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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;besitos ;@@@@@@@@@@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670802181693295054-5854797954457680026?l=umachancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachancee.blogspot.com/feeds/5854797954457680026/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670802181693295054&amp;postID=5854797954457680026' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670802181693295054/posts/default/5854797954457680026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670802181693295054/posts/default/5854797954457680026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachancee.blogspot.com/2010/03/little-time.html' title='&quot;little time&quot;'/><author><name>pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10239172059243996760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/S5RDzFwbUoI/AAAAAAAAAls/sKMdCKin8Xo/S220/IMG0028A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670802181693295054.post-3382527593340352933</id><published>2010-02-09T20:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T20:34:18.117-06:00</updated><title type='text'>believe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Acredites em tu mesmo que serás covarde suficiente para não querer mais chorar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;pâmela dechering. ;@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br 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alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429509962763548626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Achei essa foto hilária!&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora só ando assim! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;só pra atualizar aqui mesmo, besitos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670802181693295054-5859900075539648763?l=umachancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachancee.blogspot.com/feeds/5859900075539648763/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670802181693295054&amp;postID=5859900075539648763' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670802181693295054.post-3492478092865308005</id><published>2009-12-22T17:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T18:07:26.001-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I and a beer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/SzFcsyQLqsI/AAAAAAAAAjA/ybhNjwL9L0I/s1600-h/homer-and-beer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418213751177063106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/SzFcsyQLqsI/AAAAAAAAAjA/ybhNjwL9L0I/s400/homer-and-beer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Porque tudo sempre acaba assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I and a beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/SzFcl2hritI/AAAAAAAAAi4/sYdO2wI4ZL0/s1600-h/homer-and-beer.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670802181693295054-3492478092865308005?l=umachancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachancee.blogspot.com/feeds/3492478092865308005/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670802181693295054&amp;postID=3492478092865308005' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670802181693295054/posts/default/3492478092865308005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670802181693295054/posts/default/3492478092865308005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachancee.blogspot.com/2009/12/porque-tudo-sempre-acaba-assim.html' title='I and a beer.'/><author><name>pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10239172059243996760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/S5RDzFwbUoI/AAAAAAAAAls/sKMdCKin8Xo/S220/IMG0028A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/SzFcsyQLqsI/AAAAAAAAAjA/ybhNjwL9L0I/s72-c/homer-and-beer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670802181693295054.post-4557426806293625511</id><published>2009-12-14T04:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T04:33:37.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>abrazame - altavoz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/SyYSnZwlw3I/AAAAAAAAAiA/lq0U2j52Znk/s1600-h/DSC09817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/SyYSnZwlw3I/AAAAAAAAAiA/lq0U2j52Znk/s200/DSC09817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415036070098486130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tienes que saber&lt;br /&gt;Que es lo ultimo que pido&lt;br /&gt;Que estoy desesperado&lt;br /&gt;Y según mis latidos&lt;br /&gt;No me queda mucho tiempo a mi favor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Y antes de perder de vista mi camiño&lt;br /&gt;Quiero mirarte un poco&lt;br /&gt;Y soñar que el destino&lt;br /&gt;Es junto a ti mi amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quedate un segundo aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  A hacerme conpañia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  Quedate un tantito mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  Quiero sentirte mia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  Y abrazame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  y abrazame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  Y abrazame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/SyYSmxCplbI/AAAAAAAAAh4/o0ThBzHs9Rs/s1600-h/DSC09803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 188px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/SyYSmxCplbI/AAAAAAAAAh4/o0ThBzHs9Rs/s200/DSC09803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415036059168380338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoy me he dado cuenta&lt;br /&gt;Que no habia sentido&lt;br /&gt;Tanto miedo antes&lt;br /&gt;Que yo no decido&lt;br /&gt;Que Dios va hacer mejor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Y antes de perder de vista mi camiño&lt;br /&gt;Quiero mirarte un poco&lt;br /&gt;Y soñar que el destino&lt;br /&gt;Es junto a ti mi amor&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/6670802181693295054-4557426806293625511?l=umachancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://letras.terra.com.br/altavoz/992054/' title='abrazame - altavoz'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/S5RDzFwbUoI/AAAAAAAAAls/sKMdCKin8Xo/S220/IMG0028A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/SyYSnZwlw3I/AAAAAAAAAiA/lq0U2j52Znk/s72-c/DSC09817.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670802181693295054.post-8960371711597317853</id><published>2009-10-26T18:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:32:07.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do you believe in life after love? You always believed! and now? do you believe?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But I will make you hurt.. all time, if you will believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670802181693295054-8960371711597317853?l=umachancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachancee.blogspot.com/feeds/8960371711597317853/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670802181693295054&amp;postID=8960371711597317853' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670802181693295054/posts/default/8960371711597317853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670802181693295054/posts/default/8960371711597317853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachancee.blogspot.com/2009/10/do-you-believe-in-life-after-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10239172059243996760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/S5RDzFwbUoI/AAAAAAAAAls/sKMdCKin8Xo/S220/IMG0028A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670802181693295054.post-1128478012365842628</id><published>2009-10-16T21:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T21:46:25.