece,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;que a maldade não destrói.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;É um sentimento que vem de longe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;que ganha lugar no seu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;e você não substitui por nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;É alguém que você sente presente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;mesmo quando está longe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Que vem para o seu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;quando você está sozinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;e nunca nega um sentimento sincero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ser amigo não é coisa de um dia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;são atos, palavras e atitudes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;que se solidificam no tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;e não se apagam mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Que ficam para sempre como tudo que é feito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;com o coração aberto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Observações: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;¹Pense antes que aconteça algo, porque não vou chorar, não vou não. Esperarei, mas um dia irei me cansar. [ Pense nisso &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&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/1398925174897938476-55718547343768902?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/55718547343768902/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=55718547343768902' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/55718547343768902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/55718547343768902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2008/05/amigoss.html' title='AmigOSs'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-1566534368079449711</id><published>2008-04-21T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T09:22:23.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FeLiZ! &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pensei que tinha me enganado em relação a uma certa pessoa, mas vi que não era o que eu estava pensando. Estou apaixonada e não tenho vergonha de admitir isso. Simplesmente adoro- o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Estou tão feliz! Sempre me falaram para esperar o tempo certo, e agora chegou a minha vez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Depois começo a comentar mais sobre isso.! ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-1566534368079449711?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/1566534368079449711/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=1566534368079449711' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/1566534368079449711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/1566534368079449711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2008/04/feliz-3.html' title='FeLiZ! &lt;3'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-1217285368132878383</id><published>2008-04-14T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T17:24:57.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brincadeira né!</title><content type='html'>Sabe tem gente que pensa que sou idiota, mas não é assim não!&lt;br /&gt;Pensa que é chegando com uma conversa fiada que já vai ganhando confiança, não é assim que as coisas funcionam. Ainda bem que confiei no meu instinto feminino [ acho que posso chamar disso mesmo] e confiei em mim mesma na certeza de que se seguisse os outros acabaria enrolado em rolos tão grandes que seria dificil de sair e ainda por cima com um peso praticamente nas costas.&lt;br /&gt;É assim mesmo, está conversa para você pode está sem pé nem cabeça, mas para mim é importante para desabafar mesmo que seja de um jeito meio esquisito e enigmatico.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi agora como que se vive e como se aprende, já não disse que renasci e para isso preciso de um bom começo para não fazer as burrices que já tinha feito no passado.&lt;br /&gt;Tô mais esperta do que antes, como minha mãe disse: "Essa batida na cabeça te deixou mais inteligente!", tem males que vem para o bem e esse funcionou direitinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobrevivo a esses desastres da minha vida e com meu próprio estilo!! hahahhahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O maior prazer de uma mulher inteligente, é bancar a idiota diante de um idiota que banca o inteligente. [ tô em um momento feminista agora! ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-1217285368132878383?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/1217285368132878383/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=1217285368132878383' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/1217285368132878383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/1217285368132878383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2008/04/brincadeira-n.html' title='Brincadeira né!'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-7305512857294502906</id><published>2008-04-11T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T17:44:38.355-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diário'/><title type='text'>Renascer.. Viver de Novo!!