<?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-5510626</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:36:35.351-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O meu lado da verdade</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510626/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desconcerto.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cristiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15539147744300217116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510626.post-106179680044238930</id><published>2003-08-25T04:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T04:33:20.433-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tava meio sem saco de escrever no blog esses tempos... comigo é sempre assim: fico com fogo no rabo de escrever várias coisas e ficar mudando template de blog mil vezes e depois encho um pouco o saco e deixo isso aqui vazio... hehehe. Falta do que fazer é um problema. E também.. ainda estou com uma saudade imensa dos meus arquivos antigos do blog anterior... ainda năo me conformei com a burrice de ter apagado tudo! Simplesmente quase um ano de coisas maneiras escritas (pelo menos eu acho, tá). :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimamente tenho tido uns altos e baixos e humor, ou melhor, de estado de espírito: algumas vezes estou estupidamente feliz e outras muito triste, a ponto de ficar chorando por qualquer coisa e começando a ter aquela sensaçăo horrorosa depressiva. Gostaria de conseguir ficar equilibrada de novo; já faz tempo que năo sinto isso... alguém tem alguma sugestăo de melhoria de doença mental? Porque năo é possível, eu só posso ser doente mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;Acho que vou dormir agora, já que eu pensei em dormir muito mais cedo mais fiquei no vício jogando Diablo 2! Só quero ver quando eu ganhar a expansăo ( indireta pro Rodrigo: promessa é dívida).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510626-106179680044238930?l=desconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510626/posts/default/106179680044238930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510626/posts/default/106179680044238930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desconcerto.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106179680044238930' title=''/><author><name>Cristiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15539147744300217116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510626.post-106015592338244624</id><published>2003-08-06T04:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-06T04:45:23.433-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mudei o template de novo: achei esse aqui lindo! E fora que essa cara de idiota do Bart &amp;eacute; mais parecida do que a cara de sem saco do Garfield que estava aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al&amp;eacute;m disso coloquei esse tagboard ali do lado, ent&amp;atilde;o as pessoas que estiverem online podem conversar... t&amp;aacute; bom, eu sei que eu estou ficando completamente louca com apetrechos para blog. &amp;Eacute; verdade, n&amp;atilde;o consigo me conter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outra coisa interessante que eu estava pensando mas que n&amp;atilde;o tem nada a ver com os par&amp;aacute;grafos anteriores, &amp;eacute; que eu estou amando todos os professores desse per&amp;iacute;odo. &amp;Eacute; simplesmente INACREDIT&amp;Aacute;VEL isso: acho que j&amp;aacute; tenho algumas id&amp;eacute;ias do que vou seguir. Bem, uma delas &amp;eacute; fotografia... ser&amp;aacute; que combina comigo? Outra coisa que pensei foi RTVC (mas acho que parcela da culpa &amp;eacute; do professor, que &amp;eacute; muito foda). Desse eu tamb&amp;eacute;m tenho d&amp;uacute;vidas, obviamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obs.: meu cabelo continua lindo e cheio de cores. NUNCA mais pinto o cabelo em casa; com certeza &amp;eacute; dinheiro jogado fora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510626-106015592338244624?l=desconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510626/posts/default/106015592338244624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510626/posts/default/106015592338244624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desconcerto.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106015592338244624' title=''/><author><name>Cristiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15539147744300217116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510626.post-106014178680608124</id><published>2003-08-06T00:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-06T04:10:32.893-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aproveitando essa onda avassaladora de &lt;i&gt;ninfetagem pr&amp;oacute; rockeirismo&lt;/i&gt; que est&amp;aacute; por a&amp;iacute;, a Puma n&amp;atilde;o poderia ter feito melhor. Daqui a pouco a &lt;i&gt;alternativada&lt;/i&gt; toda vai estar de Puma no p&amp;eacute;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogpix.kit.net/minha_fotos/imagens/puma1a.jpg" alt="Quando vi, PRECISEI colocar aqui"  border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510626-106014178680608124?l=desconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510626/posts/default/106014178680608124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510626/posts/default/106014178680608124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desconcerto.