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>eco4planet.com/pt/</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" class="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O que é o eco4planet e por que usar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="top"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img195.imageshack.us/img195/2539/eco4planetgdetr.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 126px;" src="http://img195.imageshack.us/img195/2539/eco4planetgdetr.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;O eco4planet utiliza o sistema Google™ Pesquisas Personalizadas, mantendo assim a mundialmente reconhecida capacidade das buscas Google™, com um visual também simples e rápido, porém &lt;strong&gt;inovador&lt;/strong&gt; na utilização predominante da cor preta para gerar economia de energia. Sua criação prova que pequenas ações diárias podem gerar economia de energia, resultando em menores gastos e ainda vários outros benefícios.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Desde agosto de 2009 o &lt;strong&gt;eco4planet &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.eco4planet.com/2009/08/novidade-a-partir-de-agora-suas-pesquisas-se-transformao-em-arvores-de-verdade/"&gt;efetua o plantio de árvores&lt;/a&gt; de acordo com o número de acessos ao portal, um passo importantíssimo para sua proposta ecológica - mais uma vez provamos que todos tem condições de colaborar com o meio ambiente e a sua participação divulgando o &lt;strong&gt;eco4planet&lt;/strong&gt; é fundamental. Você pode acompanhar o contador de árvores na &lt;a href="http://www.eco4planet.com/pt/.%5C"&gt;página principal&lt;/a&gt; e nos seguir via &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/eco4planet"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt; para ficar por dentro das datas e locais de plantio &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;O &lt;strong&gt;eco4planet &lt;/strong&gt;ainda economiza energia pois sua tela é predominantemente preta, e um monitor utiliza até &lt;strong&gt;20% menos energia&lt;/strong&gt; para exibi-la se comparado à tela branca. Considerando as &lt;a href="http://www.comscore.com/Press_Events/Press_Releases/2009/8/Global_Search_Market_Draws_More_than_100_Billion_Searches_per_Month"&gt;mais de 2,55 bilhões de buscas diárias realizadas no Google™&lt;/a&gt; com tempo médio suposto em 10 segundos por pesquisa e a proporção de monitores por tecnologia utilizada, teríamos com um buscador de fundo preto a economia anual de mais de 7 Milhões de Kilowatts-hora! Esse valor equivale à:&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;ul style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mais de 63 milhões de televisores em cores desligados por 1 hora;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mais de 77 milhões de geladeiras desligadas por 1 hora;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mais de 175 milhões de lâmpadas desligadas por 1 hora;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mais de 58 milhões de computadores desligados por 1 hora.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Economizar energia é uma forma de &lt;strong&gt;ajudar o planeta&lt;/strong&gt; uma vez que para geração de eletricidade incorre-se no alagamento de grandes áreas (hidrelétricas), poluição do ar com queima de combustíveis (termoelétricas), produção de lixo atômico (usinas nucleares), dentre outros problemas ambientais. Soma-se a isso o fato de que o eco4planet pode gerar &lt;strong&gt;menor cansaço visual&lt;/strong&gt; ao visitante se comparado a uma página predominantemente branca.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sendo assim não há dúvidas de que essa ação é extremamente válida uma vez que somados os usuários teremos um resultado realmente significativo de economia de energia, gastos, preservação da natureza, e ainda mais: acreditamos que olhar sempre para o eco4planet fará com que as pessoas se &lt;strong&gt;lembrem da necessidade contínua&lt;/strong&gt; de economizar energia elétrica e proteger a Natureza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;fica a dicaaaaaaa beijos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670802181693295054-1128478012365842628?l=umachancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachancee.blogspot.com/feeds/1128478012365842628/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670802181693295054&amp;postID=1128478012365842628' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670802181693295054/posts/default/1128478012365842628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670802181693295054/posts/default/1128478012365842628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachancee.blogspot.com/2009/10/eco4planetcompt.html' title='eco4planet.com/pt/'/><author><name>pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10239172059243996760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/S5RDzFwbUoI/AAAAAAAAAls/sKMdCKin8Xo/S220/IMG0028A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670802181693295054.post-1383964044519201564</id><published>2009-10-12T20:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T20:38:37.318-05:00</updated><title type='text'>drink me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/StPZ4QzhKfI/AAAAAAAAAhM/mM9XuiEUq8g/s1600-h/OgAAAI43TQaOh3aeeoiAUae13Ew01MiUF8c9Se8E3vrgcsM9gwEKhRnUk5ESs1xsEvMwaNnOO4Gq1wvTaji8eK5hoe4Am1T1UCDB5VMlkv7rpwqxjTuPsvwiJel1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/StPZ4QzhKfI/AAAAAAAAAhM/mM9XuiEUq8g/s320/OgAAAI43TQaOh3aeeoiAUae13Ew01MiUF8c9Se8E3vrgcsM9gwEKhRnUk5ESs1xsEvMwaNnOO4Gq1wvTaji8eK5hoe4Am1T1UCDB5VMlkv7rpwqxjTuPsvwiJel1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391892739499567602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Que final de semana/feriado foi esse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;bebi horrores, dancei muuuuito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;quero denovo denovo e denovo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;beijos e boa semana ;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670802181693295054-1383964044519201564?l=umachancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachancee.blogspot.com/feeds/1383964044519201564/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670802181693295054&amp;postID=1383964044519201564' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670802181693295054/posts/default/1383964044519201564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670802181693295054/posts/default/1383964044519201564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachancee.blogspot.com/2009/10/drink-me.html' title='drink me'/><author><name>pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10239172059243996760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/S5RDzFwbUoI/AAAAAAAAAls/sKMdCKin8Xo/S220/IMG0028A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/StPZ4QzhKfI/AAAAAAAAAhM/mM9XuiEUq8g/s72-c/OgAAAI43TQaOh3aeeoiAUae13Ew01MiUF8c9Se8E3vrgcsM9gwEKhRnUk5ESs1xsEvMwaNnOO4Gq1wvTaji8eK5hoe4Am1T1UCDB5VMlkv7rpwqxjTuPsvwiJel1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670802181693295054.post-5360801868145349148</id><published>2009-10-04T16:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T16:09:27.834-05:00</updated><title type='text'>(L)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/SskNnhT7d6I/AAAAAAAAAhE/4VHjMok-T8U/s1600-h/DSC06594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/SskNnhT7d6I/AAAAAAAAAhE/4VHjMok-T8U/s320/DSC06594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388853401733527458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Assim?