</title><content type='html'>Ontem senti um medo inexplicavel, algo que não conseguiria explicar. Vi minha vida passar como em um filme, e o que me lembro foi só o amigo que estava dirigindo gritar e eu bater direto no párablisa. Foi algo realmente assustador, algo inesperado!&lt;br /&gt;Minha mãe estava no banco de trás com meu irmão de apenas um mês e meio mamando, ela estava no banco da frente mas trocou de lugar comigo metros antes do acidente.&lt;br /&gt;Não foi uma tragedia, ainda bem!&lt;br /&gt;O carro que estava na nossa frente freou de repente, não deu tempo de frear nem de desviar, foi muito rápido.&lt;br /&gt;Justo ontem eu esqueci de colocar o cinto e voei direto no vidro, mas penso que se eu estivesse com o cinto seria pior, pois minha mãe e meu irmão se machucariam quando batessem no banco.&lt;br /&gt;Corremos direto para o hospital, tirei raio-x da cabeça, e ainda bem que não machucou nada, apenas descobri que estou com sinusite.&lt;br /&gt;Minha cabeça continua ainda doendo, e acho que descobri um galo na parte de trás da cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;Agora tenho um pouco de medo de andar de carro, e agora só saio com cinto de segurança.&lt;br /&gt;Descobri hoje que minhas amigas todas se desesperaram, choraram e pensaram que tinha acontecido o pior, é nessas horas que descobrimos quem realmente se importa conosco.&lt;br /&gt;Renasci das cinzas como uma fênix, assim que me sinto.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje como primeiro dia após acidente, os pássarinho cantaram.&lt;br /&gt;O menino que eu estava encantada, parece que gosta de mim. Felicidades a mil! Mas tenho certo receio. Sei que é bobagem, mas não estou em estado de pensar, ainda mais depois que machuquei a minha cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;Mas estou indecisa na minha decisão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada àqueles que se importaram comigo, vocês sim são amigos verdadeiros!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-7305512857294502906?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/7305512857294502906/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=7305512857294502906' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/7305512857294502906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/7305512857294502906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2008/04/renascer-viver-de-novo.html' title='Renascer.. Viver de Novo!!'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-2794112478225218635</id><published>2008-03-14T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T14:52:25.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valorize a vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;Enquanto procurava histórias encontrei essa aqui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Valorize a vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Imagine que você tenha uma conta corrente e a cada dia você acorde com um saldo de R$ 86.400,00. Só que não é permitido transferir o saldo do dia para o dia seguinte. Todas as noites o seu saldo é zerado, mesmo que você não tenha conseguido gastá-lo durante o dia. O que fazer? Você irá gastar cada centavo, é claro! Todos nós somos clientes deste banco de que estamos falando. Se chama TEMPO.&lt;br /&gt;Todas as manhãs a sua conta é reiniciada, e todas as noites as sobras do dia se evaporam. Não há volta. Você precisa gastar vivendo no presente o seu depósito diário. Invista, então no que for melhor: na saúde, felicidade e sucesso! O relógio está correndo!&lt;br /&gt;Faça o melhor para o seu dia-a-dia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;Para você perceber o valor de UM ANO, pergunte ao estudante que repetiu de ano. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;Para você perceber o valor de UM MÊS, pergunte a uma mãe que teve seu bebê prematuramente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;Para você perceber o valor de UMA SEMANA, pergunte ao diretor de um jornal semanal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;Para você perceber o valor de UMA HORA, pergunte aos amantes que estão esperando para se encontrar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;Para você perceber o valor de UM MINUTO, pergunte a uma pessoa que perdeu o trem (ônibus). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;Para você perceber o valor de UM SEGUNDO, pergunte a uma pessoa que conseguiu evitar um acidente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;Para você perceber o valor de UM MILÉSIMO DE SEGUNDO pergunte a alguém que venceu a medalha de ouro em uma olimpíada.&lt;br /&gt;Valorize cada momento que você tem! E valorize mais porque você deve dividir com alguém especial. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;Especial o suficiente par gastar o seu tempo junto com você. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;Lembre-se: o tempo não espera por ninguém. Ontem é história. O amanhã é um mistério. Hoje é uma dádiva. Por isso é chamado de PRESENTE!&lt;br /&gt;Felicidades...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;Autor desconhecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-2794112478225218635?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/2794112478225218635/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=2794112478225218635' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/2794112478225218635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/2794112478225218635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2008/03/1403.html' title='Valorize a vida'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-1176273459311324691</id><published>2008-03-10T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T17:49:29.