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106014178680608124' title=''/><author><name>Cristiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15539147744300217116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510626.post-106006512051893469</id><published>2003-08-05T03:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T03:32:00.560-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Muitas vezes sinto saudades do meus arquivos do blog antigo. Fui burra de apagar tudo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou sem inspira&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o pra escrever tamb&amp;eacute;m. Outro dia escrevo algumas coisas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510626-106006512051893469?l=desconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510626/posts/default/106006512051893469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510626/posts/default/106006512051893469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desconcerto.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106006512051893469' title=''/><author><name>Cristiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15539147744300217116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510626.post-105980783542334981</id><published>2003-08-02T04:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T04:03:55.453-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Massacration RLZ!!!!!! Bandas Vicking RLZ!!! Brown shower no computador do Rodrigo RLZ!!! Ir pra casa do Rodrigo e depois pegar um gole do &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;refrigereco &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;(hahahahahahah) da Luciana RLZ!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai, ai, ai. Que pregui&amp;ccedil;a de tomar banho...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510626-105980783542334981?l=desconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510626/posts/default/105980783542334981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510626/posts/default/105980783542334981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desconcerto.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105980783542334981' title=''/><author><name>Cristiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15539147744300217116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510626.post-105980753678165648</id><published>2003-08-02T03:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T04:03:29.200-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estou duplamente feliz. Amanh&amp;atilde; vou encontrar com algumas pessoas da banda e pra completar: fiz uma mecha azul no meu cabelo e outra laranja (tipo Cyndi Lauper). O resto foi feito todo de mechas completamente vermelhas. Acho que agora j&amp;aacute; posso morrer mais feliz. S&amp;oacute; espero que o meu cabelo n&amp;atilde;o caia de novo, porque a&amp;iacute; pelo menos eu morro com cabelo. Fico impressionada como sou a alegria dos cabeleireiros...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al&amp;eacute;m disso, hoje baixei o Mirc, pra ver se achava legal. Cacete, mas que neg&amp;oacute;cio chato!! N&amp;atilde;o recomendo pra ningu&amp;eacute;m... nunca vi nada t&amp;atilde;o idiota e pessoas t&amp;atilde;o mong&amp;oacute;is. Barra qualquer f&amp;oacute;rum desses da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanh&amp;atilde; vou ao Garage... se algu&amp;eacute;m quiser ir... &amp;eacute; s&amp;oacute; falar comigo. Convite especial para minha amiga Luciana, com direito a carca&amp;ccedil;a de bode.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510626-105980753678165648?l=desconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510626/posts/default/105980753678165648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510626/posts/default/105980753678165648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desconcerto.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105980753678165648' title=''/><author><name>Cristiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15539147744300217116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510626.post-105972060644465078</id><published>2003-08-01T03:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T05:11:25.276-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fiz estes testes aqui... me deu uma vontade absurda de fazer... hehehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogpix.kit.net/minha_fotos/imagens/badgirlblack.jpg" border="0" alt=" Fa&amp;ccedil;a o teste e descubra como voc&amp;ecirc; &amp;eacute;!"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" size="1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Faz o g&amp;ecirc;nero perigosa, al&amp;eacute;m de ter uma personalidade muito forte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Defeitos:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;agrave;s vezes exagera e se irrita demais.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nicegirlclick.vila.bol.com.br/teste.html" target="_blank"&gt;Que "Girl" voc&amp;ecirc; &amp;eacute;?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;Eacute;. Pelo menos a cor da garota da foto a&amp;iacute; em cima &amp;eacute; a mesma que a minha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/sarcasticwhore/1034725801_ctureshk-g.JPG" border="0" alt="gothic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" size="1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Very fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/sarcasticwhore/quizzes/what%20fucked%20version%20of%20hello%20kittie%20are%20you%3F/"&gt;what fucked version of hello kittie are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannibal Corpse pode ser verdade, Morbid Angel mais ainda... mas Wicca &amp;eacute; o caralho. No dia que eu estiver abra&amp;ccedil;ando &amp;aacute;rvores, fazendo "simpatias e feiti&amp;ccedil;os", chamando a Terra de M&amp;atilde;e, Gaya ou qualquer caralha dessas, estiver dan&amp;ccedil;ando nas florestas e estiver falando preces saudosistas pelas irm&amp;acirc;s mortas durante a Inquisi&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o (que n&amp;atilde;o tinha essa de bruxa nenhuma, era mulheres normais como qualquer mulher &amp;eacute;: bruxa era pretexto pra enganar trouxa e pegar alguns lotes de terra a mais), voc&amp;ecirc;s podem me dar um tiro na cabe&amp;ccedil;a. Eu deixo. Ali&amp;aacute;s, eu pe&amp;ccedil;o. J&amp;aacute; em rela&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o ao "Very fucked".. podescre... heheheheheh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/sexsignquiz.