&lt;br /&gt; TUDO DESCE REDONDO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; beijos e boa semana &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670802181693295054-5360801868145349148?l=umachancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachancee.blogspot.com/feeds/5360801868145349148/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670802181693295054&amp;postID=5360801868145349148' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670802181693295054/posts/default/5360801868145349148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670802181693295054/posts/default/5360801868145349148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachancee.blogspot.com/2009/10/l.html' title='(L)'/><author><name>pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10239172059243996760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/S5RDzFwbUoI/AAAAAAAAAls/sKMdCKin8Xo/S220/IMG0028A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/SskNnhT7d6I/AAAAAAAAAhE/4VHjMok-T8U/s72-c/DSC06594.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670802181693295054.post-3083279890525030096</id><published>2009-10-03T11:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T12:26:12.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/SseJFmi3QxI/AAAAAAAAAgU/2YDrb522LSE/s1600-h/DSC08872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/SseJFmi3QxI/AAAAAAAAAgU/2YDrb522LSE/s320/DSC08872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388426208511214354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aquele último beijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;   Tinha mesmo um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;   Gosto estranho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;   Um sabor de despedida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;   Bem que eu queria deixar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;   Tudo sempre igual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;   Para você e para mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;@ thedy corrêa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670802181693295054-3083279890525030096?l=umachancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachancee.blogspot.com/feeds/3083279890525030096/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670802181693295054&amp;postID=3083279890525030096' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670802181693295054/posts/default/3083279890525030096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670802181693295054/posts/default/3083279890525030096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachancee.blogspot.com/2009/10/diga-el-e-que-voce-me-viu-que-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10239172059243996760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/S5RDzFwbUoI/AAAAAAAAAls/sKMdCKin8Xo/S220/IMG0028A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/SseJFmi3QxI/AAAAAAAAAgU/2YDrb522LSE/s72-c/DSC08872.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670802181693295054.post-6552612159431440333</id><published>2009-09-09T21:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T21:26:56.249-05:00</updated><title type='text'>frases feitas de pâmela dechering</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/SqhhXtUD8xI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/ceN4ABgXGjs/s1600-h/DSC07685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/SqhhXtUD8xI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/ceN4ABgXGjs/s320/DSC07685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379656814822683410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Escrevi no muro, palavras minhas, antes que termine o dia, meu amor"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/SqhhXLhsLKI/AAAAAAAAAfI/IvRs9J0CBD4/s1600-h/DSC08105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/SqhhXLhsLKI/AAAAAAAAAfI/IvRs9J0CBD4/s320/DSC08105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379656805753040034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;"É como eu digo gent. O chique é ser brega"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/SqhhWztbsHI/AAAAAAAAAfA/mnTdSgNEVfU/s1600-h/DSC08082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/SqhhWztbsHI/AAAAAAAAAfA/mnTdSgNEVfU/s320/DSC08082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379656799359840370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Olha só, que cara de BV!" BV Pâmela? "Sim, Bem Vadia!" - risos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/SqhjrQri2mI/AAAAAAAAAfg/7nlXAq0L4fM/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+OgAAAOqTIEEcoCMb6WsQmpy713GJ4mCpqZHTleGm5EyBT9GjAqMnaDhP2QY5M5_pk-rOdQ9kwOEBFEUPudFylwk5PGgAm1T1UFdOv4cdh01kv4MjZrFESEtDe7Yz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/SqhjrQri2mI/AAAAAAAAAfg/7nlXAq0L4fM/s320/C%C3%B3pia+de+OgAAAOqTIEEcoCMb6WsQmpy713GJ4mCpqZHTleGm5EyBT9GjAqMnaDhP2QY5M5_pk-rOdQ9kwOEBFEUPudFylwk5PGgAm1T1UFdOv4cdh01kv4MjZrFESEtDe7Yz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379659349757188706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Só pra lembrar que eu te odeio muito com t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;odas as minhas forças. 'Eu odeio mais ainda não poder te odiar, nem um pouco, nem mesmo por um segundo, nem mesmo só por te odiar'. *piscadinha* Te amo muito coisa mais chata desse mundo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;aaaaaaai que saudade desse menino gent ;(((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos beijos beijos beijos e muitos beijos gent ;@:&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/6670802181693295054-6552612159431440333?l=umachancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachancee.blogspot.com/feeds/6552612159431440333/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670802181693295054&amp;postID=6552612159431440333' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670802181693295054/posts/default/6552612159431440333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670802181693295054/posts/default/6552612159431440333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachancee.blogspot.com/2009/09/frases-feitas-de-pamela-dechering.html' title='frases feitas de pâmela dechering'/><author><name>pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10239172059243996760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/S5RDzFwbUoI/AAAAAAAAAls/sKMdCKin8Xo/S220/IMG0028A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/SqhhXtUD8xI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/ceN4ABgXGjs/s72-c/DSC07685.