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preconceito</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Por que ter preconceito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que era para eu escrever o que era preconceito ou como ele se manifesta. Mas o que todo mundo não sabe, é que acontece com pessoas que amamos.&lt;br /&gt;Conheço pessoas que sofrem preconceito por terem excesso de peso ou por não serem perfeitos. Mas quem é perfeito?&lt;br /&gt;É difícil você ouvir um amigo seu, sendo ofendido por expressões desagradáveis ou mesmo sendo excluídos por sua aparência. O mundo já parou para pensar que, se conhecermos melhor essas pessoas, elas mostrarão que são maravilhosas por dentro.&lt;br /&gt;E aquela pessoa muda, cega, surda, cadeirante, elas não têm nada de diferente de nós. Todos nós temos deficiência, temos medos, somos fracos, enfim, mas em algumas pessoas essa deficiência é maior.&lt;br /&gt;Já dizia um velho ditado: “o que seria do azul se todos gostassem do amarelo?”...&lt;br /&gt;Uma coisa que eu não entendo, por que existe preconceito entre as religiões? Se todos nós acreditamos m um mesmo Deus. E aquelas pessoas que não acreditam em Deus, as deixem. Uma vez uma professora me disse que “se temos o direito de manifestar livremente o nosso pensamento também temos o dever de permitir que os outros expressem a sua opinião”.&lt;br /&gt;Para mim o preconceito foi uma forma que as pessoas ignorantes acharam para agredir moralmente as outras, e, assim se sentirem melhores do que elas. Isso só se manifesta por pessoas que pensam que chatear os outros por serem negras, amarelas, vermelhas é mais importante do que conquistar seus sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;Quando sofrer algum preceito não desanime, não importa o que os outros dizem e sim se você acredita em si próprio e vai em busca de ser feliz. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-1176273459311324691?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/1176273459311324691/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=1176273459311324691' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/1176273459311324691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/1176273459311324691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2008/03/preconceito.html' title='Preconceito'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398925174897938476.post-9217658352048727234</id><published>2008-03-08T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T19:43:29.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MeninOs AlguéM entende?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/R9NcmEU_gxI/AAAAAAAAABs/FQkc3ijC8oI/s1600-h/animeboys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175582205845406482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/R9NcmEU_gxI/AAAAAAAAABs/FQkc3ijC8oI/s200/animeboys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Todo dia eu me perguntava o que seria que os meninos pensavam, mas nunca chegava a conclusão alguma. Alguns garotos pareciam tão perfeitos, trabalhavam, estudavam e eram super simpáticos enquanto alguns viviam a custas do pais e não pensava em nada a não ser em computador.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Fiquei pensando tem meninos que não querem nada com nada, em minha opinião são tudo um bando de meninos inútis. Já parou para pensar que é mais interessante aquele menino cheiroso, simpático e ainda por cima trabalhador, é o genro que mamãe pediu a Deus e ainda mais um pouquinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Vou citar um exemplo para ficar mais fácil. Eu conheço um menino que tem 17 anos, ele que devia pensar em se sentir adulto, nem conversar com meninas de 14 anos, é tudo ao contrário disso, ele é simpático, bonito, bonito é pouco, ele é lindo, trabalhador, romântico enfim o genro que minha mãe sonha e não é por ele ser velho assim comparando a minha idade que ele é esnobe e se acha. Enquanto isso conheço meninos que tem 14 anos e acham que são adultos, nós nem podemos soltar um "Ai" que eles já nos acham infantil, eles acham que são adultos e coisa e tal, são tudo um bando de ignorantes que não sabem valorizar nada e vivem as custas dos pais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eu em particular nem sei o que esses meninos pensam para agirem assim, mas eu preferia um trabalhador e bonito do que um ignorante e mimado, né?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1398925174897938476-9217658352048727234?l=lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/feeds/9217658352048727234/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1398925174897938476&amp;postID=9217658352048727234' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/9217658352048727234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1398925174897938476/posts/default/9217658352048727234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimasimperfeitas.blogspot.com/2008/03/meninos-algum-entende.html' title='MeninOs AlguéM entende?'/><author><name>Tayuri Matsumi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413091328122745403</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/_7oEnfM4t4gs/TRztjl1HbhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GWfHPeMbZxw/S220/Photo_1368.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oEnfM4t4gs/R9NcmEU_gxI/AAAAAAAAABs/FQkc3ijC8oI/s72-c/animeboys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