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/taurus.jpg" width="150" height="150" border="0" alt="taurus"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Your Sex Sign is &lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/taurus.html"&gt;Taurus&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif" size="1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You ooze sensuality and lust!&lt;br /&gt;You're down for anything, as long as it celebrates the natural body.&lt;br /&gt;You're a master at giving head - and as long as it feels good, you'll do it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even your lover's nastiest fantasy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taurus, you draw your intense sexuality from the earth.&lt;br /&gt;You are strongly built - like a Greek or Roman nude. &lt;br /&gt;Your sign is ruled by the planet Venus - giving you a lusty appetite for sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexually, you favor the strong, silent type - someone as comfortable in the rugged outdoors as you are.&lt;br /&gt;Intellectual, geeky types don't appeal to you at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your home and surroundings are very imporant to you - it's always your place, not their's.&lt;br /&gt;While you'd never do a hotel fling, you'll have sex outdoors (beach, grass, whatever) -&lt;br /&gt;As long as there is some privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very oral - a master at oral sex.&lt;br /&gt;You love your lover to climax in your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;You love any and every kind of foreplay...&lt;br /&gt;and you'll do anything as long as it feels good.&lt;br /&gt;You are more pleasure-oriented than excitement-oriented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for weird sexual practices, you are fixed in your likes and dislikes.&lt;br /&gt;And you are are anything BUT conventional.&lt;br /&gt;Your basic, carnal nature leads you to engage frequently in oral and anal sex.&lt;br /&gt;Why, you've even been known to give your partner a golden shower on occasion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/sexsignquiz.html"&gt;What's *Your* Sex Sign?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/"&gt;More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foda esse resultado dar Touro. Eu tenho casa 7, V&amp;ecirc;nus e Marte em Touro mesmo! Mas agora: golden shower????!!! Putz!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510626-105972060644465078?l=desconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510626/posts/default/105972060644465078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510626/posts/default/105972060644465078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desconcerto.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105972060644465078' title=''/><author><name>Cristiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15539147744300217116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510626.post-105972035254755914</id><published>2003-08-01T03:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T05:11:51.300-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estou feliz! Parece que finalmente encontrei uma banda que tem a ver comigo. Sei l&amp;aacute;, depois de tanto tempo encontrando apenas coisas que n&amp;atilde;o tinham nada especial, apenas pessoas que n&amp;atilde;o se encaixavam nas minhas expectativas... ao mesmo tempo que parece bom me deixa extremamamente ansiosa. Ser&amp;aacute; que vai dar certo? Ser&amp;aacute; que dessa vez as coisas funcionam? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&amp;atilde;o sei se j&amp;aacute; falei isso pra algu&amp;eacute;m dessa forma, mas m&amp;uacute;sica &amp;eacute; uma das coisas mais importantes da minha vida. Eu j&amp;aacute; deixei de gostar de pessoas por n&amp;atilde;o ter opni&amp;atilde;o musical formada... acreditam nisso? S&amp;eacute;rio! Quando a pessoa n&amp;atilde;o tem personalidade musical me parece vazia, idiota, sem informa&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o. Soa estranho e preconceituoso, mas &amp;eacute; verdade. Nem que o gosto da pessoa seja o mais horr&amp;iacute;vel para mim, &amp;eacute; melhor ter um gosto do que n&amp;atilde;o ter. M&amp;uacute;sica determina muitas faces da personalidade de uma pessoa no meu conceito, e uma delas &amp;eacute; sensibilidade. S&amp;oacute; pessoas sens&amp;iacute;veis conseguem ouvir melodias e harmonizar com elas, e isso tamb&amp;eacute;m delimita maturidade. Um dia eu fa&amp;ccedil;o uma pesquisa mais aprofundada sobre isso. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou voltando a tocar alguma coisa. Estou aprendendo no viol&amp;atilde;o algumas coisas pra conseguir tocar, e pretendo voltar a encostar no piano ( j&amp;aacute; devo ter dito isso umas mil vezes). Em rela&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o &amp;agrave; voz, estou voltando a fazer alguns exerc&amp;iacute;cios e treinamento. Estranho como essas coisas me satisfazem tanto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outra coisa legal tamb&amp;eacute;m &amp;eacute; que amanh&amp;atilde; vou finalmente pintar o cabelo! N&amp;atilde;o sei de que cor vou fazer, mas v&amp;atilde;o ser mechas. O que eu pensei foi um vermelho fort&amp;iacute;ssimo, mas se tiver algo mais legal por l&amp;aacute;, quem sabe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, hoje estou um pouco lerda pra escrever e talvez n&amp;atilde;o esteja conseguindo expressar a felicidade que estou sentindo. Isso &amp;eacute; ruim por um lado, mas o que importa &amp;eacute; que estou esperando novidades boas na minha vida, n&amp;atilde;o &amp;eacute; mesmo? Que seja ent&amp;atilde;o.