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670802181693295054.post-3514786067156995710</id><published>2009-09-06T15:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T16:05:42.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sou filho da carne, sobrinho da perdição @ D.O.D.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/SqQjIjkW8nI/AAAAAAAAAew/sUdoPHF6LoA/s1600-h/DSC08383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/SqQjIjkW8nI/AAAAAAAAAew/sUdoPHF6LoA/s320/DSC08383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378462484880880242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Porque um pouquinho de ousadia não faz mal à ninguém, né?&lt;br /&gt;Sempre gostei de fotos com vinis, e sempre tirei.. porém nunca havia postado em fotolog, orkut e flickr pela censura. Sempre tive medo de desativarem.. mas agora que se foda :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo em forma de canção pra todo mundo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/6670802181693295054-3514786067156995710?l=umachancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachancee.blogspot.com/feeds/3514786067156995710/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670802181693295054&amp;postID=3514786067156995710' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670802181693295054/posts/default/3514786067156995710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670802181693295054/posts/default/3514786067156995710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachancee.blogspot.com/2009/09/meu-vinil-do-james-taylor.html' title='sou filho da carne, sobrinho da perdição @ D.O.D.'/><author><name>pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10239172059243996760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/S5RDzFwbUoI/AAAAAAAAAls/sKMdCKin8Xo/S220/IMG0028A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/SqQjIjkW8nI/AAAAAAAAAew/sUdoPHF6LoA/s72-c/DSC08383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670802181693295054.post-1583675707980146439</id><published>2009-08-27T19:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T19:32:06.675-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memórias?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/Spck0332awI/AAAAAAAAAeo/uCA8YeCA9Cc/s1600-h/OgAAADNnxWgqjqjff2jb0iFeyme_s9pZWKAZAR_ReN8aIIjjyp9Q1XmozE0ExjUMg580BeMFijqaboO5QwlsQD9ATNoAm1T1UP-iyT_gRFO6fYyrxUV59lvThFpI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/Spck0332awI/AAAAAAAAAeo/uCA8YeCA9Cc/s320/OgAAADNnxWgqjqjff2jb0iFeyme_s9pZWKAZAR_ReN8aIIjjyp9Q1XmozE0ExjUMg580BeMFijqaboO5QwlsQD9ATNoAm1T1UP-iyT_gRFO6fYyrxUV59lvThFpI.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374805171059976962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembro-me perfeitamente do instante que entrastes naquela sala, e te olhei sem jeito e gritei: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"amooooor!"&lt;/span&gt; - sem pensar. Lembro-me do nosso primeiro beijo, e do segundo, do décimo sexto, do vigésimo nono, do centésimo terceiro, e do último. De nossos abraços confortantes, sem jeito, e carinhosos. De um amor que aquecia, e uma paixão que queimava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Porém, fizestes minhas lágrimas borrar sorrisos, acabar com abraços, falhar minha voz e apagastes toda aquela chama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E todo segundo, eu lembro que ainda te amo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/6670802181693295054-1583675707980146439?l=umachancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachancee.blogspot.com/feeds/1583675707980146439/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670802181693295054&amp;postID=1583675707980146439' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670802181693295054/posts/default/1583675707980146439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670802181693295054/posts/default/1583675707980146439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachancee.blogspot.com/2009/08/lembro-me-perfeitamente-do-instante-que.html' title='Memórias?'/><author><name>pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10239172059243996760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/S5RDzFwbUoI/AAAAAAAAAls/sKMdCKin8Xo/S220/IMG0028A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/Spck0332awI/AAAAAAAAAeo/uCA8YeCA9Cc/s72-c/OgAAADNnxWgqjqjff2jb0iFeyme_s9pZWKAZAR_ReN8aIIjjyp9Q1XmozE0ExjUMg580BeMFijqaboO5QwlsQD9ATNoAm1T1UP-iyT_gRFO6fYyrxUV59lvThFpI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670802181693295054.post-5473571880713503210</id><published>2009-08-24T18:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T20:29:04.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'>will never end.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th06.deviantart.net/fs14/300W/i/2007/101/b/0/hug_by_whitneychristine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 316px;" src="http://th06.deviantart.net/fs14/300W/i/2007/101/b/0/hug_by_whitneychristine.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Você me prometeu que iria ser pra sempre.. pra sempre.&lt;br /&gt;E acabou sem fim..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/6670802181693295054-5473571880713503210?l=umachancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachancee.blogspot.com/feeds/5473571880713503210/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670802181693295054&amp;postID=5473571880713503210' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670802181693295054/posts/default/5473571880713503210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670802181693295054/posts/default/5473571880713503210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachancee.blogspot.com/2009/08/voce-me-prometeu-que-iria-ser-pra.html' title='will never end.'/><author><name>pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10239172059243996760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/S5RDzFwbUoI/AAAAAAAAAls/sKMdCKin8Xo/S220/IMG0028A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670802181693295054.post-7542197328249898052</id><published>2009-07-08T19:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T19:32:46.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuide da sua menina @ Autor desconhecido.