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510626-105972035254755914?l=desconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510626/posts/default/105972035254755914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510626/posts/default/105972035254755914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desconcerto.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105972035254755914' title=''/><author><name>Cristiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15539147744300217116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510626.post-105937776619703737</id><published>2003-07-28T04:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-28T04:36:06.160-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu Ă s vezes consigo ser simplesmente... BURRA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Turnida  &lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;o nome do filme eh heavenly creatures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Turnida  &lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;Amizades sem Limites - Heavenly Creatures com Kate Winslet do Mr. Peter Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bruno Sa  &lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;sĂł podia ser... o peter jackson.. sabes quem eh ne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Turnida  &lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;naum sei nenhuma referencia sobre ele, sinceramente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Turnida  &lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;me fala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bruno Sa&lt;/strong&gt; : &lt;br /&gt;www.lordoftherings.net&lt;br /&gt;essa eh a melhor referencia sobre ele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Turnida  &lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;jah sei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Turnida  &lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;eu sabia q jah tinha ovuido esse nome, mas tava com medo de falar besteira hahahaha"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E isso porque jĂˇ vi o making of desse negĂłcio umas mil vezes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510626-105937776619703737?l=desconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510626/posts/default/105937776619703737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510626/posts/default/105937776619703737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desconcerto.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105937776619703737' title=''/><author><name>Cristiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15539147744300217116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510626.post-105911217496747406</id><published>2003-07-25T02:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T03:52:47.880-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JĂˇ atĂ© coloquei o link pra pĂˇgina ali no lado. Muito maneira MESMO. Tem vĂˇrios tipos de testes, e ainda tĂŞm links pra outras pĂˇginas com mais testes ainda, seja em portuguĂŞs como em inglĂŞs. FODA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui num gerador de nomes, Ă© legal pra criar apelidos, essas coisas; e vocĂŞ tambĂŞm acha nessa pĂˇgina. O meu viking, por exemplo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All hail &lt;strong&gt;Arnkell &lt;/strong&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;Insane&lt;/strong&gt;. Yggdrasil shall always protect you.&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha! Tem atĂ© gerador de nome afro. Se liga nisso: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Throw away the white man's name of &lt;strong&gt;Cristiane&lt;/strong&gt;. From this day forward, you shall be known by all your brothers and sisters as &lt;strong&gt;Shebelle&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha esse aqui. Caraca. NĂŁo estou conseguindo me conter, a mulher do Distillers. FODA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/1033865302_brodyarmstonrg.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;Brody Armstrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/safetypingirl/quizzes/what%20punk%20rock%20goddess%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;what punk rock goddess are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Esse Ă© excelente. Para O NERD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bbspot.com/News/2003/01/os_quiz.php"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bbspot.com/Images/News_Features/2003/01/os_quiz/redhat.jpg" width="300" height="90" border="0" alt="You are Red Hat Linux. You're tops among your peers, but still get no respect from them.  It's all right with you.  You have your sights set higher."&gt;&lt;br&gt;Which OS are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510626-105911217496747406?l=desconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510626/posts/default/105911217496747406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510626/posts/default/105911217496747406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desconcerto.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105911217496747406' title=''/><author><name>Cristiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15539147744300217116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510626.post-105911052010941328</id><published>2003-07-25T02:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T02:47:38.073-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ae!!!! Achei um site com vĂˇrios testes muito maneiros! Vou voltar ao vĂ­cio... heheheheheheh. JĂˇ fiz estes aqui:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caraca! Eu achei que fosse dar Toreador! Que maneiro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.habitantesdelacripta.com/images/malk.jpg" border="1"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your clan is a dysfunctional one. That is because you are a Malkavian. Something is poisonous about this clan's blood that drives all those embraced to madness. However, in this madness, you tend to have great insight. Unfortunately, people just take it as senseless ramblings. In every family there is an insane one. You're it.  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/padfootmk/vampire.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;What Vampire Clan Do You Belong To?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SĂł um comentĂˇrio: fico impressionada com a capacidade que algumas pessoas tĂŞm de manipular seus resultados em testes, colocando o que elas gostariam que fosse real ao invĂ©s do que Ă© realmente verdade. SerĂˇ que quando alguma pessoa faz isso ela faz propositalmente ou inconscientemente? Poxa, assim perde a graĂ§a, nĂ© (comentĂˇrios idiotas de viciados em teste)?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510626-105911052010941328?l=desconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510626/posts/default/105911052010941328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510626/posts/default/105911052010941328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desconcerto.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105911052010941328' title=''/><author><name>Cristiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15539147744300217116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510626.post-105902861488814692</id><published>2003-07-24T03:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T03:37:38.966-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Coloquei um lance de busca no meu blog... nunca tinha vista isso antes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maneiro... daĂ­ eu tenho que postar isso aqui:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my new blogchalk:&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;small&gt;Brazil, Rio de Janeiro, Rio de Janeiro, Jacarepagu&amp;aacute;, Portuguese, English, Cristiane, Female, 21-25, M&amp;uacute;sica, Desenho.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/b&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pronto. Feito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510626-105902861488814692?l=desconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510626/posts/default/105902861488814692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510626/posts/default/105902861488814692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desconcerto.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105902861488814692' title=''/><author><name>Cristiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15539147744300217116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510626.post-105902145599290919</id><published>2003-07-24T01:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T01:47:32.123-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mudei o template de novo, pena que ninguĂ©m lĂŞ o meu blog pra ver como ficou bonito. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seus chatos.  &lt;img src="http://216.40.249.192/s/contrib/tweetz/moon.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510626-105902145599290919?l=desconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510626/posts/default/105902145599290919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510626/posts/default/105902145599290919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desconcerto.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105902145599290919' title=''/><author><name>Cristiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15539147744300217116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510626.post-105893738222395271</id><published>2003-07-23T02:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T02:23:23.670-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pra quem gosta de forĂşns, jĂˇ existe um novo, criado pelo Rodrigo. Nele vocĂŞ pode fazer tudo que se faz em qualquer forĂşm, e a intenĂ§ĂŁo Ă© integrar mais as pessoas jĂˇ conhecidas e ver se conhecemos ainda mais pessoas novas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chega de frequentar esse fĂłruns chatinhos e sem graĂ§a por aĂ­! Cadastre-se no &lt;a href="http://www.ooaueaio.kit.net"&gt;Ooaueaio&lt;/a&gt; e veja a diferenĂ§a!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OBS&lt;/strong&gt;: se alguĂ©m no forĂşm se atrever a escrever coisas tipo " nĂŁo sei o que 'mode on' ", morre.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://216.40.249.192/s/contrib/monsieurboo/overclocking.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510626-105893738222395271?l=desconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510626/posts/default/105893738222395271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510626/posts/default/105893738222395271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desconcerto.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105893738222395271' title=''/><author><name>Cristiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15539147744300217116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510626.post-10588470514070422</id><published>2003-07-22T01:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T01:11:48.656-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O Rodrigo criou um blog novo, pelando o saco do Monthy Python ( se vocĂŞ viu "A vida de Bryan" vai entender) !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebrightsideoflife.blogger.com.br"&gt;Clique aqui para acessar o blog dele&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu fiz esse teste aqui que peguei no blog do Victor, mas achei o meu resultado meio ridĂ­culo. Que saco. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.palaciodostestes.hpg.com.br/planetas.