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;u sei que você pensa coisas do tipo, -como ela me sufoca, -como ela me prende, -como ela ciumenta, -como ela é chata,- como ela consegue brigar tanto, -eu quero sair hoje, -eu não quero ir lá,- eu não quero fazer isso que ela quer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Eu sei que você pensa muita coisa sobre ela das melhores ate as piore. Eu também sei que você pensa coisas assim, -que linda que ela ta, -que cheirinho bom, -que carinho gostoso, -que saudade ruim, -que bom estar com ela,- que abraço bom, -eu a m o ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Eu sei que apesar dela não te impedir de sair ou você não deixar que ela te impeça, você sente falta de sair, curtir sem dar satisfação, sente falta de ir pra night e poder ficar com várias,sente falta de dar uma pegada diferente,de sair por ai, de curtir com teus amigos sem preocupação, sente falta de bocas, gostos sabores, corpos e assuntos diferentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Eu sei de tudo isso, mais ela sabe? Provavelmente a sua menina deve pensar coisas desse tipo pelo fato de toda menina pensar assim,mais com certeza ela deve imaginar que tu a ama sem limites e que vocês realmente são eternos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Mais eu sei que apesar das coisas que você deseja na ausência dela,você também pensa em estar com ela toda hora, sente uma falta doida dela, gosta dos abraços beijos, carinhos, do jeitinho de rir, de falar besteira, o jeito de pedir desculpa, das brincadeiras de vocês, de conversar e poder saber que você pode contar com ela. Sim você realmente a ama do fundo do coração e ela é a menina mais linda do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Como você pode pensar tanta coisa assim de uma só menina? Da sua menina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Eu sei o que você pensa e sei também o que ela pensa, para não fazer você perder teu tempo com palavras românticas e cansativas que ela deve lhe falar normalmente e escrever também e você já não presta mais tanta atenção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Ela te ama muito, com uma intensidade sem limites, quer o teu melhor, quer o teu bem, ela também pensa algumas coisas ruins sobre você e tu também irrita ela, mais isso passa em segundos, esses pensamentos saem da mente dela como se nunca tivessem passado por lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Com o tempo que vocês estão, ela aprendeu a lidar contigo e vice e versa, com o tempo ela sabe o que ti irrita o que te faz bem e tu também sabe tudo sobre ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Mais esses seus pensamentos não saem da tua cabeça tão facilmente,e a tua menina ti irrita muitas vezes sem nem ao menos ter a intenção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Você sai com frequência, as vezes você esquece dela, as vezes tu não lembra de alguma coisa que ela pediu, as vezes tu vai esquecendo, simplesmente esquecendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; E a tal menina? ela chora, ela fica triste, ela acha que você simplesmente não a ama; mesmo que não seja isso que esteja acontecendo, você ‘apenas’ esqueceu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Será que você realmente está esquecendo? apenas esquecendo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Você já parou pra pensar nela como antes você pensava? você já olhou bem pra ela e viu o brilho nos seus olhos? E como ela se esforça pra ti deixar feliz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Deveria realmente, deveria, depois de tudo o que vocês viveram, você deveria. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; E a tua menina? Continua com os mesmo pensamentos tristes e sem razão se sente lesada, e deixada de lado, e com o medo constante de ti perder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Você realmente acha que essa menina, a tua menina insisto em dizer, não é mais importante que uma curtição que momentos com os amigos,melhor que qualquer night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Se acha ou não a menina já tirou suas próprias conclusões,e já se feriu o bastante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Você está preparado pra perdê-la? se estiver... bum! perdeu, e agora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; E agora ti prepara pra night, pra curtir outros corpos e outros gostos e voltar pra casa e se deparar sozinho, sem ter alguém pra abraçar sem ninguém pra ligar e contar seu dia, seus problemas, sem poder dizer TE AMO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; E a menina? Ela cresceu não é mais a s u a  menina, ela não ti entendeu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Até que um dia você encontra a mulher que um dia foi a tua menina e ela esta mais linda do que nunca, e em sua cabeça os pensamentos que a tanto tempo quando estava com ela não existiam mais,esses pensamento voltam e as palavras EU TE AMO, VOLTA PRA MIM passam subitamente em sua cabeça. E a mulher? Bom ela ti da um beijo no rosto e vai embora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; E agora eu ainda sei o que você pensa, e ela sabe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Preste atenção em quem você ‘ama’ e cuide da SUA MENINA.&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/6670802181693295054-7542197328249898052?l=umachancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachancee.blogspot.com/feeds/7542197328249898052/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670802181693295054&amp;postID=7542197328249898052' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670802181693295054/posts/default/7542197328249898052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670802181693295054/posts/default/7542197328249898052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachancee.blogspot.com/2009/07/cuide-da-sua-menina-autor-desconhecido.html' title='Cuide da sua menina @ Autor desconhecido.'/><author><name>pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10239172059243996760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/S5RDzFwbUoI/AAAAAAAAAls/sKMdCKin8Xo/S220/IMG0028A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670802181693295054.post-8569149218382782767</id><published>2009-06-29T19:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T19:17:28.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogdophil.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/abraco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 221px;" src="http://blogdophil.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/abraco.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Uma rua escura, e um fim de tarde, escuro sem luz, sem vida. Passos apressados, buzinas e mais escuridão. Até que uma luz veio em minha direção, e quando olhei para trás, era tarde demais. Vi apenas cacos de vidros, e comecei a correr.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cheguei no local do acidente, meus pés pisavam forte nos cacos de vidro no chão. .. mas não podia ser. Meu amor, aquele que eu veria em instantes, no sofá de minha casa, estava ali, ensanguentado, praticamente morto. Olhou pela última vez em meus olhos, e segurou minha mão.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No banco do passageiro tinha um buquê de rosas e uma caixinha, tão pequena mas tão importante. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ouvi a sirene dos bombeiros chegando, e ainda não acreditava no que havia acontecido. Lágrimas e soluços, sangue e vidros. Não era isso que queria pra mim, naquela noite.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sirenes e sirenes, flashs e uma multidão. Minhas lágrimas se tranfosmaram em gritos, e mais gritos. Saí correndo com os pés ensanguentados, para casa, com as rosas nas mãos. Entre soluços e sangue, avistei outra luz. Seria meu fim?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vi sua mão estendida, sua voz chamando meu nome. Meus passos aceleravam cada vez mais. E uma buzina. Senti seu beijo mais uma vez, agora eu era sua, outra vez. Numa vida nova.