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.palaciodostestes.hpg.com.br/themarte.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.palaciodostestes.hpg.com.br/planetas.html"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Quem vocĂŞ Ă© no sistema solar?&lt;/a&gt; por &lt;a href=http://testelandia.weblogger.com.br&gt;TestelĂ˘ndia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510626-10588470514070422?l=desconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510626/posts/default/10588470514070422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510626/posts/default/10588470514070422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desconcerto.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#10588470514070422' title=''/><author><name>Cristiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15539147744300217116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510626.post-105824782788813515</id><published>2003-07-15T02:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-15T02:43:47.880-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Outra coisa: FOTOLOG Ă© o caralho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510626-105824782788813515?l=desconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510626/posts/default/105824782788813515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510626/posts/default/105824782788813515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desconcerto.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105824782788813515' title=''/><author><name>Cristiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15539147744300217116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510626.post-105824756170552008</id><published>2003-07-15T02:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-15T02:39:21.696-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Parece que eu realmente vou fazer algo diferente: existe a probabilidade deu viajar pra algum lugar nessas fĂ©rias, com algumas pessoas. Ainda bem, estou precisando de coisas diferentes, porque de coisas iguais tentando ser diferentes eu jĂˇ tĂ´ de saco cheio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JĂˇ decidi qual desenho devo fazer na perna, depois de uns quase 3 anos tentando encontrar. Do jeito que eu estou andando, daqui a pouco estou toda marcada... hahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outra coisa, esse meu cabelo pintado de preto Ăˇs vezes enche o saco. Eu sei que estou tentando deixar crescer, eu sei que eu fico bonita, eu sei que eu tambĂ©m fico bonita com a cor natural (que eu nĂŁo sei descrever, deve ser loiro escuro, sei lĂˇ, mel, nĂŁo importa), mas caraca, eu simplesmente devo ter uma porra de uma neurose em relaĂ§ĂŁo a pintar cabelo, porque nĂŁo consigo ficar quieta com uma cor sĂł por muito tempo. Po, aquela vez do vermelho com laranja ficou muito maneiro... pena que meu cabelo quase caiu! Que indecisĂŁo do inferno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que saco de vida, nem problema de pintar cabelo eu consigo resolver. MERDA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, e sabe de uma coisa: eu jĂˇ estou de saco cheio desses meus piercings. Daqui a pouco fico sem nenhum. Moda sux.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510626-105824756170552008?l=desconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510626/posts/default/105824756170552008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510626/posts/default/105824756170552008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desconcerto.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105824756170552008' title=''/><author><name>Cristiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15539147744300217116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510626.post-105806230321523996</id><published>2003-07-12T23:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-12T23:12:11.163-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SaĂ­ daquele lugar de merda... nĂŁo trabalho (ou estagio, sei lĂˇ, nĂŁo faz diferenĂ§a) mais. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora a Ăşnica coisa que q eu tenho pra fazer Ă© melhorar a minha cabeĂ§a, organizar meus pensamentos e me divertir totalmente. Chega de infelicidade desnecessĂˇria. Foda-se quem gosta de viver assim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devo voltar a estudar mĂşsica... vou ver se aprofundo na teoria dessa vez, sem ficar fazendo as coisas sĂł intuitivamente. Voltar a tocar ( ou melhor encostar, jĂˇ que eu nĂŁo encosto nele a 2 anos) piano e jĂˇ comeĂ§ar a ver umas bandas que precisem de vocal, ou entĂŁo tentar ver se monto outra mais uma vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolver o meu buraco emocional e traumas que surgiram de coisas que eu nĂŁo esperava, ver se vale a pena investir em algumas coisas ao invĂ©s de seguir outros rumos. Nem sempre o certo Ă© o ideal, e eu jĂˇ presenciei isso uma sĂ©rie de vezes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TambĂ©m procuro lugares novos pra frequentar, jĂˇ que eu nĂŁo estou mais tendo tanta paciĂŞncia de ir a lugares que eu vou a quase 3 anos e nĂŁo mudam nada, ou melhor explicando, sĂł mudam pra pior. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vida repetitiva SUX. Se eu jĂˇ nĂŁo gostava antes, imagina agora que eu estou mais de saco cheio do que nunca.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510626-105806230321523996?l=desconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510626/posts/default/105806230321523996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510626/posts/default/105806230321523996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desconcerto.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105806230321523996' title=''/><author><name>Cristiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15539147744300217116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510626.post-105755777661179556</id><published>2003-07-07T03:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T01:14:22.756-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estive pensando em algumas coisas ultimamente, jĂˇ que ando num buraco emocional. Minha vida parece um saco, eu pareĂ§o um saco, as coisas parecem um saco. Pensando bem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SerĂˇ que se eu fosse superficial as coisas seriam melhores?&lt;br /&gt;SerĂˇ que se eu nĂŁo ligasse mais pro certo e o errado eu me sentiria melhor?&lt;br /&gt;SerĂˇ que se eu fingisse ser o que eu nĂŁo sou eu ficaria menos chateada?&lt;br /&gt;SerĂˇ que se eu mudasse o meu jeito de agir as pessoas me achariam mais legal?&lt;br /&gt;SerĂˇ que a vida se resume a nĂŁo ter pensamentos prĂłprios?&lt;br /&gt;SerĂˇ que valorizar bastante o que eu sinto Ă© um erro?&lt;br /&gt;SerĂˇ que se eu achasse tudo lindo e maravilhoso eu ficaria menor triste?&lt;br /&gt;SerĂˇ que ser fĂştil Ă© legal?&lt;br /&gt;SerĂˇ que viver de momentos Ă© melhor do que viver tentando ser preenchida?&lt;br /&gt;SerĂˇ que se eu nĂŁo precebesse certas coisas e vivesse no mundo da lua eu ficaria menos angustiada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ă‰ bizarro ter a sensaĂ§ĂŁo de que nĂŁo existe ninguĂ©m mais pra vocĂŞ compartilhar seus melhores ( e Ăˇs vezes poucos ) momentos de felicidade. Algumas pessoas conseguem ser muito vazias, egoĂ­stas, nada expressivas, fazendo vocĂŞ ter quase certeza de que viver nĂŁo passa de uma grande piada. TĂŞm gente que nĂŁo valoriza o que realmente Ă© um abraĂ§o, nĂŁo valoriza o que realmente Ă© amar, nĂŁo valoriza o que realmente pode render felicidade tanto futura quanto presente. TambĂ©m tĂŞm as pessoas que erram mas nĂŁo tem coragem de enfrentar isso, preferindo viver mal-resolvidas e infelizes pro resto da vida, se lamentando do que poderiam ter feito. Afinal de contas, orgulho e preguiĂ§a devem ser muito mais valiosos... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu acho, e talvez esteja errada, que eu nĂŁo ajo dessa forma, e tambĂ©m acho que pessoas que fazem esse tipo de coisa nĂŁo deveriam fazer parte da minha vida, pelo menos nĂŁo da minha intimidade. PorĂ©m, eu sei que algumas delas ainda tĂŞm um resto de esperanĂ§a antes de cair no fundo do poĂ§o da medĂ­Â­ocridade. Mas de que adianta o que eu acho, se o que faz as pessoas mudarem Ă© o que elas pensam delas mesmas? Uma pena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostaria de voltar a sentir a vida com mais esperanĂ§as, sabe? Gostaria de voltar a acreditar nas coisas, nas pessoas, nos sentimentos delas, no futuro. Nunca tive problemas em relaĂ§ĂŁo a validade da minha personalidade, mas atualmente eu acredito que ela deve estar "fora de moda". Deve ser "fora de moda" nutrir sentimentos profundos em relaĂ§ĂŁo aos outros, deve ser "fora de moda" sĂł sentir certas coisas quando existe algum sentimento forte em relaĂ§ĂŁo Ă quilo, deve ser "fora de moda" nĂŁo querer carinho de quem eu nĂŁo me identifico. Deve ser "fora de moda" tambĂ©m ser sincero com o que se sente; ficar rindo pra todo mundo sĂł pra parecer super divertido deve ser mais "adequado", e se esfregar em qualquer um por aĂ­ como se as pessoas fossem um travesseiro, sem ter assunto algum a compartilhar, deve ser uma "delĂ­cia"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510626-105755777661179556?l=desconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510626/posts/default/105755777661179556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510626/posts/default/105755777661179556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desconcerto.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105755777661179556' title=''/><author><name>Cristiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15539147744300217116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510626.post-105729624774627826</id><published>2003-07-04T02:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-04T02:24:07.830-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tenho que ir ao Detran amanhĂŁ renovar a minha carteira de motorista, que jĂˇ venceu tem um tempo...heheheh. Espero nĂŁo ficar horas esperando naquela porcaria. Esperar Ă© um saco.&lt;br /&gt;CĂł CĂł CĂł&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510626-105729624774627826?l=desconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510626/posts/default/105729624774627826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510626/posts/default/105729624774627826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desconcerto.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105729624774627826' title=''/><author><name>Cristiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15539147744300217116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510626.post-105712852904933648</id><published>2003-07-02T03:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-02T03:48:49.083-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ih!! Eu postei agora e voltei a conseguir ler!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caraca que parada mal feita...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510626-105712852904933648?l=desconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510626/posts/default/105712852904933648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510626/posts/default/105712852904933648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desconcerto.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105712852904933648' title=''/><author><name>Cristiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15539147744300217116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510626.post-105712843888672761</id><published>2003-07-02T03:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-07-02T03:47:18.930-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gente, eu nĂŁo estou conseguindo ver o meu blog!