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670802181693295054-8569149218382782767?l=umachancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachancee.blogspot.com/feeds/8569149218382782767/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670802181693295054&amp;postID=8569149218382782767' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670802181693295054/posts/default/8569149218382782767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670802181693295054/posts/default/8569149218382782767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachancee.blogspot.com/2009/06/uma-rua-escura-e-um-fim-de-tarde-escuro.html' title=''/><author><name>pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10239172059243996760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/S5RDzFwbUoI/AAAAAAAAAls/sKMdCKin8Xo/S220/IMG0028A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670802181693295054.post-6026921557980147082</id><published>2009-06-14T19:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T19:30:05.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>puta loira.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e quando a gente gosta de alguém, mas fica xingando, dizendo que é a coisa mais chata do mundo, diz que odeia. Mas no fundo a gente quer dizer o contrário, quer dizer que gosta de verdade, mas o orgulho distorce nossas palavras e as transforma em al&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;go bizarro e irônico. O bom do amor, é que eles nos deixa mais leve, alegre e inocente. A gente esquece das malícias do mundo, pois temos o amor. Ele toma conta do físico, da mente, do coração. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E só ele importa.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gostar de alguém, de verdade é acordar às 5:30 da manhã, todos os dias da semana, e dar um sorriso, pois dentro de menos de duas horas, tu verás teu amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; É tomar um banho morno no inverno rigoroso, e se sentir pura, e pronta para amar. E chegar no frio, quando o sol tá nascendo, e esperar, até avistar aqueles fios loiros vindo em tua direção, se beijar por um olhar, se encarar, e se beijar. Dizer um bom dia com sono, dar u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;m abraço, pegar na mão. Sussurar que estava com saudade, e dizer que odeia.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É enfrentar todos os medos, é não lembrar dos pesadelos, é ser feliz, é amar. Isso, é o amor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/SjWU355U4VI/AAAAAAAAAb8/K2Y24dgviEI/s1600-h/DSC06406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/SjWU355U4VI/AAAAAAAAAb8/K2Y24dgviEI/s320/DSC06406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347343820727312722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Te darei quantos beijos forem precisos, pra te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mostrar o quão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;grande é o que eu sinto por ti. (L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/SjWU355U4VI/AAAAAAAAAb8/K2Y24dgviEI/s1600-h/DSC06406.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670802181693295054-6026921557980147082?l=umachancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachancee.blogspot.com/feeds/6026921557980147082/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670802181693295054&amp;postID=6026921557980147082' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670802181693295054/posts/default/6026921557980147082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670802181693295054/posts/default/6026921557980147082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachancee.blogspot.com/2009/06/puta-loira.html' title='puta loira.'/><author><name>pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10239172059243996760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/S5RDzFwbUoI/AAAAAAAAAls/sKMdCKin8Xo/S220/IMG0028A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/SjWU355U4VI/AAAAAAAAAb8/K2Y24dgviEI/s72-c/DSC06406.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670802181693295054.post-3913719022052331219</id><published>2009-05-04T09:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T09:21:41.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mudanças.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e eu me senti obrigada a mudar, a renovar. talvez seja melhor. ou mais rebelde, como diria minha mãe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/Sf751f2795I/AAAAAAAAAbk/df6OUMzVwTo/s1600-h/DSC05606c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/Sf751f2795I/AAAAAAAAAbk/df6OUMzVwTo/s320/DSC05606c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331973706333550482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                       ♪ com um beijo doce, de amor, de confiança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670802181693295054-3913719022052331219?l=umachancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachancee.blogspot.com/feeds/3913719022052331219/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670802181693295054&amp;postID=3913719022052331219' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670802181693295054/posts/default/3913719022052331219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670802181693295054/posts/default/3913719022052331219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachancee.blogspot.com/2009/05/mudancas.html' title='mudanças.'/><author><name>pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10239172059243996760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/S5RDzFwbUoI/AAAAAAAAAls/sKMdCKin8Xo/S220/IMG0028A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/Sf751f2795I/AAAAAAAAAbk/df6OUMzVwTo/s72-c/DSC05606c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670802181693295054.post-1547899787461090029</id><published>2009-04-03T21:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T21:38:15.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://willaa.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/casal20dormindo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 186px;" src="http://willaa.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/casal20dormindo3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O quanto é cansativo eu tentar te mostrar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que, acima de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tudo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt; ainda é &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meu&lt;/span&gt; ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Minha &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;prioridade&lt;/span&gt;, o meu vício é &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Por favor, fique &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;comigo &lt;/span&gt;até eu adormecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te amo!&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/6670802181693295054-1547899787461090029?l=umachancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachancee.blogspot.com/feeds/1547899787461090029/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670802181693295054&amp;postID=1547899787461090029' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670802181693295054/posts/default/1547899787461090029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670802181693295054/posts/default/1547899787461090029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachancee.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-quanto-e-cansativo-eu-tentar-te.html' title=''/><author><name>pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10239172059243996760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/S5RDzFwbUoI/AAAAAAAAAls/sKMdCKin8Xo/S220/IMG0028A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670802181693295054.post-6668265899373825055</id><published>2009-03-29T12:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T12:27:20.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Por quê?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_hfIUYFR90/SaQ_ptTU0TI/AAAAAAAAATQ/rKnoBi-i1dY/s320/distancia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_hfIUYFR90/SaQ_ptTU0TI/AAAAAAAAATQ/rKnoBi-i1dY/s320/distancia.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Meu amor, por que não consigo te fazer acreditar que meu amor por ti é grande do jeito que é? Se tudo o que sinto é por ti, todos meus sorrisos, minhas lágrimas e alegrias são por ti. Porque eu continuo a respirar por ti, por meu amor, por nosso amor. E continuo aqui, a te esperar, a te amar.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TE AMO COM TODA A CONVICÇÃO DESSE MUNDO, OGRO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670802181693295054-6668265899373825055?l=umachancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachancee.blogspot.com/feeds/6668265899373825055/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670802181693295054&amp;postID=6668265899373825055' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670802181693295054/posts/default/6668265899373825055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670802181693295054/posts/default/6668265899373825055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachancee.blogspot.com/2009/03/por-que.html' title='Por quê?'/><author><name>pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10239172059243996760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/S5RDzFwbUoI/AAAAAAAAAls/sKMdCKin8Xo/S220/IMG0028A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_hfIUYFR90/SaQ_ptTU0TI/AAAAAAAAATQ/rKnoBi-i1dY/s72-c/distancia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670802181693295054.post-127738565320416449</id><published>2009-02-01T14:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T14:39:38.868-06:00</updated><title type='text'>desisti..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/SYYIc-EBs1I/AAAAAAAAAaE/M3n7LB-DYx4/s1600-h/DSC02632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 165px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/SYYIc-EBs1I/AAAAAAAAAaE/M3n7LB-DYx4/s320/DSC02632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297931305437213522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Realmente, eu desisti..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Desisti de ficar correndo atrás de um cara pra me fazer feliz, me fazer ficar bem. Pois eu percebi que eu não preciso de alguém pra fazer isso por mim, porque eu posso fazer isso sozinha, e muito bem!&lt;br /&gt;Pra que, estar acompanhada de alguém falso, frio, imaturo? Isso não nos leva a nada. Só ao sofrimento mas tarde, óbvio.&lt;br /&gt;E hoje eu digo com convicção aquele cliché, que todos um dia já ouviram..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Antes só, do que mal acompanhada!&lt;/b&gt; risos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos, e uma ótima semana à todos.&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/6670802181693295054-127738565320416449?l=umachancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachancee.blogspot.com/feeds/127738565320416449/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670802181693295054&amp;postID=127738565320416449' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670802181693295054/posts/default/127738565320416449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670802181693295054/posts/default/127738565320416449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachancee.blogspot.com/2009/02/desisti.html' title='desisti..'/><author><name>pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10239172059243996760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/S5RDzFwbUoI/AAAAAAAAAls/sKMdCKin8Xo/S220/IMG0028A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/SYYIc-EBs1I/AAAAAAAAAaE/M3n7LB-DYx4/s72-c/DSC02632.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670802181693295054.post-4199554935080176367</id><published>2009-01-24T10:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T10:18:54.187-06:00</updated><title type='text'>pâmela dechering responde...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Isso não importa, agora. O que importa realmente é que eu mudei, as coisas mudaram, esse velho mundo também mudou. Mas quem se importa realmente com isso? Na verdade as pessoas conseguem apenas enxergar o próprio umbigo. Mas pode acreditar, que não é bom se envolver comigo. &lt;b&gt;I will make you hurt&lt;/b&gt;. De um jeito, ou de outro. Não demonstre o que não quer demonstrar, eu vou destrocer tudo na minha mente, e vou sofrer. Aí depois eu vou te fazer uma poesia, e tudo vai ficar bem, porque outro virá, com outra música, outro cheiro. E vai me fazer viver denovo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Confesso que eu . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Coloco frases xingando ou falando algo à alguém que nem existe, no MSN. Pareço safada, e sou mesmo. Cada amigo meu tem uma música ou uma banda, que me lembra o mesmo. Amo desesperadamente que me reconheçam na rua, que me chamem por algum apelido, sem ter falado comigo uma vez sequer. Morro de vontade de pintar uma parede do meu quarto de preto, e escrever músicas e poesias de branco nela. Um dia vou ser famosa, vou ter várias tatuagens, meus piercings e meu alargador. Quero mudar o mundo, e não sei como. Fico bêbada fácil só com cerveja. Matei uma manhã de aula inteira, uma vez só na vida. Sempre olho pro zíper da calça dos homens, e pra bunda das mulheres. Sou irônica falando a verdade. Desejo que o Brasil seja governado por um punk. Um dia ainda serei magra e lindona e causarei inveja. E um dia os guris do NX vão me pedir autógrafos - risos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670802181693295054-4199554935080176367?l=umachancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachancee.blogspot.com/feeds/4199554935080176367/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670802181693295054&amp;postID=4199554935080176367' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670802181693295054/posts/default/4199554935080176367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670802181693295054/posts/default/4199554935080176367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachancee.blogspot.com/2009/01/pmela-dechering-responde.html' title='pâmela dechering responde...'/><author><name>pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10239172059243996760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/S5RDzFwbUoI/AAAAAAAAAls/sKMdCKin8Xo/S220/IMG0028A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670802181693295054.post-7908293994656044822</id><published>2008-12-03T07:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T07:19:13.523-06:00</updated><title type='text'>quem é pâmela dechering?