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SĂł consigo ver os comentĂˇrios pelo painel do Falou &amp; Disse.. pqp!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou tentar resolver isso logo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510626-105712843888672761?l=desconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510626/posts/default/105712843888672761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510626/posts/default/105712843888672761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desconcerto.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105712843888672761' title=''/><author><name>Cristiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15539147744300217116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510626.post-105660561318796759</id><published>2003-06-26T02:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-26T02:41:38.320-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hum... queria escrever algo de interessante, como eu fazia quando iniciei o meu primeiro blog. Acho que a minha cabeĂ§a tĂˇ vazia demais, ou, no mĂ­Â­nimo cheia demais de coisas inĂşteis. Queria voltar a jogar video-game como eu fazia antes... parecia que me motivava a pensar melhor e com maior qualidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De qualquer forma, escrevi alguma coisa. Pronto: fiquei menos triste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510626-105660561318796759?l=desconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510626/posts/default/105660561318796759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510626/posts/default/105660561318796759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desconcerto.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105660561318796759' title=''/><author><name>Cristiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15539147744300217116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5510626.post-105651661548190009</id><published>2003-06-25T01:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-06-25T03:59:42.736-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Antes de escrever qualquer coisa nesse blog novo, preciso postar essa mĂşsica, pra poder me desvencilhar de todas as coisas ruins que minhas atitudes me proporcionaram. Espero que pelo menos eu aprenda alguma coisa com isso tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"For hearing all my doubts so selectively and&lt;br /&gt;For continuing my numbing love endlessly. &lt;br /&gt;For helping you and myself: not even considering&lt;br /&gt;For beating myself up and overfunctioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To whom do I owe the biggest apology?&lt;br /&gt;No oneâ€™s been crueler than Iâ€™ve been to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For letting you decide if I indeed was desirable&lt;br /&gt;For myself love being so embarassingly conditional.&lt;br /&gt;And for denying myself to somehow make us compatible&lt;br /&gt;and for trying to fit a rectangle into a ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;To whom do I owe the biggest apology?&lt;br /&gt;No oneâ€™s been crueler than Iâ€™ve been to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to myself.&lt;br /&gt;My apologies begin here before everybody else.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to myself.&lt;br /&gt;For treating me worse than I would anybody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For blaming myself for your unhappiness&lt;br /&gt;and for my impatience when I was perfect where I was.&lt;br /&gt;Ignoring all the signs that I was not ready,&lt;br /&gt;and expecting myself to be where you wanted me to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To whom do I owe the first apology?&lt;br /&gt;No oneâ€™s been crueler than Iâ€™ve been to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;Iâ€™m sorry to myself.&lt;br /&gt;My apologies begin here before everybody else.&lt;br /&gt;Iâ€™m sorry to myself.&lt;br /&gt;For treating me worse than I would anybody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I wonder which crime is the biggest ?&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting you or forgetting myself...&lt;br /&gt;Had I heeded the wisdom of the latter,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldâ€™ve naturally loved the former.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For ignoring you: my highest voices.&lt;br /&gt;For smiling when my strife was all too obvious.&lt;br /&gt;For being so disassociated from my body,&lt;br /&gt;and for not letting go when it wouldâ€™ve been the kindest thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To whom do I owe the biggest apology?&lt;br /&gt;No oneâ€™s been crueler than Iâ€™ve been to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;Iâ€™m sorry to myself.&lt;br /&gt;My apologies begin here before everybody else&lt;br /&gt;Iâ€™m sorry to myself.&lt;br /&gt;For treating me worse than I would anybody else.&lt;br /&gt;Iâ€™m sorry to myself.&lt;br /&gt;My apologies begin here before everybody else&lt;br /&gt;Iâ€™m sorry to myself.&lt;br /&gt;For treating me worse than I would anybody else"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chega de tentar entender quem nĂŁo quer entender vocĂŞ. Chega de confiar demais nas pessoas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chega de fazer as coisas esperando respostas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5510626-105651661548190009?l=desconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510626/posts/default/105651661548190009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5510626/posts/default/105651661548190009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desconcerto.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105651661548190009' title=''/><author><name>Cristiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15539147744300217116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