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;eu ... eu ... ♪ &lt;b&gt;I hurt myself today ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;pâmela dechering é uma guria que sonha muito - e talvez alto demais. ela deseja ser famosa, escrever um livro. porém, não são todos que gostam do que ela escreve, e isso a magoa profundamente, pondo em risco mais uma de seus sonhos. ela deseja arduamente ser fotógrafa, mesmo não sabendo fotografar direito - mas pelo simples fato de amar fotografia, e de querer ser como tantos fotógrafos já existentes. uma das coisas que ela mais deseja é aprender a tocar violão/guitarra, formar uma banda, ter uma vida de banda, casar com um rockeiro. cresceu ouvindo 'pais e filhos - legião urbana', o que a faz ter um enorme respeito ao seu  grande ídolo, renato russo. a pâmela é aquela guria que chora ouvindo música, que escreve coisas sobre seus sentimentos quando sente necessidade. e cada amigo dela tem uma música, e cada vez que ela escuta tal música, ela lembra de alguém. porque cada um tem a sua própria música - fetiche dela, vá entender. e cuidado! ela se apega muito fácil às pessoas, ela é carente, digamos assim. se apaixona fácil, ama pessoas verdadeiramente, apesar de muitas morarem à quilômentos de distância dela. deseja morar em são paulo, mas não quer mais mudar-se de sua cidade, pois aprendeu a amá-la. tem um imenso amor platônico pelo baixista da NX Zero - Conrado Lancerotti Grandino - mais conhecido como Caco, e apelidado carinhosamente por ela de conradjinho. pâmela tem bronzeado de escritório, e vai à praia muito raramente no verão. tem uma rede de relacionamentos virtual imensa, e tem vários amores cibernéticos. adora trocar cartas com amigos distantes, assim como adora abraçar os que estão ao seu lado. sente raiva de quem não sabe amar, de quem machuca as pessoas. queria ser menino por um dia, pra saber o que se passa na cabeça deles - e porque gostaria de saber como é ter um "pinto". ela dançava axé quando era pequena, e hoje não pode mas nem ouvir o ritmo. gosta de rock'n roll - e seus derivados. deseja ter as unhas compridas e ter um armário apenas de roupas pretas. já sonhou em ser estilista, cantora, desenhista, veterinária, empresária, jogadora de futebol, matemática, fotógrafa, escritora. hoje sonha ser feliz, não importa em que profissão. deseja imensamente casar-se com um bom homem - rockeiro moreno e de barba -, quer ter filhos, um apartamento simples e decorado à seu modo. deseja ser feliz, apenas isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;por: pâmela dechering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;que tal testar seus conhecimentos? -q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.quizyourfriends.com/take-quiz.php?id=0809222011598799&amp;amp;a=1&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670802181693295054-7908293994656044822?l=umachancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachancee.blogspot.com/feeds/7908293994656044822/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670802181693295054&amp;postID=7908293994656044822' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670802181693295054/posts/default/7908293994656044822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670802181693295054/posts/default/7908293994656044822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachancee.blogspot.com/2008/12/quem-pmela-dechering.html' title='quem é pâmela dechering?'/><author><name>pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10239172059243996760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/S5RDzFwbUoI/AAAAAAAAAls/sKMdCKin8Xo/S220/IMG0028A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670802181693295054.post-7363348594141614914</id><published>2008-11-20T18:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T18:59:42.093-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Caro leitor. Se você acompanhava esse blog "diariamente" com certeza,  &lt;s&gt;se fudeu&lt;/s&gt;  se ferrou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pois aqui não terão mais os textos que escrevo, pois eles estão sujeitos à cópia aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Até ano que vem, pretendo escrever meu livro. Mas pelo menos eu vou tentar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cuidem-se!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;um beijo em forma de canção pra vocês. ♥&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/6670802181693295054-7363348594141614914?l=umachancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachancee.blogspot.com/feeds/7363348594141614914/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670802181693295054&amp;postID=7363348594141614914' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670802181693295054/posts/default/7363348594141614914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670802181693295054/posts/default/7363348594141614914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachancee.blogspot.com/2008/11/caro-leitor.html' title=''/><author><name>pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10239172059243996760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/S5RDzFwbUoI/AAAAAAAAAls/sKMdCKin8Xo/S220/IMG0028A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670802181693295054.post-2082851178645523613</id><published>2008-04-27T09:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T19:36:25.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/SBSNLMkJeHI/AAAAAAAAAMo/As17tw6Pi9k/s1600-h/AmelieBrommer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/SBSNLMkJeHI/AAAAAAAAAMo/As17tw6Pi9k/s320/AmelieBrommer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193931493755943026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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;Por mais estranho que seja,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;por mais perfeito que pareça com os defeitos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;por mais que o feio seja lindo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;o amor sempre será assim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;perfeito na sua imperfeição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- pâmela dechering.&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/6670802181693295054-2082851178645523613?l=umachancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umachancee.blogspot.com/feeds/2082851178645523613/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670802181693295054&amp;postID=2082851178645523613' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670802181693295054/posts/default/2082851178645523613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670802181693295054/posts/default/2082851178645523613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umachancee.blogspot.com/2008/04/por-mais-estranho-que-seja-por-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>pâmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10239172059243996760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/S5RDzFwbUoI/AAAAAAAAAls/sKMdCKin8Xo/S220/IMG0028A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vdvD1jCirLs/SBSNLMkJeHI/AAAAAAAAAMo/As17tw6Pi9k/s72-c/AmelieBrommer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
